Meanwhile, the distant spectators' expressions changed dramatically, their faces turning grave.
Whether it was the people in the pavilion or Ji Chenglie and the others at the entrance to the inner hall, all of them felt that powerful aura and the approaching danger.
This was a true Titled Douluo, someone who could easily turn the tide of battle.
Chen Xiaojun's brows knitted tightly as he felt an unprecedented sense of pressure.
This enemy who had suddenly appeared was an extremely dangerous presence. He had to devise a countermeasure as quickly as possible.
A shadow flickered through Ji Chenglie's eyes. Just as things were nearing their conclusion, a powerhouse like this had appeared, plunging the Ji Family into even greater danger.
He cursed inwardly. Just how much did Heaven dislike the Ji Family? It seemed determined to deny them its favor.
Zhu Yanfeng's face was full of wariness. This time, he truly faced a powerful opponent, one far stronger than himself. He was only level 85 and did not even possess Title Douluo combat strength.
Yet he had no intention of giving up. On the contrary, his fighting spirit blazed to life in that instant.
He clenched his fists, determination shining in his eyes as he prepared to meet the challenge ahead.
The commotion around Zhu Yanfeng and the immense fluctuations of soul power startled everyone present. Discussions broke out everywhere, with cries of alarm rising one after another.
"Is that a Titled Douluo?" someone exclaimed.
"A Titled Douluo from the Crimson Church." This speaker had recognized the enemy's identity at a glance.
"Damn it! We'd almost finished them off, and now this happens?" someone cursed angrily, clearly caught off guard by the Titled Douluo's sudden appearance.
The members of the Ji and Liu Families pursuing the Black-Clothed Men also stopped.