The youth landed outside the city gates, his confidence wildly uninhibited.
The floating orange soul ring directly proclaimed to the world that he was Mu Xuanheng.
Mu Xuanheng, who had shocked the world during the Soul Fighting Tournament.
"What nerve. Instead of hiding in Shrek, he actually dared come to the front lines."
"It's Mu Xuanheng? Why is he here too? Shouldn't an elder be guarding him?"
"Senior Brother Xuanheng." Though Huo Yuhao had many questions, he truly did not want to drag a teammate down with him. He said, "Leave quickly. It's too dangerous here."
Mu Xuanheng could not be bothered with him. He pointed directly at the blood-red figure in the sky. "Zhongli Wu, I'm back. Your final support, the Ultimate Douluo Long Xiaoyao, isn't here either. You can wait for death now."
"What?"
The entire field erupted. Nothing else mattered—a single Ultimate Douluo could truly change the course of the battle.
Panic rose in Zhongli Wu's heart. He hurriedly swept his gaze around, but upon not finding the Gu Yue sisters, he relaxed and burst into laughter. "Your women aren't here. How do you still dare say that? Without the two of them, can you still use a Martial Soul Fusion Skill?"
"You dare get distracted while fighting me!" Du Busi immediately seized the opportunity to heavily injure Zhongli Wu.
The Golden Body Douluo had exchanged his life for their chance at survival. He had decided that he would at least drag one person down with the Golden Body Douluo.
Zhongli Wu was undoubtedly the best choice.
One sentence changed the situation of the battle in the skies. Though Du Busi's injuries were more severe, he had seized the initiative and launched a frenzied assault.
The shift among the top combatants forced even more of the mid-level