Douluo: Summon the God and Demon Li Xin, Thousand Flows Tremble

Chapter 212 Defeat Bibi Dong, Qian Daoliu appears! The power of the six-winged angel!

Bibi Dong clenched her teeth, her eyes bloodshot, and the roar of unwillingness stuck in her throat but she was unable to shout it out, and finally turned into a bitter smile:
"I lost."

The ambitions I once had were shattered into pieces at this moment, and the condescending attitude is now gone.

Ju Douluo's face was filled with disbelief. He stood there blankly, the martial spirit in his hand dimming a little: "Your Holiness the Pope."

Hu Liena covered her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes, and the pillar of support in her heart seemed to collapse in an instant: "Teacher..."

The people behind them looked at each other in bewilderment, and there was dead silence, as if time had frozen at this moment, and no one could accept the cruel reality before them.

Bibi Dong’s defeat had a huge impact on the Spirit Hall’s army!
The defenders on the Jialing Pass city wall looked nervous, with anxiety and fear spreading in their eyes.

The originally high morale now quickly weakened like a deflated ball.

At Jialing Pass, the enemy's morale was greatly boosted and their shouts of killing shook the earth.

They rushed towards the city gate like a tide, and their attack became increasingly fierce, as if they wanted to flatten this mighty pass in one fell swoop.

Inside the city, the Spirit Hall generals were extremely anxious and hastily deployed troops to try to resist the enemy's attack.

But Bibi Dong's defeat made them lose their backbone, and their command seemed somewhat chaotic and disorderly.

In the flames of war, the fate of Jialing Pass was like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time. At this critical moment of life and death, the people in the city could only fight to the death and pray for a miracle to happen.

At the critical moment when Jialing Pass was about to be breached by Xuanyong’s army, a ray of angelic holy light descended.

The light was dazzling, like a ray of hope, instantly illuminating the entire battlefield.

A powerful and sacred aura spread out in the holy light, shocking everyone.

"How can we allow you to run wild on the territory of the Spirit Hall?"

The divine music sounds like thunder!

The enemy army, which was originally so aggressive, paused briefly under the illumination of this holy light, and a trace of fear rose in their hearts involuntarily.

The defenders on the city wall opened their eyes wide, with expressions of surprise and expectation on their faces, as if they had seen the last straw of life in this desperate moment.

“Is this holy light a great offering?”

"The great priest is here!"

Everyone looked up.

Sure enough, I saw the light in the void!

Qian Daoliu is tall and straight, like a towering mountain, giving people an unshakable sense of oppression.

His face was resolute, and his features seemed to be carefully carved, with every contour revealing the majesty accumulated over the years.

A pair of sword-like eyebrows slanted into his temples, and the slightly upturned corners of his eyes revealed sharpness and courage.

His eyes were as deep as the abyss, and endless holy flames seemed to be burning in his golden pupils, making people dare not look him in the eye, for fear of being burned by the scorching light.

Under the high nose bridge, the thin lips were tightly pursed with a hint of barely perceptible coldness.

The long golden hair fluttered in the wind like a flowing galaxy, and every strand of hair sparkled with divine light.

His forehead is broad and inlaid with a mysterious golden rune, which adds a touch of mystery and nobility.

She was wearing a gorgeous golden robe with exquisite angel patterns embroidered on it. When it danced in the wind, it seemed as if an angel was leaping in it.

The appearance of Qian Daoliu gave great morale to everyone in the Spirit Hall.

Golden Crocodile Douluo was so excited that his whole body was shaking. His originally tense face instantly relaxed, his eyes flashed with fanaticism, and he shouted loudly: "The Great Priest has arrived, we will win!" Bibi Dong's pale face also flushed, and her tired eyes rekindled a spark of hope. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw in the dark: "Is he finally here?"

The other people in the Spirit Hall were cheering and their excited shouts resounded through the sky.

They waved their weapons, their morale instantly reaching its peak, their previous fear and despair swept away, and they firmly believed that under the leadership of Qian Daoliu, they would be able to turn the tide of the battle and achieve ultimate victory.

"Seraphim Martial Spirit, open!"

Qian Daoliu raised one hand!
The soul power surged, and the holy light instantly shone out like a vast and scorching sun!

It is a transcendental existence, as if it is a mark left by gods in the world.

It radiates brilliant golden light all over, which is soft yet extremely penetrating, as if it can illuminate the darkest corners of the world.

Six pairs of snow-white wings, each pair is broad and plump, with feathers neatly arranged and gleaming with a velvety luster.

The wings fluttered gently, bringing with them a sacred aura, as if a breeze was blowing on your face, yet it contained infinite power.

The angel's body is tall and upright, with graceful and smooth lines, exuding a noble and inviolable temperament.

The facial features are clear and perfect, and the eyes are like two shining stars, deep and bright, revealing endless wisdom and majesty.

His lips were slightly raised, with a faint smile, as if he had compassion and mercy for all things in the world.

On top of its head, there is a ring shining with golden light, like a sacred crown, symbolizing supreme authority.

The entire martial soul is surrounded by a faint golden halo, which is like a dream, making people yearn for it and feel awe at the same time.

With the release of the martial spirit.

Qian Daoliu stood proudly in the air, and the powerful aura of the ninety-nine-level Extreme Douluo rolled around like a surging wave.

His eyes were cold and majestic, as if he could see through everything.

Under this pressure, the faces of the soldiers of the Xuanyong army turned pale in an instant.

The pressure of Qian Daoliu's holy light was too strong, causing the soldiers' minds to waver!
"Guangming, why did you appear in the Spirit Hall?"

"Don't we have the Saints and the Goddess of War? We should be the side of justice!"

Panic spread quickly among the army like a plague. Their bodies began to tremble involuntarily, and the hands holding their weapons also began to tremble slightly.

The originally neat formation became chaotic, and some timid soldiers even began to retreat involuntarily.

The generals shouted at the top of their lungs, trying to stabilize the morale of the troops, but in the face of Qian Daoliu's overwhelming pressure, their efforts seemed so pale and powerless.

The entire Xuanyong army was shrouded in an atmosphere of despair, as if facing an insurmountable mountain. The courage and fighting spirit in their hearts were gradually being worn away.

Athena frowned, her beautiful face full of worry and seriousness.

"Ninety-nine level Extreme Douluo. I just fought with Bibi Dong. I'm afraid I can't handle him!"

Her eyes were fixed on Qian Daoliu, and she was thinking quickly about how to deal with the situation.

The expressions of several Saints were tense as well, and their usually firm eyes now showed a hint of uneasiness.

They knew very well how powerful Qian Daoliu was, and the difficulty of this battle was far beyond their imagination.

Houyi gritted his teeth and clenched his fists unconsciously. Beads of sweat oozed out of Bodhidharma's forehead. Zhang Liang's eyes were cold, but he could not hide his inner tension.

But they still stood firmly beside Athena, ready to face the great challenges that were about to come.

(End of this chapter)