Tang San and the others remained expressionless. Every soul skill attack was blocked by an invisible barrier, unable to come anywhere near them.
Bibi Dong's face turned pale as she shouted, "Their target is the Holy Son. We can't let them succeed. Titled Douluo, come with me!"
As she spoke, she had already flown into the air. The elders and consecrated elders all followed behind her, trying to intercept Tang San and the others.
The elders all felt incomparably heavy-hearted. They had heard Jiang Chen's words just now. The Tang San before them was not the real Tang San, but Tang San possessed by the Sea God.
Gods were beings humanity feared.
Though fear filled their hearts, they followed firmly behind Bibi Dong.
Even if a god wanted to kill their Holy Son, they would have to get past them first.
By now, Jiang Chen held an extremely lofty position in their hearts.
They were willing to fight for the Holy Son.
Tang San, who stood at the front, cast an indifferent glance at Bibi Dong and the others flying up from below.
The auras of the seven gods suddenly erupted, like towering mountains pressing down from above.
An incomparably terrifying pressure descended upon Bibi Dong and the others, leaving them unable to resist.
Soul Power surged wildly within their bodies, but it was useless. Under that horrifying pressure, their bodies fell straight downward.
Tang San and the others did not even spare another glance below as they prepared to pursue Jiang Chen.
Bibi Dong crashed onto the ship, already seeming crazed as she screamed hysterically, "Come at me if you have the guts! What kind of ability is it for seven gods to descend and kill a human? Are all the gods of the God Realm this shameless?"
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