Laughing My Ass Off, Is This All a Level 97 Has? Before an Angel, She's Just a Charred Wild Chicken!

Western border of the Sun Moon Empire.

Withered Bone Wasteland.

The Holy Spirit Cult's headquarters had been built within the crater of an extinct volcano. Black rock walls were covered in formation patterns that devoured souls, and the air was thick with rotten deathly energy.

On a ridge three miles away, Su Chen braced one hand against a boulder, his gaze sweeping over the headquarters' defenses.

"Fifteen elders patrol the perimeter, all Titled Douluo. The Imperial Dragon Soul Engineer Corps is stationed at the east gate, and the Fearclaw Soul Engineer Corps is in the south. Deputy Cult Leader Feng Ling is holding the central courtyard."

He withdrew his gaze and looked at the six people behind him.

"Two incense sticks' worth of time. If you can't finish them, go back and train more."

Mo Qianye was already smiling.

Jiang Tieyi finished his last bite of rations and dusted off his hands. "That's enough."

With a flick of Su Chen's right hand, the phantom of the Void Throne emerged behind him, and his first Spirit Ring lit up—

Boom!

Twenty Hundred-Thousand-Year Dark Golden Terrorclaw Bears dropped from the Summoning Space, their six-meter bodies smashing twenty deep craters into the ground. Iron Wall, the leader, raised his multicolored gilded fur and gave a muffled grunt as he stood before the Six Abyssal Generals.

Su Chen patted Iron Wall's foreleg.

"Be the shield. Don't steal kills."

Iron Wall gave an unwilling whine, and the twenty Terrorclaw Bears formed an arcing defensive line.

Mo Qianye was the first to vanish.

His left leg bone skill, Umbral Stealth, activated. His figure blended into the night without a sound or even the slightest aura fluctuation.

At the headquarters' perimeter, Blood Slaughter Douluo was leaning against a watchtower, dozing off.

His Martial Soul was the Blood-Prison