Battle Against Ghost Douluo, The Might of Divine Abilities

Bai Yi took two steps back and formed a hand seal with his right hand.

Four figures darted out simultaneously from four directions.

Tiangang charged head-on, wielding the Mountain-Splitting Axe.

Xuanming's Demon-Binding Rope silently slithered along the ground.

Taixu's figure vanished into the shadows.

Standing at the very back, Yuheng raised the Mystic Light Treasure Vase, and a pale green glow enveloped the entire area.

The four clones surrounded Ghost Douluo at the center, their coordination so practiced that they seemed like four hands belonging to one person.

Ghost Douluo's gaze swept over the four figures, and the lips beneath his mask curled slightly.

Rather than attacking immediately, he studied the four youths with great interest.

Each of them possessed cultivation at the peak of Soul Ancestor, and each of their martial souls carried an extraordinary aura.

He let out a low chuckle and said, "To be able to kill five such geniuses in one go, my luck is truly good."

Nothing delighted him more than hunting geniuses like this.

The moment his words fell, the gray mist around Ghost Douluo suddenly surged.

The mist transformed into countless twisted ghostly hands that grabbed in all directions at once.

Tiangang stepped forward, sweeping his Mountain-Splitting Axe. The Great Strength Technique erupted at full force, blasting apart a swath of ghostly hands rushing toward him.

But the mist seemed endless. The instant it was scattered, it gathered again, even denser than before.

Xuanming's Demon-Binding Rope attempted to coil around Ghost Douluo's feet, but the moment it came within three meters of him, the gray mist corroded it into fragments.

Taixu burst from the shadows, his twin blades slashing toward Ghost Douluo's neck.

Ghost Douluo did not even turn his head. He reached back with his left hand, his five fingers transforming into gray-black claws.

Taixu's twin blades collided with the claws, producing a piercing shriek. He was sent flying backward, spinning several times in midair before barely managing to land.

After landing, he dropped to one knee, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Ghost Douluo suddenly clenched his right hand into a fist.

A dark vortex formed in his palm, warping the surrounding space.

He thrust his hand forward.

The vortex transformed into a massive gray ghost claw that instantly pierced through Tiangang's chest.

Tiangang's body stiffened abruptly. He lowered his head to look at the ghost claw that had penetrated his body, his pupils rapidly losing focus.

Then, his body dissolved into flecks of golden light and faded into the air.

Ghost Douluo withdrew his hand, a hint of excitement in his eyes.

At that exact instant, Bai Yi moved.

He stomped his right foot down, flipped the Golden Cudgel upside down, and drove it viciously into the ground.

Fourth Soul Skill, Nine-Headed Space-Rending Formation.

A ring of dark golden light patterns explosively spread outward from the Golden Cudgel, tracing the massive formation across the ground.

The images of nine dragon heads lit up at once. Invisible spatial power rose from the formation, firmly locking Ghost Douluo within its core.

Ghost Douluo's body sank slightly.

He felt the space around him compressing into something like an iron plate, making movement several times more difficult than before.

But he merely snorted coldly. His Martial Soul Avatar operated at full power, and gray mist erupted from his body once more, gradually forcing apart the binding force.

Bai Yi stood at the center of the formation and took a deep breath.

His remaining second and third soul rings lit up simultaneously, purple and black light intertwining.

The two forces surged wildly through his body, colliding, compressing, and merging.

Thunder Fire Wing God Strike.

Behind him, a pair of enormous wings slowly unfolded.

The left wing burned with crimson flames, while the right wing crackled with golden lightning.

As the wings spread, the entire formation was illuminated half crimson and half gold.

Bai Yi gripped the Golden Cudgel with both hands, gathering all the power of lightning and fire from his wings into its shaft.

The Golden Cudgel began to tremble violently as a crimson-gold pillar of light shot into the sky, piercing the heavens.

Bai Yi gripped the Golden Cudgel, now carrying the power of lightning and fire, and thrust it forward with all his might.

The Golden Cudgel transformed into a crimson-gold pillar of light, carrying heaven-destroying force as it blasted straight toward Ghost Douluo.

The power contained within that streak of light completely surpassed Ghost Douluo's understanding of what a Soul Ancestor could possess.

The power of two soul rings had been compressed to the limit under the amplification of spiritual power, then unleashed through the Golden Cudgel's evil-breaking attribute.

For the first time, astonishment showed in the eyes behind Ghost Douluo's mask.

He crossed his arms before his chest, pouring every ounce of Soul Power in his body into his defenses.

The crimson-gold beam slammed viciously into him.

With a deafening boom, golden light and crimson radiance exploded at once, illuminating the entire desolate forest as brightly as day.

Ghost Douluo was blasted backward, his feet plowing two deep trenches into the ground. He slid back dozens of meters before barely managing to steady himself.

The black robes around his arms had already been burned to ash, exposing the gray-black, illusory arms beneath, their surfaces covered in fine cracks.

The gray-black aura around his chest churned violently, as though something had torn him apart from within.

He lowered his head to glance at his arms, the gaze beneath his mask turning incomparably grim.

A mere Soul Ancestor had forced him to this point.

Ghost Douluo drew a deep breath, and the gray mist covering his body suddenly contracted, all of it withdrawing into him.

His body began to turn transparent, becoming illusory like a shadow that could vanish at any moment.

Seventh Soul Skill, Ghostly True Form.

His figure flickered in and out beneath the moonlight, his state of intangibility even more complete than before.

Ghost Douluo raised his head and fixed his gaze on Bai Yi, his voice cold as ice:

"To force me to use my Martial Soul Avatar, even if you die, it will have been worth it."

Before his words had even faded, his figure vanished.

In the next instant, he appeared behind Xuanming.

A gray-black claw pierced in through Xuanming's back and emerged from his chest.

Xuanming's body stiffened, then dissolved into golden motes of light.

Taixu tried to retreat into the shadows, but Ghost Douluo was faster.

The second claw fell, tearing Taixu's body into two in midair.

Yuheng turned to flee, but the third claw had already pierced his heart.

The three clones were killed almost simultaneously.

Ghost Douluo withdrew his hand, stained with golden light, and turned to look at Bai Yi.

His figure vanished again.

Bai Yi remained where he was, watching helplessly as the gray-black ghost claw pierced straight through his chest from the front.

But unexpectedly, not a single drop of blood flowed out.

Ghost Douluo frowned.

The sensation in his palm was wrong. It did not feel like piercing flesh at all.

The same had been true of the four people he had killed earlier.

The next second, Bai Yi's body rapidly began to fade from the feet upward, turning into a slender golden hair that drifted gently to the ground.

Ghost Douluo's gaze froze.

Had he been fighting an empty shell from the very beginning?

Figures emerged one after another from the surrounding darkness.

Twelve Bai Yis appeared simultaneously from different directions, surrounding Ghost Douluo at the center.

This was the Body Outside Body Technique Bai Yi had used when he first unleashed Life Light.

Every Bai Yi wore a smile, their bearing calm and composed, as if the one killed moments ago had not been the real him at all.

Bai Yi's voice came from one direction, relaxed and faintly teasing:

"The battle has only just begun, old ghost."

Ghost Douluo's gaze swept across the twelve figures.

Every figure had exactly the same aura, exactly the same Soul Power fluctuations. There was simply no way to tell which was real and which was fake.

For the first time, a hint of disbelief entered his voice:

"What is this? Clones?"

One of the Bai Yis raised his right hand, golden light glowing at his fingertips.

Several other Bai Yis made the same motion at the same time.

Life Light.

Several beams of golden light pierced down around Ghost Douluo at once, suppressing his ghostly power until it shrank into a tight mass.

"This damned light again, ah."

Ghost Douluo closed his eyes and let out a miserable scream.

Several other Bai Yis opened their mouths and spewed crimson-gold flames.

Fire Breathing combined with the radiance of Luminescence, forming a cage woven from light and blazing fire.

Another row of Bai Yis formed hand seals and simultaneously cast the Immobilization Technique. Layers upon layers of invisible binding force pressed down upon Ghost Douluo.

Ghost Douluo's body was immobilized for an instant.

In that fleeting moment, all the Bai Yis raised the Golden Cudgels in their hands at once.

Golden lightning and flames coiled around every Golden Cudgel, power surging wildly through the staffs.

Twelve Golden Cudgels smashed down simultaneously from twelve directions.

With a thunderous boom, golden lightning and crimson staff shadows intertwined into a devastating storm, completely swallowing the spot where Ghost Douluo stood.

The ground shook violently, and earth exploded dozens of zhang into the air.

The shockwave spread in every direction, uprooting all the trees within a hundred zhang and grinding them into dust.

After the storm dispersed, a massive deep pit had appeared in the ground, as though it had been forcibly carved out by some irresistible power.

Ghost Douluo's figure slowly emerged from the bottom of the pit. His true form had grown so faint that it was nearly transparent, and the gray-black aura around him had dimmed by more than half.

He knelt on one knee at the bottom of the pit, a wisp of gray-black mist leaking from the corner of his mouth as his chest heaved.

A crack had appeared in his mask.