The battle was heading toward total collapse!
Boom! Boom!
With two muffled crashes, Da Ming's indestructible horns and Er Ming's heaven-shaking fists struck almost simultaneously, blasting several defiant Evil Soul Masters into a cloud of blood!
Meanwhile, under Feng Ling's flames and her overwhelming advantage in Soul Power Level, Abomination Douluo and Masked Douluo were defeated!
Feng Ling withdrew her Martial Soul Avatar and hovered quietly in midair.
Zhongli Wu's heart sank to the bottom.
His expression was utterly grim!
They'd lost!
They were doomed!
How could this happen?!
What had started as a sure-thing ambush had turned into a massacre, with their own side being cut down left and right!
At the thought of the man he would have to face after failing the mission, Zhongli Wu began trembling uncontrollably.
Given Mu Xuan's utter disregard for human life, if he went back empty-handed like this...
That madman would erase useless failures like them from the world without the slightest hesitation!
He had to capture them!
But... how?!
Feng Ling had betrayed them, and their strongest Number Two Combat Power was gone!
And these two monsters who'd appeared out of nowhere were absurdly powerful! One-on-one, they would be a handful. Now it was two against one!
How the hell were they supposed to fight that?!
If this went on, he'd be the one to die!
Just then, not far away, Xuan Zi—whom Er Ming had punched into the ground—coughed up blood and struggled to climb out of the person-shaped crater. It seemed every bone in his body was broken, but he forced himself to his feet.
At the sight, Zhongli Wu seized what seemed like his last lifeline and roared desperately:
"Xuan Zi! Help me!!"
Before the words had even left his mouth—
"Shut up!"
Er Ming's scornful voice rang