Ren Tao plunged underground. Having just taken a direct hit from Sword Douluo, every bone in his body ached, and a long gash split his chest and abdomen, spraying blood.
But none of that mattered. His Devouring Golden Threads extended instantly, stitching every wound shut at once before rapidly regenerating his muscles.
There was another advantage: he had escaped Bone Douluo's Dragon Soul Purgatory, and Yu Xiaogang's barrage could no longer reach him for the moment. The current state of the battle was, in fact, a result Ren Tao had actively achieved through careful thought.
Amid the billowing dust, Ren Tao whipped his golden threads around, shattering more boulders to sow confusion. Rather than rising into the air, he charged down toward the foot of the cliff.
The terrain here prevented the five Douluo from surrounding him together. And if they dared come down, none of them could match Ren Tao in a fight of one against one or even one against two.
At this point, the first blind spot appeared in Yu Xiaogang's calculations.
Those above also froze for several seconds. Sword Douluo Chen Xin was the strongest fighter present, but he had only attacked because his position left him little choice. He had no desire to truly fight Ren Tao to the death. Bone Douluo, the second strongest, felt the same.
War Halberd and Golden Light, meanwhile, had the will to kill their enemy but not the power to turn the tide. Sending the two of them down would merely hand over their lives.
As for Yu Xiaogang, without the Golden Iron Triangle's fusion skill, he was trash.
A lull settled over the battle. Dai Rong's tiger-like eyes widened as he glared at Yu Xiaogang. "Aren't you supposed to be the Soul Master World's great authority, Grandmaster? Is