The Holy Spirit Cult's Third Elder-Nether Lightning Douluo, Falls! (Part 2)

Nether Lightning Douluo's right-hand finger guard lit up.

The glow was faint, dark green flashing across the surface of the black iron.

But Su Chen saw it.

That right hand embedded in the shattered rock wall was secretly gathering power.

An invisible Soul Power link was forming between the soul-guided patterns on the finger guard and the fuse of the ninth-level artillery shell on the altar.

Yan Wuji's Profound Ice Domain had sealed the shell's fuse beneath a layer of ice, driving the temperature to its limit.

But the enchanted fuse of a ninth-level soul-guided artillery shell possessed an independent circuit—freezing it could only delay it, not lock it down.

Nether Lightning Douluo needed three seconds.

Three seconds to break through the ice and detonate the shell.

Nothing alive would remain within a hundred meters of this cavern.

"You're gambling," Su Chen said.

Nether Lightning Douluo's smile did not change.

"Gambling that you won't dare take the risk."

Su Chen stepped forward.

Then he quietly spoke a name.

"Iron Wall."

Nether Lightning Douluo's right-hand finger guard finally finished charging. A bolt of dark green lightning shot out like a venomous snake, racing along the Soul Power link toward the altar—

A bear paw cleaved down from the shadows on the ground.

Dark gold, covered in metallic scales, its palm was wider than an adult's torso.

One slap.

The dark green lightning was scattered into harmless green sparks.

Iron Wall.

The six-meter-tall Hundred-Thousand-Year Dark Golden Terrorclaw Bear descended from the Summoning Space.

It did not roar or make any unnecessary movements. It merely walked silently to the altar and used its body to shield the ninth-level artillery shell.

Its dark golden shell completely covered every angle of the shell.

No energy could reach it.

Nether Lightning Douluo's smile shattered, twisting into