chsdbacks Chapter 789 I'll Fight This Battle
Chapter 789 I'll Fight This Battle
The shadowy figure chuckled coldly, a smile filled with a chilling contempt and disdain:
"A mere Soul Douluo dares to act so arrogantly in front of me, a Title Douluo? They truly don't know their own limitations!"
"Behold my ninth soul skill—All Things in the Universe!"
His voice was sinister and terrifying, as if it were a curse from the deepest abyss.
Every word was like a cold, sharp blade, piercing straight into everyone's hearts, sending chills down their spines and making their hair stand on end.
As he spoke, the dark energy surrounding the shadowy figure began to surge wildly.
It began to spin violently, like a raging black vortex.
Countless hideous faces seemed to be concealed within that dark energy, emitting mournful screams.
His eyes flashed with an eerie red light, a light that seemed to mercilessly suck in one's soul, making it impossible for anyone to meet his gaze.
"Let me show you this world-destroying power!"
The dark figure roared loudly.
The sound was deafening, like rolling thunder exploding in your ears, carrying endless pressure and suffocating terror.
He raised his hands high, and dark energy rapidly gathered in his palms, forming a huge black sphere of light.
The sphere of light resembled a star about to explode, containing unimaginable destructive power.
A chilling roar faintly emanated from the sphere of light, as if countless evil spirits were struggling and howling within it.
The surrounding space was severely distorted by this powerful force.
The wind howled, making a sharp whistling sound, and sand and stones flew everywhere, obscuring the sky and the sun.
The ground began to tremble violently, and huge cracks appeared, as if the world was about to collapse.
The aura emanating from the shadowy figure continued to rise, like a towering, dark mountain.
It seemed as if the entire world would be mercilessly swallowed up in this endless darkness.
It evokes a deep sense of despair and helplessness.
Tang Ya, Jiang Nannan, and Yu'er stared at the terrifying aura emanating from the dark figure.
His already tense face was now filled with deep worry.
Fear, like a thick haze, hung heavily over their hearts, making it almost impossible for them to breathe.
Tang Ya bit her lip tightly, until her originally pink lips were bloodless and as pale as paper.
Her hands unconsciously clenched the hem of her clothes, her knuckles turning white from the excessive force.
He murmured, trembling slightly, "This power is terrifying. Can we withstand it?"
Her voice was barely audible, carrying an unmistakable helplessness and confusion.
It was as if, faced with this overwhelming and despairing power, the flame of hope within her had been extinguished by the slightest flicker.
Jiang Nannan's brows were tightly furrowed, as if they were knotted into an unsolvable knot, and her eyes were filled with an unquenchable anxiety.
Large beads of sweat trickled down her forehead and down her cheeks. Gazing at the horrifying scene, her voice trembled, choked with sobs, as she spoke:
"What should we do? Is Fallen Sword Soul Douluo in danger? What should we do?"
Her gaze darted anxiously back and forth between the shadowy figure and the Fallen Sword Soul Douluo.
My heart was in my throat, as if it would jump out of my chest at any moment.
Yu'er's face was as pale as snow in the dead of winter, without a trace of blood.
Her delicate body trembled incessantly, like a fallen leaf shivering in the cold wind.
Her voice trembled so much she could barely speak, breaking into broken sentences: "I...I'm scared. This dark power makes me feel hopeless. Are we doomed?"
Her eyes were filled with extreme fear, as if she could already see an incredibly tragic ending; her desperate expression was heartbreaking to see.
Seeing the powerful soul skill unleashed by the dark figure, Ma Xiaotao felt a surge of fighting spirit, like a spark flickering in the darkness.
But soon, a hint of worry quietly surfaced and spread across her eyes.
She clenched her fists tightly, her palms were sweaty, and she could even feel her heart pounding like a drum.
She thought to herself:
"This is an unprecedented and fierce battle, but I must not back down!"
"No matter how powerful the enemy is, as powerful as an insurmountable mountain, I will fight with all my might, even if it means being shattered to pieces!"
Her gaze gradually hardened, becoming as firm as a rock.
It was as if they had made up their minds to fight the enemy to the death, even at the cost of their lives.
Tang Lan, however, did not take the threat from the shadowy figure seriously. He remained calm and composed, as if the thrilling scene before him was nothing more than a passing cloud.
His gaze was fixed firmly on the battlefield, his eyes revealing unwavering confidence and composure.
It was as if nothing in this world could disrupt his composure.
He already had a plan in mind; every detail was clearly presented in his mind.
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Once the time is right, we will decisively strike to subdue the enemy and firmly grasp victory in our hands.
Ice Bear Douluo looked at the world before him that had transformed into a dark domain.
His once rugged and unrestrained face was now furrowed with brows, like two heavy mountain ranges.
His large, bell-like eyes revealed a solemn expression as he stared intently at everything before him, and spoke to Luo Jian:
"This guy is Ghost Shadow Douluo of the Holy Spirit Cult. He is incredibly strong, treacherous, cunning, and ruthless. If you can't handle him, step back and let me handle him! Don't waste your life here."
His voice was like a booming bell, causing the surrounding air to tremble slightly.
His tone was full of concern for Fallen Sword Soul Douluo, while also showing his fearless determination.
The Sword-Falling Soul Douluo tilted his head slightly, smiled, and gently shook his head.
That smile carried a sense of composure and calmness; the upward curve of the corners of her mouth was just right, exuding a reassuring power.
His gaze shone with unwavering determination and confidence, like two brilliant stars shining in the deep night sky.
The light was firm and persistent, as if an inextinguishable flame was burning brightly.
He looked directly at the worried Ice Bear Douluo and solemnly said:
"Ice Bear Douluo, I appreciate your kindness."
"However, I have always been pursuing the ultimate in swordsmanship, and I also want to take this opportunity to test just how strong I really am."
"Although this Ghost Shadow Douluo is strong and ruthless, making him a formidable opponent, I am not necessarily without the ability to fight him!"
Having said that, the Sword-Falling Soul Douluo tightly closed his lips.
He took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently like a bellows.
His nostrils twitched slightly.
Then, his gaze instantly sharpened and focused, like a falcon spotting its prey, so intense that it was impossible to look directly at him.
His brows were furrowed, like two sharp swords about to be drawn.
His soul power surged and flashed with light.
Sword energy swirled around his body, transforming into dazzling sword shadows.
He stomped his foot hard, the ground groaning under the force, cracking and splintering away. (End of Chapter)