Chu Shao's heart sank. He instantly understood that there was absolutely no room for reconciliation in this blood feud.
The four exchanged glances, then could only grit their teeth, light up all their soul rings, unleash their Martial Soul Avatars, and fight with everything they had.
In the air,
Flender raised a hand to adjust the glasses on his nose. A cold glint flashed through his eyes as his fourth thousand-year purple soul ring suddenly lit up.
"Fourth Soul Skill, Tenfold Air Cutter!"
In an instant, over a hundred sharp, invisible air blades shot fiercely toward Sun Shi and the other three.
The air let out shrill hissing sounds as it was sliced apart, sealing off every route of escape.
Faced with the overwhelming barrage of air blades and Zhao Wuji's relentless entanglement in front of them, the four had nowhere to evade. They could only grit their teeth, channel all their Soul Power, and use their Martial Soul Avatars to forcibly withstand the attack.
The instant the air blades slashed fiercely onto their Martial Soul Avatars, several thick bolts of black Berserk lightning suddenly exploded, jumping madly between the four like venomous snakes.
Sun Shi and the others were shocked numb all over and could not help cursing loudly.
"It hurts like hell! What the fuck is this black lightning? It wasn't there the last time we fought!"
"It's so hot! I'm about to burn to death! It's that damned cursed flame again—it just won't go out!"
Attacked from above and below, their Soul Power rapidly draining and their bodies covered in wounds, the men hurriedly lowered their stance and begged for mercy.
"Sir, our brothers failed to recognize greatness last time and offended you greatly. Can we sit down and talk this out? Whatever you ask of us, the four of us will definitely comply!"
Hearing that, Zhao Wuji struck out with a Vajra Palm, sending Sun Shi's Martial Soul Avatar flying and smashing it into a broken wall, where it blasted out a deep crater.
"A request?"
He grinned, revealing a mouthful of stark white teeth. His tone was filled with icy killing intent.
"Sure! Cut off your heads and let me play with them, and we'll call it even."
A hundred meters in the air,
Lin Feng sat leisurely on the back of a Dominator Vanguard, watching the battle below.
From time to time, he refreshed the nearly expired Red and Blue Buffs on Flender, Zhao Wuji, and She Long, ensuring that the three of them maintained full Soul Power recovery and amplification throughout the fight.
Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted dozens of furtive figures at the edge of the ruins. Using the dust and smoke as cover, they were desperately fleeing toward the forest. He immediately laughed and gave a calm order.
"Dragon Soldiers, kill!"
Three more Dominator Vanguards clad in heavy dragon scales flew out of the dark vortex.
Together with the previous two, the five Dragon Soldiers let out deafening roars and raced after the dozens of soul masters in Blood Wolf Mercenary Group uniforms who were fleeing in panic.
Blazing pillars of purple fire surged from the dragons' mouths, instantly illuminating the pitch-black night sky.
The dozens of soul masters who were running for their lives turned back and saw the enormous dragon shadows pursuing them, along with the terrifying Dragon Breath. One after another, they were scared out of their wits, their faces filled with horror as they screamed.
"Giant Dragons... they're Giant Dragons! No, this is inside the city—how can dragon-type soul beasts appear here?!"
"Run! It's a beast tide! The beast tide from Star Dou Forest must be here!"
"No, I don't want to die!"
The high-temperature Dragon Breath spat out by the Dominator Vanguards swept across them. Mercenaries at the Soul Grandmaster level did not even have time to scream before being instantly burned to ash by the slightest touch.
Those at the Soul Elder level could only hold on for two more seconds at most, before they too were melted through and shattered.
Only experts at the Soul King level or above could barely block the Dragon Breath, but even they were burned black all over and could not last more than a few exchanges.
Watching the scene from the dragon's back, Lin Feng stroked his chin, growing increasingly tempted by the still-locked Shadow Overlord.
If I unlock the Shadow Overlord, I can gain an exclusive Shadow Dragon Soldier. That would give me seven Dominator Vanguards.
He quickly calculated in his heart. The one million Gold Soul Coins that had pained him before suddenly no longer seemed so expensive.
Seven Dragon Soldiers that can grow alongside me for only one million Gold Soul Coins. That comes to just a little over a hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins each. It doesn't seem that outrageous after all.
Ten minutes later,
Snake Lance viciously pierced through Zhou Man's chest, pinning his entire body to the charred ground of the ruins.
His entire right arm had already been severed. Covered in blood, with blood constantly spilling from his mouth, the ferocity in his eyes had been replaced by the vacant unwillingness of a dying man.
Using the last of his strength, his withered fingers tightly gripped the shaft of Snake Lance in his chest. He spoke in a breathless voice.
"Mysterious blue halos... strange flames... you... you are people from Soul Recovery Pavilion, aren't you?"
She Long twisted his wrist and violently pulled out Snake Lance, bringing up a spray of blood. Looking down at the dying Zhou Man on the ground, he sneered.
"Heh, you're not too stupid."
"So... that's how it is... I regret it..."
Upon hearing that confirmation, Zhou Man's unfocused pupils abruptly contracted. He closed his eyes for good, his breath gone.
She Long put away Snake Lance and immediately turned to look at Lin Feng, who was obediently sitting on the Dragon Soldier's back without courting death. He quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
As he focused on the state of his body—the Soul Power rapidly recovering every second, along with the immense amplification coursing through all four limbs and every bone—his heart churned with towering waves.
How could this kid's support amplification be so terrifying? And he's only a mere Soul Grandmaster, yet when supporting a Title Douluo like me, there isn't even the slightest reduction in effect.
Killing an eighty-sixth-level Beast Spirit Soul Douluo who had unleashed his Martial Soul Avatar in a direct battle within ten minutes was something She Long had never even dared imagine before.
He knew very well that without Lin Feng's monstrous support bonuses, killing a Beast Spirit Soul Douluo would require pursuing him for several hours at the very least. At best, he could only severely wound him; there was no way he could keep him from escaping alive.
Yet the Red Sentinel Power Lin Feng had applied to him—the true-damage flames that ignored defense, along with the sticky slowing effect—had forcibly dragged Zhou Man to his death. From the beginning of the battle until his death, he never even had a chance to flee.
When Lin Feng saw She Long retract his spear after finishing off Zhou Man, he immediately urged the Dominator Vanguard beneath him and rushed over at full speed.
The moment the Dragon Soldier landed steadily beside the ruins, he nimbly leaped down and hurried over to Zhou Man's body in a few quick steps. His grin stretched from ear to ear, and his eyes gleamed like gold.
"Hehe! Let's see what good stuff a Soul Douluo big shot has hidden away."
His bold action gave She Long quite a fright.
Without a second thought, She Long reached out and grabbed the back of his collar, hauling him behind himself like a chick. The veins on his forehead throbbed as he bellowed a stream of reprimands.
"Are you trying to die, kid? Do you know how dangerous this is?"
"That old bastard was a Soul Douluo. Even if he's stopped breathing, what if he left behind some sinister trump card? If he suddenly revives for a moment, crushing a two-ring Soul Grandmaster like you would be as easy as crushing an ant."
Lin Feng waved a hand, utterly unconcerned.
"Uncle Long, don't get worked up. I just trust your skills completely. Even if he really had some dirty trick left, one thrust from your spear would blast him so thoroughly that not even ashes remained. How could he possibly hurt me?"
He spoke casually, but he valued his life greatly. He had long been on guard against some schemer lurking in the shadows to ambush him, and before the fight had even begun, he had already put on his Resurrection Armor.
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