Mo Zihong's zither strings had snapped by more than half. His mind was reeling as he barely stood at the perimeter, regulating his breath. Tang Mengyin's Yin Ocarina hung crookedly, frost gathering on her shoulder as her movements slowed. Luo Yuhang's arm had been injured by the shock, his dark dragon aura in disarray and his breathing ragged. Ao Rui's light shield was shattered, blood running from his knee as he retreated again and again. Zhuo Shi's back armor had cracked, his blood and qi roiling as he coughed repeatedly.
The five Super Douluos, working together, had actually been beaten so badly by two people that they could not fight back at all.
The allied soldiers around them stared in stunned disbelief, even forgetting to attack.
Two against five, and they could still fight like this?
"Hehehe... good!"
Ghost Emperor Nine Ghost King watched in excitement and let out a strange laugh. He drove all nine Soul-Chasing Nails at full force, taking advantage of the allied army's chaotic formation to lead the Holy Spirit Cult members in a full counterattack.
The cries of battle shook the heavens. Every member of the Holy Spirit Cult fought fearlessly, pushing their battle line forward in great strides. The allied soldiers retreated step by step, their formation scattering as they teetered on the verge of collapse. Long Yeyue was tied down by Ghost Emperor and could not break free. Seeing the flank crumble, she was frantic.
At that moment, a gleaming white sword light flashed out of nowhere. It was not especially fast, yet it carried a strange spiritual pull as it swept straight toward Ghost Emperor Nine Ghost King.
Hehehe...
Ghost Emperor's strange laughter came to an abrupt halt. His entire body stiffened violently, and the nine Soul-Chasing Nails instantly dimmed as the