Although it still failed to shake his Divine Body in the slightest, and not even the hem of his clothes was torn, the enormous impact caused Toji's body to stiffen slightly, almost imperceptibly.
Like a precision gear spinning at high speed, it got stuck by a tiny grain of sand.
This insignificant moment was enough for a powerhouse like Ye Xishui!
The scarlet whip, like the fangs of a venomous snake, precisely Entanglement around Toji's left arm, which had just stiffened slightly due to the stiffness.
"Hiss hiss hiss--!"
The filthy Soul Power clashed violently with the Toji and pure Bloodline Power, producing a corrosive sound and wisps of black smoke.
The venomous runes on the whip seemed to come alive, frantically trying to penetrate the Toji panel.
"Got you." Ye Xishui's eyes were filled with wild joy. She suddenly exerted force on her wrist and was about to pull Toji towards herself.
"Hmph." Toji snorted coldly, as if he had been bitten by a mosquito and was very impatient.
Not only was he not pulled at all, but the muscles in his Entanglement left arm instantly bulged, unleashing terrifying strength. His five fingers, like steel clamps, gripped the physical part of the scarlet whip shadow tightly.
"Come here," Toji hissed, pulling his arm back sharply.
He wanted to drag this annoying woman right in front of him and strangle her.
Long Xiaoyao had been waiting in ambush, but seeing Ye Xishui subdued and in grave danger, he could no longer remain calm.
The First Soul Ring lit up instantly.
" First Soul Skill, Darkness Dragon Claw."
His right hand instantly swelled and deformed, covered with ferocious black dragon scales, and sharp, black claws sprang from his fingertips.
Even more terrifying, scorching black flames filled with Destruction energy rose from the entire dragon claw.
Long Xiaoyao moved like lightning, tearing through the air with a loud bang, and fiercely grabbed at Toji's left wrist, which was holding the blood whip.
Attack where the enemy must defend.
Trying to force him to let go.
Facing the dragon claw burning with black flames, powerful enough to tear mountains apart, Toji's eyes flashed with a hint of disdain.
Without dodging or evading, his free right hand shot out like lightning, fingers spread wide, and with perfect precision, he grabbed Long Xiaoyao's wrist, which was covered in dragon scales and burning with black flames.
"Hmm?" Long Xiaoyao's pupils suddenly contracted.
He felt as if his wrist was being clamped by the most solid star core in the universe.
That overwhelming power was something he simply couldn't contend with.
He could even hear the teeth-grinding crunch of his wrist bones being crushed by the other man's fingers.
A sharp pain shot through the dragon, its scales groaning in the black flames, as if they were about to be crushed completely at any moment.
At the critical moment of life and death, Long Xiaoyao unleashed his full potential, and his third and Fourth Soul Ring shone simultaneously.
" Third Soul Skill, Black Dragon Scale Armor." The dragon scales covering his arms and body instantly became as deep and thick as black jade, greatly increasing his defensive power!
" Fourth Soul Skill, Dark Erosion Wave." Deep, viscous dark ripples, seemingly capable of swallowing light, suddenly spread out from him.
This ripple contained extremely strong corrosive and shock-absorbing power, which not only impacted Toji instantly, but also subtly acted on his clamped wrist.
"Bang!"
The Dark Erosion Wave erupted at close range, Toji's body trembled slightly. His right hand, which was gripping Long Xiaoyao's wrist, felt a strong shock and corrosive force. Although it still couldn't harm him, the impact did cause his tightly clenched fingers to loosen for a moment.
Seizing this critical opportunity, Long Xiaoyao suddenly unleashed his Soul Power and retreated rapidly.
With a "ripping" sound, his wrist, along with several dragon scales stained with black flames and blood that had been forcibly torn off, narrowly escaped from Toji's fingers.
The excruciating pain caused him to groan, but he was thankfully spared the fate of having his wrist crushed.
And in the Toji instant that Shen Eryin's body had an extremely brief opening during her series of actions—stiffening, grabbing the whip, and restraining Long Xiaoyao—...
A dark figure appeared silently behind Toji.
This is a Titled Douluo of the Holy Spirit Cult, extremely skilled in stealth and assassination.
His eyes gleamed with cruelty and excitement as he silently thrust a dark blue dagger coated with deadly poison into Toji's unsuspecting back.
The timing was impeccable.
It was a crucial moment when the old forces had just given way to the new ones, and everyone's attention was diverted to the front lines.
The dagger was about to pierce through.
Toji didn't even look back.
As if his body had eyes in the back of its head, just as the dagger was about to reach him, his right hand, which had just released Long Xiaoyao's wrist, lashed out with a backhand punch at a speed that defied human anatomy and left an afterimage.
"Puff!"
Like an overripe watermelon being smashed by a hammer.
The Holy Spirit Cult's Titled Douluo who launched the sneak attack hadn't even had time to switch from a cruel and excited expression to one of astonishment before his head and upper chest exploded as if crushed by a massive hydraulic press under that seemingly casual punch.
Red, white, fragmented bone pieces, churned internal organs...
The mixture formed a nauseating paste, which then splattered violently in a radial pattern, soaking several Holy Spirit Cult members who were unable to dodge in time.
The headless corpse swayed, then collapsed limply, the dark blue dagger in its hand clattering into the pool of blood.
The entire hall fell into a deathly silence once again.
All that remained was the "drip-drip" sound of thick blood dripping onto the ground, and the heavy, fearful breathing of the crowd.
Toji slowly withdrew his fist, shook off the filth on his hands, and his cold gaze swept over the Holy Spirit Cult members who were frozen in place by his punch, finally landing on Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao, whose faces were pale.
He grinned, revealing a blood-stained, grotesque smile, like that of a demon from hell:
"Who's next...?"
Toji that blood-stained, sinister grin, like an invitation to hell, made Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao's hearts feel as if they were being gripped by cold iron clamps.
The power displayed by the man before them had completely overturned their understanding of "power".
That Divine Body that ignores all attacks, that pure violence that can crush Titled Douluo with a flick of the wrist, that unfathomable Bloodline Power, like a primordial Ferocious Beast...
All of this reveals a cruel truth.
Conventional methods, and even their proud Limit Douluo power, all seemed so pale and powerless in front of him.
To keep it any longer would be tantamount to courting disaster.
"We can't wait any longer." The last trace of hesitation in Ye Xishui's eyes was replaced by a frenzied greed and determination. She let out a piercing scream, her voice breaking through the oppressive atmosphere of the hall. " Long Xiaoyao, full power, Martial Soul Avatar!"
Long Xiaoyao also let out a deafening dragon roar, a sound carrying an unprecedented solemnity and... a hint of tragic grandeur born of a do-or-die mentality.
He knew all too well that this was the final battle, a battle where everything was at stake.
Two terrifying auras, so powerful they caused the heavens and earth to change color, erupted like a volcano that had been dormant for millennia.