"Bastards! The Demon Empress's daughter turned against us? Your Federation's heart is even blacker than our Holy Spirit Cult's!"
Standing atop the World-Destroying Skeleton's skull, Ghost Emperor cursed with a grim face. The ghostly flames in his eyes flickered, and rage nearly burst from his chest as he fled deeper into the Extreme North.
Around him were the Holy Spirit Cult's last four Titled Douluo and a group of its elites. Behind them came two surges of soul light at the Limit Douluo level and mechas that blotted out the sky, swarming after them like bees from a hive.
The four Titled Douluo looked miserable. Years on the run had worn them down. The two lords had finally led them in a satisfying attack on the Federation Navy, only for them to run straight into a massive ambush afterward.
Even without the traitor Lan Fozi, they had still had several Titled Douluo. Yet in a single clash, three of them and other cult elites had been killed. Only this handful had broken through, and they were still being hunted.
It was terrifying. It was savage!
"Holy Spirit Cult, today is your end! Where do you think you can run?"
A Ruheng sped after them in his God-Tier Mecha. His mighty blood energy drove his heart to thunder, while blazing light poured from him like a sun radiating boundless power.
He was the fastest of the Three Extremes in pursuit. Streaks of blood ran across his broad palms, left by the Evil Soul Master Titled Douluo he had killed with two punches.
"Our ten-thousand-year feud ends today! I, Kong Yao, will fulfill the wish my ancestor could not!"
Kong Yao's voice rang like thunder. A sun and a moon revolved around him, while his Four-Word Battle Armor projected a yin-yang pattern