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The smoke and dust drifted away, but the sight revealed was not what Ming Xingyun had hoped for. The first thing he saw was Bao Nansong sprawled lifelessly on the ground.
Three flying daggers flashing with red light were embedded in the Level 87 Soul Douluo's body. The deadliest had pierced his throat, snuffing out every last trace of life.
Beside the corpse stood Li Xunhuan with his Martial Soul Avatar activated. His aura was somewhat ragged, his breathing heavy. Six crimson flying daggers circled him, radiating razor-sharp killing intent.
Ming Xingyun's pupils contracted, and he cursed inwardly: Useless fool!
He had never expected Bao Nansong to actually fall to this level 82 Soul Douluo whose flying daggers were renowned throughout the world.
Not far away, Xia Yun was contending with his guard squad.
Ming Xingyun activated Black Eye, his gaze flickering as his spiritual perception swept over the entire mountain estate shrouded in flames and gunsmoke.
His heart sank to the bottom of a ravine.
To the east, west, south, and north, the surviving members of the Black Nether Legion were being encircled, split apart, and slaughtered by organized ranks of the Heaven Dou Royal Knights and other troops surging in like a tide.
The battle's downward spiral could no longer be reversed. In the Manor's Backyard especially, the defensive lines were rapidly unraveling and collapsing.
His perception also caught the suffocating clash of energies farther away-Ghost Demon Douluo Wan Hanyou was being driven from pillar to post by the fierce attacks of Snow Douluo Han Yiyu and Moon-Molting Douluo Xuan Qingya. He struggled desperately to hold on, his defeat perhaps only moments away.
Closer by, at the center of another fierce battlefield, Zhai Henbai and