The two sides had barely faced off for a moment before the black-clad Soul Masters blurred into shadows. Each carried an incomparably ferocious surge of force as they hurtled like streaks of differently colored light toward A-Tai, who stood there proudly.
"Roar!"
As the enemies charged, blood-red light flared in A-Tai's eyes, chilling anyone who looked into them. He slammed his enormous fist against his chest and let out a piercing roar powerful enough to shatter a boulder.
The roar visibly slowed the black-clad Soul Masters' movements. At that very instant, A-Tai stamped the ground and shot forward, appearing before one of them in the blink of an eye. He curled his hand slightly, and icy energy rapidly gathered over it.
In an instant, his hand transformed into an ice claw more than half a foot long.
The ice claw plunged straight toward the heart of a black-clad Soul Saint. Before the man could react, it pierced his chest, sending blood spraying everywhere.
A-Tai's strength clearly exceeded the Spirit Hall forces' expectations. Startled, two Titled Douluos attacked him at once.
Bang!
Their attacks collided violently with his. Amid a thunderous crash and flying ice shards, the two black-clad Titled Douluos were hurled backward, slamming into a boulder and sending cracks spreading across it like a spiderweb.
A moment later, the two Titled Douluos lifted their faces. Faint traces of blood lingered at the corners of their mouths.
Watching from the sidelines, Chrysanthemum Douluo turned toward Ghost Douluo. His brows knitted, and his expression darkened as he asked in surprise, "Old Ghost, since when did the Soul Hall have a Titled Douluo this powerful?"
"How would I know?" Ghost Douluo replied helplessly. "Forget it. We have the numbers. Let's rush inside and capture the others first. If anything goes wrong again