With a flick of his intent, the ice lance in front of Long Tianwu shot out like a bolt of lightning, trailing icy essence as it streaked toward another evil soul master on the opposite side.
At this moment, support was far more important than anything else. The greatest advantage these sudden intruding evil soul masters had was the element of surprise. Once they lost that, surrounded by tens of thousands of Blood God Legion warriors, even as Three-Word Battle Armor Masters, they would find no escape.
This era was no longer one where a single Title Douluo could dominate the battlefield. The power of modern soul tools fired in volleys was enough to make even top-tier soul masters wary.
These nine evil soul masters had launched their attack with everything they had, aiming to create a window of opportunity for the deep-sea abyssal emperors within.
One of them, a faint green figure—the fastest among the group—appeared in front of Xue Yi in the blink of an eye. At some point, he had donned a green headwrap, leaving only his eyes and mouth visible. His gaze was an eerie shade of dark green, and his battle armor shimmered with a blue-green hue laced with a tinge of purple. Even before he arrived, a sickly stench radiated from his body.
With a whirl of his arms, two sickle-like weapons slashed toward Xue Yi in a ruthless arc.
There was no doubt that Xue Yi was the core of the Blood God Formation. As long as his position was compromised, the entire formation would falter. The evil soul master went all-in right from the start.
Xue Yi stared coldly at the incoming strikes, his eyes flashing icily. He hadn't expected this—during a war that concerned the survival of the entire Douluo Continent, traitors from within humanity had chosen to align themselves with the abyss!
'Shameful! A disgrace to the Douluo Plane!'
He couldn't fathom what they were thinking. If the abyss devoured the Douluo Plane, where would they go?
It was no wonder the abyssal forces had managed to break through the main channel and launch this unprecedented abyssal tide. This had all been planned long in advance. The Holy Spirit Cult—how dare they collude with the abyss! They were trying to destroy the entire world.
Xue Yi raised his left hand. A sword about four feet long appeared in his grip.
Even while maintaining the Blood God Formation, he gently swung his sword.
The swing looked deceptively casual, devoid of flair or power. Yet, the moment it slashed out, the green-hooded evil soul master's face paled.
He distinctly felt that as the sword moved, Xue Yi merged entirely with the surrounding space. The ambient elemental forces bowed to him, became part of him—guided by his will.
'Isn't he maintaining the formation? How does he still have power like this? And his spiritual power…'
The evil soul master barely raised his dual sickles to guard his chest before they shattered. His breastplate cracked and broke apart. Blood gushed from his mouth, staining his mask as he was flung backward like a rag doll.
The Holy Spirit Cult had already estimated Xue Yi's strength as highly as they could. They also knew how much energy it took to operate a plane-summoning formation. Yet even with that strain, Xue Yi's strength was still comparable to a Super Douluo.
A flicker of disappointment crossed Xue Yi's face. 'His cultivation is still quite high. I thought I could kill him in one strike. Looks like I was too optimistic.'
Elsewhere, the other eight hosts of the formation were under attack as well. Normally, a coordinated ambush like this would be fatal. But this time, the power of the Life Tree that had nourished them while activating the Blood God Formation allowed them to recover vitality. They had reserves to retaliate.
The Holy Spirit Cult's research on the Blood God Legion ran deep. They had embedded themselves within for this very moment. They even understood parts of the Blood God Formation itself.
Among the formation's nine hosts, the weakest in cultivation was the former Xue Jiu. Naturally, he became a primary target. The evil soul master sent against him was even stronger than the one who attacked Xue Yi—determined to destroy the formation with one blow.
The Blood God Formation required nine specific individuals to operate. Not just any Title Douluo could substitute. These nine had years of training to synchronize with the array. Break one node, and the formation would collapse.
The Holy Spirit Cult never intended to directly clash with the Blood God Legion's full might. Their goal was simple—provoke an all-out war between the abyss and the legion. A prolonged war between the abyssal plane and the human world would bring ruin either way. That chaos and death was exactly what they thrived on.
Appearing before Xue Jiu was a woman veiled in black. The moment she moved, her Blood God Legion uniform shattered into nothingness, revealing black battle armor threaded with purple veins of light. She wielded a long sword that exuded no energy, yet behind her hovered a six-winged figure with dark purple shadows.
A Fallen Angel!
A six-winged Fallen Angel soul master—at the Title Douluo level!
No one had expected this. A Title Douluo who cultivated evil soul techniques and the rare Fallen Angel martial soul? That made her a match even for an Extreme Douluo.
And this woman was no ordinary Title Douluo.
She raised her Dark Demon Sword and unleashed eight strikes in rapid succession. Nine soul rings appeared—six black, three red. The fifth black ring pulsed as her power activated.
Eight dark portals tore open around her, shielding her from all outside interference. From within them, monstrous three-headed hellhounds began pouring out—each one five meters long, three meters tall. Every head spewed flames, ice, or darkness energy.
Hell's Gate—Summon: Cerberus!
Xue Jiu's eyes widened for a moment—but then he laughed.
"Since the day I joined the Blood God Battalion, I vowed to live and die as one of its soldiers!"
With a sharp bite of his tongue, blood spurted forth.
With no other choice, Xue Jiu ignited the Flame of Life.
Any soul master who had surpassed five rings could awaken their Life Flame—a dangerous trump card that burns one's own life force to unleash power far beyond their limit.
In that instant, an aura of blazing gold surged from Xue Jiu's body. The illusory projection of a great blood-red spear appeared behind him. Every hair on his body stood on end as power coursed through his veins. His battle armor flared with light, as if rejoicing with him.
The surrounding Cerberus beasts rushed at him—but his energy, rising rapidly from the Flame of Life, blasted them away one by one.
"Come on then!" he roared. "Let this life of mine buy us the time to win!"
(End of Chapter)
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