A hundred-thousand-year soul ring!
This was the mighty soul ring Pope Bibi Dong had once gone to extraordinary lengths to obtain. Who would have thought that Golden Crocodile Douluo, the Second Worship of the Elder Hall, also possessed a hundred-thousand-year soul ring!
At that moment, golden light burst from Golden Crocodile Douluo's entire body. He blazed as brilliantly as the sun high in the heavens, his radiance enveloping more than half the command camp. Even Dai Mubai, who had already escaped beyond the camp, felt the scorching light behind him and couldn't help looking back.
"S-so terrifying!"
Golden Crocodile Douluo made no attempt to conceal his Titled Douluo pressure, whipping up a storm of soul power where he stood. Even from far away, Dai Mubai could feel that pressure bearing down on him, let alone Yang Wudi, who stood within arm's reach!
Yang Wudi could even feel that oncoming pressure cutting as sharply as a blade.
No! This wasn't an illusion!
Tiny cuts opened across Yang Wudi's face, blood streaming from them!
But!
At the thought that Fleet Admiral Dai Mubai, whom he had to protect, was right behind him, Yang Wudi mustered every ounce of strength in his body and roared.
"Kill!"
With me here, none shall prevail! Ever forward, never retreat!
Imbued with Yang Wudi's spirit and resolve, the Soul Breaking Spear shone with an unprecedented black radiance!
"Fool!" Golden Crocodile Douluo sneered savagely. "Let me show you what despair truly means!"
His utter contempt was plain to see. Golden Crocodile Douluo wasted no more words. Golden light flared all over him as he abruptly pivoted, lashing his enormous tail at Yang Wudi like a steel whip.
Of course, this was no ordinary lash. With his Martial Soul Avatar unleashed, the soul skill granted by Golden Crocodile Douluo's