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Even as the Heaven Dou Knight Order's left wing struggled to sustain its offensive, the two powerhouses tasked with tearing open a wider breach-Ximen Wenming (Level 87), wreathed in scorching blade aura, and Zhong Feng (Level 83), whose bell rang like a dragon's roar-suddenly found themselves pinned down by the deadliest opposition.
"Roar!"
Three dark figures, cloaked in profound deathly silence and savage bloodlust, descended with a thunderous surge of dark soul power, firmly blocking Ximen Wenming and Zhong Feng's path.
They were the Black Nether Legion's concealed elites, all ruthless Soul Douluos tempered by a hundred battles.
One was tall and thin, his ten fingers resembling dried bones, their tips dripping with black energy as thick as ink (martial soul: Black Shadow Pen).
He swept his fingers through the air, sending black, luminous ink shooting from his fingertips to sketch overlapping layers of "Dark Prison" in empty space.
The runic formations twisted and revolved, radiating powerful confinement and energy-eroding forces. Ximen Wenming struck them savagely with a "Karmaflame Hong Lian Slash" powerful enough to burn the heavens, but the crimson blade flames, hot enough to melt metal, vanished like a stone sinking into the sea, swiftly broken down and devoured by the constantly shifting dark-ink runes.
The blade light's shock wave merely made the prison tremble, failing to damage its foundations.
Another, short and burly, let out a low growl, muscles bulging all over his body. A heavy command token carved with a hideous ghost's head and threaded with dark-purple lines of blood appeared in his hand (Demon Shadow Nether Command).
As he brandished the token, several "Ghost Shadow Clones", impossible to distinguish as real or illusory, instantly split off behind him. Each held a phantom nether command token, and together they