Rakshasa, Angel, Sea God: Prelude to the Twilight of the Gods!

The wind stopped.

It had not calmed naturally; it had been forcibly silenced.

The space above Spirit City's walls was clenched tight by an invisible hand.

Ice shards, dust, and the stench of blood all froze in midair.

Even the remnants of Chu Yao's poisonous mist were ground into nothingness by that power.

Qian Daoliu stood atop the city wall.

He had no weapon, no Spirit Rings, not even the slightest leak of Soul Power.

He merely stood with his hands behind his back, his white hair held aloft by the stagnant air.

The entire Spirit City trembled.

Su Chen narrowed his eyes.

Below the city walls, the Soul Masters who had come with the allied army had fallen to their knees in droves.

They had not been beaten down. Their knees simply could not bear that pressure and were forced to bend.

The pressure of a level ninety-nine Peerless Douluo crushed directly down upon their seas of Soul Power.

For Soul Masters below level sixty, even standing had become an impossible luxury.

"Grandfather!"

Qian Renxue's shrill cry rang out from the city wall.

She threw herself toward Qian Daoliu, reaching for the hem of his robe.

A layer of pale golden light bounced her away.

It was not forceful, and could even be called gentle.

Yet after being pushed back three steps, Qian Renxue saw her grandfather's eyes clearly.

Those eyes she had looked up to since childhood, always sharp as swords, now held only murkiness and calm.

The lamp that had burned for a century had reached the end of its wick.

Qian Daoliu's gaze passed over the Abyss Seven Generals, over Su Chen, over the allied army's formation.

At last, it settled on the five pools of blood on the distant ground, still not yet dry.

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