I Say: In This Place, All Resistance Is Forbidden

But Xuan Zi was powerless too!

Ten years ago, he had led a team to surround and annihilate Qian Jue, only to suffer a crushing defeat at Qian Jue's hands.

Not long ago, he had recognized Qian Jue and attacked in fury, yet Qian Jue had used only a single move

to slam him and the Godly Taotie Bull into the ground with the pressure of an Ultimate Douluo, utterly humiliating him.

At this moment, Xuan Zi's internal injuries had not healed at all. His organs still ached faintly.

Even more terrifyingly, his proud innate skill, "Taotie Devours Heaven," was like a descendant encountering its ancestor before Qian Jue's black vortex.

The Taotie's devouring consumed the primal energies of heaven and earth, as well as flesh and blood.

But Qian Jue's vortex devoured laws, souls, and existence itself!

Xuan Zi discovered in despair that not only could he not get anywhere near Ma Xiaotao, but forcibly activating his Soul Power had caused the Word Spirit Curse on his body to flare up even more violently.

Fine beads of blood began to seep from his skin, and his life force was draining away at a maddening rate.

Now, he could barely save himself!

"Bastard! Qian Jue, you beast! Even if I become a ghost, I won't let you off!"

Xuan Zi roared in impotent rage as he desperately resisted the pull.

Watching half of Ma Xiaotao's body turn to ash, Xuan Zi's heart bled.

She was Shrek Academy's hope for the future, one of the juniors Mu En had valued most before his death!

In his despair, Xuan Zi abruptly turned toward a figure in the nearby void. As though he had seized his final lifeline, he shouted himself hoarse:

"Senior Chen Hai! Hurry and act! If you don't, all of us will die here!"

Xuan Zi's voice was somewhat broken amidst the howling wind and energy, yet it reached that person's ears with perfect clarity.

At the edge of that dark storm, where even light was twisted, stood a burly middle-aged man like an iron tower.

His wild long hair whipped about in the wind.

This man was Chen Hai.

Hearing Xuan Zi's cry for help, an exceedingly grave glint flashed through Chen Hai's eyes, as dark as the deep sea.

Of course, he understood the severity of the situation.

From Qian Jue's appearance, to the formation of the black vortex, to the full eruption of the Word Spirit Curse, everything had happened far too quickly.

So quickly that even he felt a trace of dread.

Nine Soul Rings circled Chen Hai's body.

A deep-blue curtain of water formed an enormous hemispherical barrier, shielding him tightly within.

With the cultivation of an Ultimate Douluo, Chen Hai could indeed barely withstand the horrifying pull and the erosion of the Word Spirit Curse.

His physical body had not collapsed like the others'.

But just because he could withstand it did not mean everyone else could!

Chen Hai's gaze swept across the battlefield.

It was horrific.

Far too horrific.

Those experts at the Soul Saint and Soul Douluo levels had not even lasted a minute before turning into ash that filled the skies.

As for those who had only recently entered the realm of Titled Douluo, they could merely endure with difficulty, bleeding from all seven orifices as their bodies withered at a visible rate.

At this rate, within half an hour, everyone here except a few Super Douluo above Rank Ninety-Eight would be dead!

And once all these people were dead, Qian Jue would absorb such immense energy that his strength would surely break through to an unimaginable realm.

By then, even Chen Hai himself would absolutely be unable to escape death.

"What vicious methods! What a perfect killing trap concealed beneath deception!"

Chen Hai clenched his teeth and drew a deep breath.

They could no longer fight separately.

Before absolute strength, any individual's struggle was futile.

Their only path to survival was to gather every high-level combatant still able to move and stake everything on a single strike!

At that thought, a ruthless resolve flashed in Chen Hai's eyes.

He suddenly stepped forward, and rings of deep-blue spatial ripples spread through the void beneath his foot.

"Boom—!"

Soul Power as vast and majestic as the boundless sea erupted from Chen Hai's body, forcibly carving out a domain of his own within Qian Jue's omnipresent pressure.

Sea God Domain!

Chen Hai swept an arm, and deep-blue radiance shot into the heavens, briefly illuminating this slaughterhouse shrouded in darkness.

He drew a deep breath, poured Soul Power into his throat, and unleashed a roar like a great bell.

The sound pierced the vortex's howl and the distortion of space, reaching the ears of every Titled Douluo and Super Douluo present with absolute clarity!

"Everyone! Stop wasting your strength resisting!"

"Open your eyes and look! There are no divine ruins here!

No peerless treasure! This is all the plot of that bird-winged monster in the sky!"

"He used some evil secret art to curse this land, treating every one of us as nourishment for his advancement!

Do you think you can survive by holding out?

Wrong! Your Soul Power is draining away, and your lives are counting down!"

Chen Hai suddenly pointed at Qian Jue floating high in the air and roared:

"If you want to leave this place alive, the only way is to kill him!"

"As long as Qian Jue dies, this damned formation will collapse on its own! Then everyone can live!"

Chen Hai's words were like a thunderbolt splitting the hopeless night, exploding instantly within the minds of every surviving expert.

Du Busi stopped his futile struggle. A terrifyingly vicious gleam erupted from his bell-sized eyes as he fixed his gaze on Qian Jue.

"Chen Hai is right! We're dead either way, so we might as well drag this little beast down with us! Body Sect, follow this old man and kill!"

Jing Hongchen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, pulled out the last Level-Nine Fixed Soul Tool Cannon from his storage Soul Tool, and stared with crazed eyes.

"The Sun Moon Empire's honor will never allow us to be slaughtered like livestock! Qian Jue, this old man wants you dead!"

Xuan Zi let out an earthshaking bull's bellow. The phantom of the Godly Taotie Bull ignited with blood-red flames as he burned his own essence blood.

"Shrek would rather die than yield! Kill!"

Even the remaining elders of the Holy Spirit Cult no longer had the leisure to care about any holy war.

Under the threat of death, they too turned venomous gazes upon Qian Jue.

For a moment, the experts of the various factions, who had been fighting separately and struggling to endure, miraculously united under Chen Hai's call.

Dozens of Soul Power pillars in different colors, each containing equally world-destroying might, rose laboriously through the darkness.

The ninth Soul Rings of the Titled Douluo, the Martial Soul Avatars of the Super Douluo, and the charging radiance of Level-Nine Soul Tools intertwined into a vast net for a desperate counterattack.

Every bit of killing intent, fury, and desire to survive locked onto the figure in the sky.

"Kill—!!!"

The deafening battle cries converged into a torrent, briefly suppressing the black vortex's howl.

Faced with this terrifying combined strike, powerful enough to level the entire Star Dou Great Forest, Qian Jue, floating in midair, showed not the slightest panic.

He slowly lowered his head, looking at the experts charging toward him like moths into a flame, at Chen Hai, Du Busi, Xuan Zi, and the others leading the assault.

The smile on Qian Jue's handsome, demonlike face grew ever brighter—and ever colder.

The eight Fallen Angel wings behind him suddenly beat, blazing with light in an instant.

"The struggle of ants is always so pleasing to watch."

Qian Jue slowly raised his right hand. His slender fingers lightly tapped the void, and the Word Spirit Demon's voice once more resounded through heaven and earth:

"I say, in this place, all resistance is forbidden."