These vengeful souls were indeed powerful-so powerful they were almost monstrous.
The wronged souls before him swarmed forward, and eerie power swept out above the enormous mass of vengeful souls.
Wronged souls filled the sky as they surged upward.
Jing Hongchen was engulfed by the wronged souls. On the other battlefield, the two Titled Douluos were fighting until heaven and earth seemed to darken.
Abomination Douluo lived up to his standing as a Titled Douluo steeped in evil. His strength far surpassed Shadow Douluo's.
As the two clashed, his opponent was constantly forced onto the defensive.
Yet neither of the two showed any concern over this.
Under ordinary circumstances, they would have found it very difficult to win.
Even though their strength generally surpassed that of the Holy Spirit Cult's elders, these people had slaughtered countless living beings. They had killed far too many.
Whether in their murderous weapons or the combat power they displayed, Evil Soul Masters far surpassed ordinary Soul Masters at the same level. In fact, the two could hardly be mentioned in the same breath.
But the circumstances now were entirely different.
Below, Shadow Douluo was the first to reach his limit. A trace of helplessness appeared in his eyes, and he abruptly raised his hand.
An angel wreathed entirely in ice and snow stood silently upon his palm.
As Shadow Douluo tossed the angel into the air, its figure abruptly expanded until it reached the size of an ordinary person.
Ice and snow gathered around the angel, filling the sky.
Abomination Douluo's eyes filled with astonishment at the angel's sudden appearance.
Before he could counterattack, however, the Ice-Snow Angel had already raised his hand, gathering the power of ultimate cold within it.
Then an ice sword rose into the air above his palm, instantly expanding