109Chapter 109 Four three-character battle armor masters?
Under the cover of the Bingyuan Sword, Lu Jun was like a real ghost, sneaking silently into the core location in the predicted picture.
A huge, empty, long-abandoned metal processing factory.
The huge abandoned machines are like the skeletons of steel monsters, the rusty pipes are like dying blood vessels, and the ground is covered with thick dust and oil.
It was dead silent here, with only the draft howling in the empty factory.
Lu Jun found an excellent hiding spot, a corner located at the break of the rusty corridor on the second floor, blocked by a huge abandoned condenser.
The view here is excellent, overlooking the large open space below, which is exactly the location where Leng Yulai was attacked in the predicted scene.
He held his breath and curled up in the cold shadow, waiting silently like the most patient hunter.
Time flows slowly in silence.
Every minute and every second seems particularly long.
Finally, a low and powerful roar of a soul guide engine came from far away, breaking the silence of the abandoned factory.
A black high-end soul-guided sedan with smooth lines and low-key shape, like an elegant cheetah, was parked steadily in the open space in the center of the factory.
The car door opened.
A slender jade foot wrapped in exquisite black leather boots took the first step forward, stepping on the dusty ground.
Immediately afterwards, a tall, cool, and powerful figure stepped out of the car.
It was Leng Yulai.
She was still wearing a well-tailored black trench coat that outlined her breathtaking curves.
She wore a pair of large sunglasses on her face, covering her phoenix eyes, revealing only her perfectly lined jaw and a pair of cool red lips.
Her long hair was tied into a neat ponytail at the back of her head, with a few strands of hair falling beside her cheeks, adding a touch of unruly charm.
If her sister Leng Yaozhu is the elegant and quiet snow lotus under the moonlight, then Leng Yulai is the mandala that sways gracefully in the dark night, carrying fatal temptation and evil power.
That boldness, mixed with the unique charm of a mature woman, is enough to make anyone look at her sideways.
She casually closed the car door, her gaze fixed through her sunglasses on a spot not far ahead. A middle-aged man, dressed in a neatly tailored dark grey suit and meticulously combed hair, with a refined yet shrewd expression, was already waiting there. He wore a perfectly tailored, businesslike smile.
"I'm here. Where are your things?" Leng Yulai went straight to the point without any greetings.
The middle-aged man in a suit smiled, bowed slightly without being servile or arrogant, and held up a jade box emitting a soft ice-blue halo in his hand:
"Here, beautiful lady, there is a hundred thousand year old ice-attributed treasure, the Eight Aniseed Mysterious Ice Grass. This is the most suitable immortal grass-level treasure."
"Freshly taken from the deepest part of the Ice and Fire Secret Realm, quality is absolutely guaranteed. Please test..."
He hasn't finished speaking yet.
Leng Yulai's sunglasses suddenly turned to a shadowy corner deep in the factory, and his voice suddenly rose, carrying a fierce murderous aura:
"Who? Get out!"
"As expected of the Dark Phoenix Douluo of the Spirit Pagoda, your perception is truly terrifyingly sharp. Even my breath-concealing skills cannot be hidden from you."
An old but powerful voice sounded.
There was a hint of approval in his tone, but more of it was a cold chill.
In the shadows, an old man dressed in plain gray cloth, short and sturdy, with deep wrinkles on his face, walked out slowly, leaning on an inconspicuous ebony cane.
Each step he took seemed gentle, but it seemed to carry a tremendous amount of gravity, causing the entire empty factory to tremble slightly.
Leng Yulai's pupils shrank slightly, and the look behind his sunglasses instantly became extremely solemn. He spoke the other person's name word by word:
"You are... the seventh elder of the Haotian Sect?"
Her heart sank.
The nine elders of Haotian Sect are all three-character battle armor masters above level ninety-five.
In addition, the Haotian Sect is the most loyal ally of the Tang Sect. The appearance of their elders here means something that goes without saying.
"Haha, what else can I do here?" The Seventh Elder smiled coldly, his cloudy eyes gleaming with murderous intent. "Of course... I'm going to take down a minion of the Spirit Pagoda like you."
"Catch me? Just you?" Leng Yulai sneered, and the aura around him began to rise steadily, and the dark breath spread like sticky ink.
"Of course he's not the only one." A cold female voice came from behind Leng Yulai.
The space rippled like water waves, and an old woman wearing a silver-white robe and with an elegant and noble temperament appeared out of thin air.
It was Cai Yue'er, the elder of Sea God Pavilion of Shrek Academy.
"Leng Yulai, I told you, we'll see."
Cai Yue'er looked at Leng Yulai and laughed.
Then, a roar filled with endless hatred exploded like thunder:
"Leng Yulai, I heard that it was you who saved that little bastard Lu Jun?"
"In that case, I will start with you, and then kill Lu Jun to pay for my son's life!"
Violent thunder tore through the air. Yu Luohui from the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family had red eyes and looked like a madman. He swooped down from the sky with earth-shattering lightning.
The middle-aged man from the Tang Sect directly blocked Leng Yulai's retreat, and his aura locked all her space for escape.
Leng Yulai's mood can be said to have hit rock bottom.
Four super Douluo, and three-character battle armor.
From four directions, like four insurmountable mountains, Leng Yulai was trapped in the center.
The terrifying soul power pressure was like a real tsunami, instantly filling the entire abandoned factory, and the air seemed to solidify.
The dust and gravel on the ground were swept up by an invisible force, forming a huge vortex.
Leng Yulai judged that the four of them were roughly between level 95 and 97.
Among them, Yu Luohui is the strongest, followed by the seventh elder of Haotian Sect.
The soul power of both of them is probably at level ninety-seven.
On the same level as me...
Faced with this desperate situation that was enough to make any Super Douluo despair, Leng Yulai not only did not show the slightest fear, but instead burst into an extremely wild laugh.
"Hahaha!"
She suddenly pulled off her sunglasses and threw them to the ground. The delicate lenses shattered instantly. Her phoenix eyes were burning with crazy fighting spirit and arrogance that looked down on the world.
The black windbreaker on his body rustled in the wind, and the next moment, a dark aura as pure to the extreme, as if coming from the Nine Netherworld Purgatory, burst out with a terrifying high temperature that could burn everything.
"Bah!"
A phoenix cry that pierced through gold and split rocks, filled with endless majesty and aura of destruction, resounded through the sky.
An enormous dark phoenix shadow, its entire body burning with deep purple-black flames, rose into the sky from behind Leng Yulai.
The phoenix spread its wings, covering the sky and the sun, and the purple-black flames flowed like boiling magma. Wherever it passed, space was distorted, steel melted, and the ground instantly turned into charred glass.
The terrifying purple-black flame field instantly swept across the entire venue, and the temperature soared at an alarming rate, even the air seemed to be on fire.
"Four three-character battle armor masters? What a big deal." Leng Yulai's voice echoed in the phoenix cry, with an almost crazy excitement and cold sarcasm, "Since that's the case, let's give it a try!"
She stood proudly under the protection of the Dark Phoenix, like a flame queen descending to earth. Her gaze swept over the four powerful enemies, and every word she spoke was like a flaming meteorite hitting everyone's heart:
"Let's see if you can leave me in this ruin, or if you... die first and I take some of you down with me!"