Bzzzz!!!
High in the sky, dense dark dragon aura suddenly exploded!
A towering Dark Sacred Dragon, its presence overwhelming, tore through the clouds and crashed down upon the earth. Its dragon body flashed, transforming directly into a middle-aged man in black who stood firmly before the injured Ye Xishui.
Sensing that vast, heavy, terrifying aura, not the least bit weaker than their own, Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo both stiffened, their hearts instantly tensing to the limit.
Another Limit Douluo!
Ghost Douluo's scalp went numb, and a chill ran through his entire body. He found it utterly absurd.
Were Limit Douluo so common nowadays? The two of them had only been here for a short while when they encountered the Holy Spirit Cult. Then, with Ghost Douluo intending to reward good and punish evil, they had prepared to wipe out the Holy Spirit Cult. But what happened?
A single evil cult actually had more than a dozen Titled Douluo! That lineup was nearly comparable to the Spirit Hall at its peak!
But Spirit Hall had been a force that dominated an entire continent!
And now, these people even had two Limit Douluo!
Had the gap become this enormous after ten thousand years?
"Who told you to come?" Ye Xishui's icy voice rang out.
"Xishui..." Long Xiaoyao looked at the woman behind him, his eyes filled with tenderness. Chrysanthemum Douluo could tell at a glance that their relationship was far from ordinary.
Yet Ye Xishui's voice remained especially cold. "I didn't need you meddling in my business. It's only because I didn't bring the Death God Tower. Otherwise... cough, cough!"
Ye Xishui spat out blood.
"Xishui!" Long Xiaoyao looked at her anxiously and wanted to go over to support her.
But Ye Xishui directly avoided him. "No need. With injuries like