Dou Ling Empire, the Final Dance

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As the seven rapidly flying figures gradually entered the attack range of Xiao Hongchen and Xia Xuanchen,

the air throughout the ruins seemed to freeze in that instant.

The Imperial Dragon Soul Engineer Regiment launched the first attack. A thick yellow beam, as massive as a pillar, blasted fiercely toward the seven figures.

That beam contained the combined strength of more than two thousand Soul Engineers, powerful enough to bore straight through a small mountain!

Immediately afterward, the Evil Monarch Soul Master Regiment fired more than a dozen slightly thinner but denser beams in a dispersed formation.

They spread out in a fan shape, covering the airspace occupied by the seven people over a vast area, like a giant net slowly closing in from all directions.

One beam of light after another flashed across the sky.

Tian Yang's seasoned eyes abruptly constricted at that moment.

He immediately sensed the overwhelming aura of danger, and a thunderous shout burst from his throat:

"Not good! It's an ambush—!"

He activated his Martial Soul almost instantly. A blazing light like the sun erupted from his body.

It enveloped him as he rapidly dodged to one side like a burning meteor.

However, the two Title Douluo behind him, whose reactions were just a fraction slower, failed to keep up with his pace.

Two beams pierced directly through their chests, and agonized screams rang out at the same instant.

The bodies of those two Title Douluo exploded in midair, turning into a spray of blood mist and shredded flesh.

Tian Yang abruptly turned around, only to see the two clouds of crimson mist slowly dispersing.

His pupils trembled violently. A chill rising from the depths of his bones made his back stiffen involuntarily for an instant.