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"Retreat?! Where the hell do we retreat to?!" Jian Hesong roared, like the mournful howl of a dying lone wolf. "The lads are right behind us!"
"You want me to watch these beasts slaughter them?! Not a chance!"
His gaze swept over the frightened yet resolute eyes of the Youth Guard youths behind him.
The defensive halo twisted violently beneath the Axe Douluo's crushing blow, its cracks widening.
Two Soul Saints coordinated their attacks from the flanks, tearing at the halo.
The enemy's enhancement light shone over them, making their assault even fiercer.
The last trace of hesitation vanished from Jian Hesong's eyes, replaced by an almost crazed calm.
He abruptly drew back his hands, his fingers like steel hooks as he clamped them fiercely onto the Ink Crystal Bottle before his chest. His soul power surged like a flood bursting through a dam, pouring recklessly into it.
"Seventh Soul Skill-Martial Soul Avatar!"
Burning!!
The entire Ink Crystal Bottle suddenly erupted with gray-black light as blinding as the sun.
Within the bottle walls, the murky energy that had been flowing slowly began to churn and boil like scalding oil. An indescribable aura of destruction abruptly enveloped the entire artificial hill.
The savage grin froze on the power attack system Axe Douluo's face. He sensed death approaching.
"Stop him!!"
He bellowed and swung his battle-axe with all his strength. The two Soul Saints also frantically unleashed their soul skills at Jian Hesong.
Too late!
"You bastards-all of you, get in here!!!"
Like a dying beast, Jian Hesong let out the last and most agonized roar of his life.
The **Ink Crystal