Your Fifty Soul Kings Are All Down-Four Black, Three Red Will Scare You to Death!

The Nether Lightning Douluo's laughter had not yet faded.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three dark green bolts of nether lightning crashed down from the cavern ceiling, weaving into an airtight net of lightning that completely sealed off the passage entrance.

[Thunder God Binding].

A prearranged formation.

Su Chen had triggered it the moment he stepped into the cavern, but the Nether Lightning Douluo had chosen to detonate it now.

Their retreat route was gone.

"The Holy Spirit Cult's intelligence network is a little faster than you imagined."

The Nether Lightning Douluo rose from his stone seat.

Nine Spirit Rings rose beneath his feet—two yellow, two purple, and five black. Dark green arcs of lightning crawled along his dark purple uniform, their crackling echoes painfully sharp within the sealed cavern.

"From the moment you entered a fifty-mile radius of this place," the Nether Lightning Douluo said, looking down at the young people at the passage entrance with cruel amusement, "I knew."

Su Chen's expression did not change in the slightest.

He had anticipated that the enemy would be prepared, but not that they would be prepared to this extent.

No matter.

The essence of a plan had never been to foresee everything, but to react faster than the enemy when variables appeared.

His hand came down.

"Move."

One word.

Six figures erupted into action at the same second.

Yan Wuji formed seals with both hands and exhaled a cloud of chilling white mist.

[Profound Ice Seal Domain · Ten Thousand Miles of Ice Seal]!

A wave of extreme cold swept out from the altar, and frost instantly formed over the shells of every fixed-installation soul cannon shell. The temperature of their fuses plunged off a cliff.

Jiang Tieyi stomped hard enough to crack the ground, and the phantom of a Savage Ancient