That Soul Douluo looked at Long Zhanye's golden right palm.
The ferocious smile on his face had long been replaced by shock and confusion.
He stopped attacking, panting slightly, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"This... what the hell is this?"
His voice was hoarse, but there was a hint of panic.
"Why does your Soul Bone Skill last so long?!"
Obviously.
He regarded Long Zhanye's "Flawless Golden Body" as some kind of defensive Soul Bone Skill.
After all.
Slaughter City, Soul Bone Skill, which is ineffective in Soul Skill, is one of the few powers that can still work.
Long Zhanye naturally will not explain that this is related to Nine Body Secrets of Body Martial Soul.
He secretly adjusted his breathing to calm the churning energy and blood in his body, while his brain was working rapidly.
Although it temporarily withstood the opponent's fierce attack with "Flawless Golden Body", the crisis is far from over.
My own Head Spirit Bone mental attacks are almost ineffective against this guy, and relying solely on Golden Body defense can only be passively beaten and cannot win.
After all, the opponent is Soul Douluo. His strength far exceeds his own. If he defends for too long, he will lose.
A way to break the situation must be found.
However, just as Long Zhanye was thinking hard about countermeasures, a strange scene happened.
Black Fiend Blade Soul Douluo, who was originally full of momentum but just slightly panting.
Suddenly his body shook violently, his face instantly turned gray, and his eyes were blurry.
He said "ho ho" twice, as if all his strength had been drained away.
With a "plop", he fell straight to the ground on his back!
The Black Fiend Blade in his hand fell out with a clang, and the evil spirit on the blade quickly dissipated.
Long Zhanye:"???"
Dead?
He died so suddenly? Weren't you fine just now?
Alarm bells rang loudly in his heart, and instead of stepping forward to check, he took another half step back vigilantly.
His Double Pupil was firmly locked on the "corpse" on the ground.
This guy is scheming, ruthless, and has a long criminal record.
There is no guarantee that this is not another trap, deliberately pretending to be dead to lure you closer, and then launch a fatal blow.
Can't take any chances!
His eyes glanced at Soul Saint, whose abdomen was cut open, internal organs leaked out, and was dying not far away.
Although this person was seriously injured and dying, at least he was still "one of our own" for now, and it was obvious that he wouldn't live much longer.
Long Zhanye glanced at him, and gestured with his chin to Soul Douluo who fell to the ground.
The meaning is obvious: go and see.
That Wind Sword Soul Saint was originally unconscious due to severe pain and blood loss.
But when I saw Long Zhanye's eyes and then looked at Soul Douluo on the ground, I seemed to understand something.
A trace of tragedy and determination flashed across his face, perhaps knowing that he was not going to die soon.
Maybe he wanted to do something in his last moments, or he simply didn't want to make things easier for the insidious Soul Douluo.
He gritted his teeth.
With the remaining strength, he dragged his seriously injured and dying body with difficulty.
Inch by inch, he crawled towards the position where Soul Douluo fell to the ground.
The wound on his abdomen dragged a long, shocking trail of blood on the ground.
Mixed with broken internal organs, it was too horrible to look at.
Every step he climbed was accompanied by violent breathing and painful groans, but he did not stop.
Finally, he crawled to Soul Douluo.
He stretched out his trembling hand covered in his own blood and cautiously approached him, Soul Power also spread over.
After a while.
He turned his head with difficulty, looked at Long Zhanye, and nodded slowly.
Then he shook his head weakly, meaning that he had stopped breathing and was indeed dead.
Later.
His arms hung down weakly, the light in his eyes was completely extinguished, his head tilted, and he lost all breath.
This unknown Wind Sword Soul Saint, at the last moment of his life.
Having completed this final "mission", my journey in Slaughter City has also ended.
Long Zhanye Seeing this, the big stone in his heart finally fell halfway.
It seems that Soul Douluo was not pretending, but really died suddenly for some reason?
Did he overdraw some secret method? Or was it the environmental impact of Slaughter City?
We don't know, but there is always one less enemy.
However.
Before he could completely breathe a sigh of relief.
On the other side of the field, there were even more chilling sounds and sights.
Vera Over there, the battle has already become one-sided.
She was seriously injured, and faced Martial Soul's domineering title Douluo, she was unable to compete.
At this moment, Vera is no longer as charming and dangerous as before.
The black clothes on her body were torn to pieces by the sharp dragon claws.
A series of horrific wounds were exposed below that were so deep that the bones could be seen, and the blood almost turned her into a bloody person.
The most shocking thing was her cheeks.
Three hideous scratches were scratched diagonally from the left forehead to the right lower jaw, the skin was torn and the flesh was torn, almost disfiguring!
Blood was dripping down the wound.
As for the one with the title Douluo, although his chest and back were scarred, the lining was soaked with blood.
The thunder and lightning surrounding him were not as violent as before, but his eyes hidden under Bamboo Hat were still cold and fierce.
His aura was still as dense as a mountain, and those injuries did not seem to affect his fundamental combat ability.
Long Zhanye was secretly frightened.
The physique and will of this person named Douluo are simply too strong to be human!
Just at the moment when Long Zhanye was distractedly paying attention to the battle here and hesitating on what to do next--
The account number Douluo seems to have lost patience.
He stepped forward, and his right hand covered with blue-purple dragon scales stretched out like lightning.
It wasn't an attack, but like an iron pincer, it grabbed Vera's long dark purple hair!
"Uh-huh!" Vera exclaimed in pain.
Her entire body was forcibly lifted from the ground by this huge force and hung in mid-air.
His feet were off the ground, struggling in vain.
There was no pause in Douluo's actions, and he didn't even take a second look at his opponent.
The muscles of his arms were tense, and he grabbed Vera's hair as if he were holding a chicken waiting to be slaughtered, and then...
Pull it suddenly to the side! Twist it!
Click--!!!
The heart-wrenching, crisp and clear sound of the breaking of the neck bone spread through the entire silent Slaughter Arena with incomparable clarity!
Vera's body suddenly stiffened, and all struggles stopped instantly.
Her eyes widened in disbelief, and her pupils quickly dilated.
Her head was tilted to one side at an extremely unnatural angle, and her neck was obviously collapsed and deformed.
Douluo, with the title, threw Vera's body aside and smashed it on the ground.
After a muffled sound, there was no more sound.
The mysterious woman Hell Red Scorpion, Vera, Holy Spirit Cult.
The strong man who once showed complicated emotions towards Long Zhanye just passed away. He died so simply, so...
Insignificant.
"Roar--!!!"
In the stands, after a brief silence.
Cheers and howls erupted like a mountain roar and a tsunami, full of primitive violence and excitement!
For these audiences who are immersed in killing and depravity.
The fall of a strong man, especially when he is terminated in such a violent and direct way, is what stimulates their nerves the most.