The silence lasted only a moment.
The green-clad man began to move. He no longer tried to chisel at the top, nor did he retreat; instead, he slammed his hands onto the ground.
The green light from his abdomen flowed into the rock strata through his arms, and countless green threads of light emerged from the ground, spreading in all directions like a giant spider web.
He is transforming the battlefield.
"Everyone, scatter!" Feng Xiaotian shouted.
Everyone leaped up simultaneously, dodging the threads that shot out from under their feet. But there were so many threads that they almost covered the entire cave floor, leaving only a few protruding rocks where they could barely find footholds.
"He's going to trap us in this silken array and fight us there," Jiang Lin's voice rang out in the Spirit Eyes projection. "The silken threads are connected to his Soul Power; he can sense everyone's location from them."
Huo Xiao strode into the cave, the phantom of the flaming Lion solidifying behind him. He didn't look at the silk threads, his gaze fixed on the green-glowing figure, and slowly raised his right hand, a ball of blazing white flame condensing in his palm.
"Little friend," Huo Xiao's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling calmness, "Didn't anyone teach you that fire overcomes wood?"
The green-haired man's yellow eyes darted around, and he grinned, "These are Soul Power threads, not wood."
" Soul Power also has attributes." The ball of Huo Xiao in Huo Xiao's palm exploded.
It wasn't an explosion, but a spread—a blazing white wave of fire swept outwards from him, and wherever the flames passed, the green threads of light curled up, broke, and turned to ash like burning spider webs. The temperature of the entire cave soared by more than ten degrees in an instant, and the water droplets on the rock walls evaporated into white mist.
Soul Douluo unleashed his Soul Power without reservation at this moment.
Since Huo Xiao took the Primordial Martial Awakening Pill Huo Xiao half a year ago, his level has risen from level 86 to level 88.
The pills not only increase the purity of the Fire Attribute, but also bring about a qualitative change in cultivation speed. At this rate, the threshold of becoming Titled Douluo will be crossed in no time.
The green-haired man looked down at the broken silk thread at his feet and frowned.
He stood up, no longer squatting on the ground. The green light in his abdomen began to pulsate violently, twice as fast as before.
" Fire Attribute Soul Douluo." His voice held a serious tone for the first time. "No wonder those useless guys outside don't dare come in."
He raised his hands, interlaced his fingers, and clenched them tightly. The broken threads did not regrow; instead, they all retracted into his body.
The green light in the abdominal cavity suddenly contracted, compressing from an expanded state into a fist-sized core of light with such high density that it was almost opaque.
Then he opened his mouth.
The ball of light slowly rose from his throat, hovering above his open mouth like a ghostly green sun. Dense patterns appeared on the surface of the light, each pattern writhing as if it were alive.
"Since fire overcomes wood," his two voices overlapped, one high and one low, "Then we don't need wood."
The light core exploded.
It wasn't silk threads, tentacles, or giant hands—it was nearly a hundred fist-sized green orbs of light, each trailing a long tail of flame, hurtling in all directions like a meteor shower.
When the orbs of light struck the rock wall, they didn't shatter, but exploded. Each explosion created a crater the size of a water tank on the rock wall, sending debris and dust flying everywhere.
"He's blowing up the cave!" Ji Ning's voice came from the smoke and dust. "He's going to collapse the entire cave!"
Feng Xiaotian understood.
The Green Man didn't care about winning. His goal from the beginning wasn't to defeat them, but to create chaos and then escape in the confusion.
Chiseling the roof was an escape, laying down the silk thread was an escape, and now blasting the cave is still an escape—every single one of his actions is for the purpose of running away.
" Jiang Lin, lock onto his location and don't let him out of sight. The others, stop him," Feng Xiaotian commanded through the Spirit Eyes projection.
Jiang Lin's Fourth Soul Ring lit up. The Soul Power fluctuations of Spirit Eyes Chaos rippled outwards from him, precisely locking onto the green-light figure's true form amidst the countless green light spheres.
Although those light spheres were condensed from his Soul Power, the core of light in his abdominal cavity was the real core, and the Soul Power fluctuations of the core were completely different from those of the other light spheres.
"He's twenty paces to your left and slightly ahead, moving towards Shi Yan," Jiang Lin's voice echoed in Feng Xiaotian's mind. "He's trying to break through at the fork in the road."
Feng Xiaotian activated his Gale Flash Step, flashing and dodging in the gaps between explosions, and in three steps he was directly in front of the green-haired man's path. His Fifth Soul Ring lit up, and five Wind Trace from Wolf King's Rending Wind Claw condensed from his fingertips, sealing off all of the green-haired man's advance.
The green-clad figure was forced to stop, conjuring a thick green shield in front of him with both hands. Five Wind Trace struck the shield, creating five deep cracks, but they did not penetrate it.
Just as he was about to flank from the side, another attack came from behind.
Lu Hanxiao Cold Wind · Wing Slash. This time, he didn't rush forward to fight to the death. Instead, he stood beside Lu Qing, keeping the ice blades on his wings at mid-range, precisely slicing towards the back of the green-haired man's neck.
The angle, the force, the timing were all perfect—the previous madness was gone, replaced by an extreme calmness and killing intent.
Lu Qing's Wind Scythe simultaneously slashed from the other side. The brothers' attacks were perfectly coordinated, one from the left and one from the right, one from the front and one from the back, completely blocking the green-haired man's retreat.
The green-glowing man had to raise his shield once more to fend off attacks from both directions. More and more cracks appeared on the shield, and the green light began to dim.
But he still had a backup plan.
His right hand suddenly emerged from behind the shield, fingers spread, palm facing Lu Hanxiao. A thin, needle-like green light shot out from his palm, moving at an extremely fast speed, almost invisible in the dim cave.
Lu Hanxiao's pupils contracted sharply, and his body instinctively dodged to the side—a green light grazed his earlobe, leaving a trail of blood and a few strands of hair that had been cut off.
"His target is Lu Hanxiao." Jiang Lin's voice echoed in everyone's minds.
Feng Xiaotian sneered. The green-clad man wanted to use Lu Hanxiao as a breakthrough point—because Lu Hanxiao had lost control earlier, he felt that this person was the weakest link in the team.
But he made the wrong choice.
"Everyone, keep an eye on Lu Hanxiao, but don't let him disengage from the battle," Feng Xiaotian ordered. "The more the Evil Soul Master try to capture Lu Hanxiao, the more we'll use Lu Hanxiao as bait. But Zhong Yue, don't forget to buff Lu Hanxiao with defense. Ye Qingyu, apply the buffs."
The two nodded. Zhong Yue's Black Tortoise: Wind Armor immediately condensed into a small shield, hovering in front of Lu Hanxiao. Ye Qingyu's Wind Zither rang out in the cave, and the two buffs, Light Sound War Drum, simultaneously fell on Lu Hanxiao — his Soul Power recovery speed and attack power were both increased.
Lu Hanxiao felt the Soul Core in his dantian spinning faster, and the ice blades on his wings shone even brighter than before. He didn't speak, but simply nodded slightly, and then continued to press down.
The green-haired man started to panic.
His shield was teetering on the brink of collapse under the continuous attacks of Feng Xiaotian, Lu Hanxiao, and Lu Qing. The light core in his abdomen was no longer beating steadily as before, but began to flicker.
He needs a breakthrough.
His gaze swept over everyone— Feng Xiaotian was too strong, Huo Xiao was there to hold the line and no one dared to touch him, the Lu brothers were too well-coordinated to break through, Zhong Yue's defense was too thick, and Shi Yan's sonic shield sealed off the side passage.
Then he found it.
Jiang Lin.
His Spirit Eyes Martial Soul Control System, positioned at the rear of the team, furthest away. Furthermore, his Soul Power fluctuations indicate he lacks any defensive Soul Skill.
The green-haired man's lips curled into a new smile.
His right hand suddenly changed direction, no longer attacking Lu Hanxiao, but instead swung fiercely towards Jiang Lin. A green beam as thick as an arm shot out from his palm, heading straight for Jiang Lin's face.
This attack came too suddenly. Everyone thought he would continue to target Lu Hanxiao; no one expected him to suddenly switch targets.
Jiang Lin's pupils reflected the green light, and his body instinctively dodged to the side, but the beam of light was too fast—
At that moment, a gray figure rushed out from the side.
Feng Lingtian's Peregrine Falcon wings spread out to their maximum behind him, and his dive, propelled by his Soul Power, was so fast that it left only a blur.
He grabbed Jiang Lin by the back of his collar and, using the momentum of his dive, tackled him to the ground. The two of them rolled several steps away together.
The green beam grazed past Feng Lingtian's back, blasting a large crater in the rock wall behind them, and rubble and dust covered the two of them.
"Cough, cough..." Jiang Lin coughed twice, choked by the stone powder, and lay in the ruins looking at Feng Lingtian who was lying on top of him.
Feng Lingtian sat up, dusted himself off, and glanced at him expressionlessly.
Jiang Lin was stunned for a moment. "... How did you know he was going to hit me?"
Feng Lingtian didn't turn around. He had already stood up and returned to his fighting position, only saying, "He glanced at you twice, and with you standing in the back, you were a perfect target."
Jiang Lin opened his mouth, wanting to say something in rebuttal, but seeing the tear in Feng Lingtian's clothes on his back caused by the gravel and a shallow bloodstain, he swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.
"Thanks."
Feng Lingtian didn't turn around; he had already stood up and returned to his fighting position, leaving only the words, "Focus on the battle."
Jiang Lin got up from the ground, dusted himself off, and his Fourth Soul Ring lit up again. His gaze locked onto the green-glowing figure, and the Soul Power fluctuations of Spirit Eyes Chaos rippled out once more.
The green-haired man's smile vanished completely upon seeing this.
His core of light had dimmed considerably, his shield was about to shatter, the fork in the road was blocked by Shi Yan, and the top was held up by Zhong Yue, so all escape routes were blocked.
For the first time, he realized—he might really not be able to escape.
"Who exactly are you people?" His voice was hoarse, no longer an overlap of two voices, but reverting to the original hoarse single syllable.
Feng Xiaotian did not answer. His body transformed into a cyan afterimage, Gale Flash Step took three quick steps in a short distance, each step precisely landing on the intersection of the cracks in the green-light man's shield.
The shield shattered when the third step landed.
The green-light man's pupils contracted sharply as he looked at the hand emerging from the shattered fragments of green light.
Feng Xiaotian placed his palm on the center of his chest, right in front of his heart.
The Fifth Soul Ring lit up. The five Wind Trace of Wolf King's Rending Wind Claw were not released outwards, but were compressed into a high-speed rotating wind cone by him using the " Break the Surface at One Point " technique, and poured into the green light man's body from his palm.
Soul Power erupts.
The green-glowing man's body suddenly arched, and the remaining green light in his abdomen pulsed violently a few times—like a candle flame about to go out struggling in the wind.