chsdbacks Chapter 804 Disdain
Chapter 804 Disdain
"Before my ninth soul skill, you are destined to be mercilessly crushed!"
"All heroes and valiant warriors will be reduced to ashes and vanish from this world under the destruction of these ghostly shadows of the Nine Netherworlds!"
"Your little tricks are utterly worthless in the face of this absolute power!"
Tang Lan remained calm, her gaze fixed firmly on the surging black shadow.
It was as if it were not a terrifying force capable of destroying everything, but merely a negligible breeze.
His upright posture remained motionless, completely unaffected by Ghost Shadow Douluo's arrogant words.
Ghost Shadow Douluo continued to roar:
Do you think you can withstand the most powerful and evil force in the world?
"Hahaha, that's just wishful thinking!"
"You're nothing but an arrogant and ignorant brat! Today I'll show you what true despair is! Prepare to die!"
His voice echoed across the battlefield like thunder, carrying boundless killing intent and arrogance.
Tang Lan remained unmoved, but her soul power began to fluctuate violently.
The soul power surged like a raging tide, wave after wave.
It seemed as if they were brewing some earth-shattering, awe-inspiring counterattack.
His gaze grew increasingly sharp, as if he could pierce through the layers of ghostly shadows and see the dawn of victory.
At this moment, the countless black ghostly figures were already close at hand, baring their fangs and claws.
It let out a chilling scream, carrying a resolute momentum to destroy everything, and was about to completely devour Tang Lan.
The surrounding air seemed to be frozen by this terrifying power, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.
"If this is all your final blow can deliver, then die!"
Tang Lan roared, his voice like rolling thunder, booming and shaking the entire space violently, as if it were about to collapse.
A fierce wind swept in, blowing sand and stones everywhere.
His eyes burned with a fierce rage that seemed capable of incinerating everything in the world. An endless pressure surged from his body, making the surrounding air seem to freeze.
"You think you can defeat me with this seemingly powerful but actually flawed attack? That's wishful thinking!"
"This so-called final blow is nothing but a weak and feeble death throes in my eyes! Today, I will make you pay a terrible price for your arrogance!"
The soul power emanating from Tang Lan was like a surging tsunami, rampaging wildly, and the violent power caused the space around him to distort and wrinkle.
Dark clouds rolled overhead, and flashes of lightning occasionally illuminated his resolute yet furious face.
Every movement he made carried an aura of world-destroying power, as if he were a war god from ancient times.
The enemy is about to be subjected to the most severe punishment, which is terrifying and makes people afraid to look directly at them.
Tang Lan's words startled Ghost Shadow Douluo, his ferocious smile instantly freezing, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
But then he realized that Tang Lan was bluffing.
"Hmph, kid, stop putting on airs. I'd like to see what tricks you have up your sleeve to deflect this attack!"
Ghost Shadow Douluo roared, increasing his output of soul power. The countless black ghost shadows became even more ferocious, rushing towards Tang Lan with a whooshing sound.
At this moment, the atmosphere on the battlefield was extremely tense.
The wind continued to howl, and sand and gravel lashed at everyone's faces, but all eyes were fixed on Tang Lan, waiting for his counterattack.
Tang Lan sneered, and her soul power began to gather wildly, forming a huge vortex of soul power.
"Since you're so eager to see it, then I'll grant your wish!"
He shouted, and the Overlord Spear in his hand emitted a dazzling light.
"Second Soul Skill - Overlord's Wind-Devouring Thrust!"
Tang Lan's second spirit ring lit up, its dazzling light instantly illuminating the surrounding dim space.
The light was like a bright, rising sun, its dazzling brilliance powerfully dispelling the heavy gloom brought by the darkness.
At this moment, a fierce wind raged across the battlefield, sending sand and stones flying.
The surrounding trees were violently shaken by the wind, and leaves fluttered down, as if playing a tragic symphony for this fierce battle.
Tang Lan stood tall and straight like a pine tree, his handsome face tense, his brows slightly furrowed.
A resolute flame burned in his deep eyes, like stars in the night sky, dazzling yet unsettling to behold.
He clenched his teeth, his facial features appearing exceptionally sharp due to extreme focus and exertion.
The weapon in Tang Lan's hand instantly transformed into an extremely sharp beam of light.
The light, accompanied by a violent, howling wind, was like a dazzling bolt of lightning, swift and unparalleled, tearing through the deep night sky.
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With an unstoppable momentum, it swiftly pierced straight towards the surging black ghostly figure.
The wind howled, its sound like a thousand horses galloping fiercely, its momentum magnificent and powerful, as if it could sweep the entire world into its surging sound waves.
Wherever the light touched, the air was mercilessly and brutally torn apart, emitting a sharp, ear-piercing, and unbearable explosion.
It was as if this entire space was about to be completely crushed and reduced to nothingness by this terrifyingly powerful force.
Faced with this overwhelmingly powerful attack, the countless black ghostly figures began to show obvious signs of retreat.
Originally, they were fierce, aggressive, and arrogant.
At this moment, they seemed to sense a tremendous threat capable of destroying them, and their movements became sluggish and hesitant.
Their previous arrogance vanished instantly.
But how could Ghost Shadow Douluo give up so easily? His eyes widened, his eyeballs seemingly about to pop out of their sockets.
Veins bulged on his forehead, each one protruding like a writhing earthworm, as he frantically channeled his soul power once more.
His meridians were all prominent due to the excessive output of soul power, and the sight was quite terrifying.
He attempted to enhance the power of this ninth soul skill, hoping to turn the tide of the battle.
However, Tang Lan's Overlord Wind-Devouring Thrust became increasingly powerful, its light growing brighter and brighter, like a supernova exploding, so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it.
The resulting wind pressure caused the surrounding ground to crack, and huge fissures spread rapidly like a dense spider web.
The bottomless crack seemed to conceal endless darkness.
The rubble was whipped up by an astonishing force, flying wildly through the air, colliding and rubbing against each other.
It burst forth with dazzling sparks and emitted a crackling, deafening sound.
The entire battlefield was in ruins, as if it had experienced a devastating apocalypse, leaving it scarred and devastated.
The once solid ground became pitted and uneven, with dust flying everywhere and blurring visibility.
"Break it!"
Tang Lan roared, his voice like a thunderous war drum, shaking the very soul of everyone present. (End of Chapter)