Qian Renxue (111)

Nine dazzling golden Soul Rings circled around him, each radiating a pressure that made hearts tremble. The ninth Soul Ring, in particular, shone with the purest gold, with faint dragon roars and angelic chants intertwining within it. It was power beyond a Limit Douluo, the pressure that belonged to a Demigod.

Zhao Feng stood at Lin Mo's side, the Holy Faith Battle Axe gripped tightly in his hand. The axe blade was covered in fine runes, which glittered beneath the golden light and gave off intense Sacred Power and Power of Faith. His Soul Wings were also spread, pure gold from end to end, every feather as if forged from refined gold and containing an indestructible force. A thousand years of cultivation had turned his Power of Faith completely tangible. A layer of golden shield lingered around him, and upon that shield, countless illusory figures of fallen heroes flickered in and out of sight. They were the condensed faith of all the soldiers who had sacrificed themselves over the past thousand years, the ultimate manifestation of the power to protect.

Below, the Double Dragon Void-Suppressing Barrier was already covered in huge cracks. The blue and golden barrier light kept flickering and dimming, as if it might shatter at any moment. From within the cracks, Void Creatures poured out in an endless stream. They came in all shapes and forms: some stood tens of zhang tall like ferocious giant beasts, their bodies covered in pitch-black scales, spraying highly corrosive void Black Mist from their mouths; some were small and exquisite, shuttling like shadows and skilled at sneak attacks, the Void Power on their bodies able to pierce ordinary soul masters' defenses with ease; others were half-human, half-beast, wielding weapons condensed from the void, their combat strength formidable, their eyes devoid of