As Myriad Souls Douluo's domain collapsed completely, the wronged souls he had imprisoned for untold years let out one final, mournful cry of release. Washed by the blood river, they dissolved into wisps of smoke and vanished between heaven and earth.
His domain had been broken just like that!
Nearby, Netherworld Douluo and Nether Thunder Douluo turned deathly pale. Their Soul Power churned violently, and dread spread wildly from the depths of their souls.
In all their years, they had never encountered an opponent like Lu Ren. They were being crushed on every front!
From toxins to blood manipulation, from sure-hit rules to domain severing, any one of these abilities would have given a Titled Douluo a terrible headache. Yet Lu Ren had crammed them all into a single domain, making them take effect simultaneously.
"Attack with everything you have! Don't let him stabilize his domain!"
Netherworld Douluo shouted through gritted teeth, the Netherworld Sword taking shape in his hand again.
The moment its deep-blue blade emerged from the void, he burned all three living souls sealed within it without hesitation.
These were his last reserves. Once the three souls burned away, every subsequent opening of his accompanying space would consume his own life force.
But he could no longer spare a thought for that. If he did not stake his life now, he would never have another chance to do so.
His ninth Soul Ring blazed to its utmost. Dark sword light tore through the blood river, and space shattered layer by layer. A massive sword beam capable of cleaving mountains slashed diagonally out of the accompanying space, heading straight for Lu Ren.
Nether Thunder Douluo also intended to counterattack while Netherworld Douluo struck with all his strength, but in the next instant, Lu Ren brought his hands together.