Fang Fan and Tang San Both Set Their Sights on the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger

Points of light gathered across the sky, and two towering figures emerged from the shimmering rain.

On the left stood a giant ape, built like an iron tower and covered in dark golden fur. Its huge eyes brimmed with excitement—Titan Giant Ape, Er Ming.

On the right crouched a massive bull, its body like a mountain and its horns curved like blades. Its vertical pupils were as deep as ever, but they glistened at the sight of Xiao Wu—Sky Azure Bull Python, Da Ming.

Both had kept their memories and their sense of self. Neither had died. They had simply found another way to reunite with Xiao Wu.

"Er Ming! Da Ming!"

Xiao Wu could hold back no longer. She threw herself at them.

Er Ming fumbled to catch her, a goofy grin spreading across his enormous face;

Da Ming lowered his head and gently touched his great horn to Xiao Wu's forehead. The tenderness of the gesture stood in stark contrast to his immense size.

Fang Fan watched from the lakeside, a smile tugging at his lips.

His second Martial Soul, the Netherworld Sword, now held two Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Spirits. At his side were Xiao Wu, who had cultivated for 160,000 years, Da Ming and Er Ming, each at 100,000 years, Ning Rongrong of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Shui Bing'er and Shui Yue'er of Skywater Academy, Poison Douluo's granddaughter Dugu Yan, and his wife, Zhu Zhuqing.

Fang Fan stood on the shore of the Lake of Life, feeling the tide of Soul Power surging within him.

Level eighty was a dividing line. One more step would make him a Titled Douluo, among the continent's mightiest fighters.

And his choice of an eighth Soul Ring would determine how far he could go.

Soul Beasts older than 100,000 years