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The shadow of death brought by the three newly arrived Crimson Soul Douluos was forcibly held at bay by the defense line, dismantled and reassembled with every ounce of strength its defenders possessed.
The cloud-wreathed White Robe flexible sword in Leng Buqun's hand traced a strange arc, evading the Dark Dark Demon Dragon Yan Zelong's claws, which carried destructive demonic flames.
His gaze remained nailed to Yan Zelong's savage face, covered in dark scales.
"Yan Zelong... Kong Tangfeng..." The names he uttered carried the chill of a thousand mountains and ten thousand rivers. His gaze swept toward the elusive Three-Clawed Nether Dragon Kong Tangfeng on the other side, whose claws gleamed darkly. "What a Demon Dragon Legion. Have Yan Wushuang's great claws finally reached into this remote corner of Moonlight?"
The cloud sword in his hand suddenly split into countless strands, forming an invisible cage of cloud vapor that wound toward Kong Tangfeng as he lunged again.
Yan Zelong-the name itself was a signboard wrapped in blood.
He was Yan Wushuang's eldest biological son, and a cousin of Yan Choulong and Yan Helong.
In fact, virtually all the High-Rank Soul Masters present had recognized him.
Which of Moonlight City's foremost fighters present did not know the situation in the nearby eastern Central Corridor like the back of their hand?
Tosk Province belonged to the eastern Central Corridor, precisely the territory ravaged by the Crimson Church's Demon Dragon Legion.
In recent years, the Demon Dragon Legion had stirred up several bloody upheavals in the eastern corridor. But penetrating this deep into the Moonlight Corridor-or rather, this out-of-the-way corner-displayed an arrogance and ruthlessness beyond anyone's predictions.
This was no raid by roaming bandits. It was the