Douluo Continent: Become stronger by stealing Tang San's luck

That immense power caused the earth to groan in pain.

His imposing figure was like a cannonball, charging towards Ghost Scythe Douluo with unstoppable momentum.

His speed was as fast as lightning; wherever he passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

His eyes were wide open, burning with a fierce rage, as if he wanted to incinerate Ghost Scythe Douluo and turn him to ashes.

As he charged, the surrounding air hissed and crackled from the force of his charge.

This created visible vortexes of airflow.

Those vortexes were like the gaping maws of demons, trying to devour everything.

Ice Bear Douluo roared, his voice booming like thunder.

His thick arms were raised high, muscles taut, as if forged from steel.

His clenched fist, carrying an overwhelming force, slammed down fiercely towards Ghost Scythe Douluo.

The power contained in that fist seemed capable of destroying a mountain.

At the same time, Ice Bear Douluo's first spirit ring lit up, its brilliant light shining like a blazing sun, instantly illuminating the dark battlefield.

The light was so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it, as if the radiance of a god had descended to earth.

The light contained boundless power and majesty, making it impossible to look directly at.

It's as if just one glance would be enough to be swallowed by its power.

Immediately afterwards, a surge of powerful soul energy erupted from the soul ring and rapidly poured into Ice Bear Douluo's body.

His muscles bulged instantly, veins popping out, as if trying to break free of his skin, revealing a terrifying power beyond that of ordinary people.

At this moment, Ice Bear Douluo was like an ancient war god descending, exuding an unparalleled aura.

His presence seemed to symbolize victory, instilling fear in the enemy and making them hesitate to advance.

"Leave this Ice Bear Douluo to me!"

Ghost Scythe Douluo snorted coldly.

His sinister eyes revealed a resolute and ruthless determination.

Suddenly, his third spirit ring lit up, its light like a ghostly fire from the deepest abyss, eerie and sinister.

"Third Soul Skill, Ghost Scythe Slash!"

He roared, his voice filled with boundless killing intent.

at the same time,

The demon scythe in his hand was instantly enveloped in a dense, dark green light.

A faint, eerie wail could be heard emanating from within the light, sending chills down one's spine.

Ghost Scythe Douluo gripped the long handle of the Ghost Scythe tightly with both hands and raised it high.

As he moved, the surrounding air seemed to be distorted by this evil power, forming visible ripples.

He swung his ghost scythe fiercely, and a huge, dark green scythe blade shot out from the sky, carrying an aura of destruction as it hurtled toward Ice Bear Douluo.

Wherever the scythe passed, space was torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound, as if it were about to split the entire world in two.

Strange runes flickered on the scythe blade.

It exudes a nauseatingly evil aura, like a death blade summoned from the depths of hell, ready to devour Ice Bear Douluo completely.

"What an evil power! I feel like my soul is being devoured."

Tang Ya stared at the ghostly scythe that emitted an eerie light, her voice trembling and her heart pounding.

Her face turned ashen instantly, and her eyes were filled with fear and unease.

Jiang Nannan and Yu'er nodded, their bodies trembling slightly, the power making them very uncomfortable.

Jiang Nannan bit her lip tightly, her brows furrowed, and said:

"This power is terrifying, giving people a sense of despair from which they cannot resist."

Yu'er crossed her arms over her chest, seemingly trying to find some security, her voice trembling with a hint of a sob:

"I have never seen such an evil force before. I feel like it is going to crush me."

Ma Xiaotao reacted better than the others, but her expression also turned serious when faced with Ghost Scythe Douluo's terrifying soul skill.

She took a deep breath, trying to remain calm, her hands unconsciously clenching into fists, and said:

"Everyone be careful, this is definitely not something we can handle easily."

Tang Lan then gracefully flicked her sleeve.

A gentle force, like a warm spring breeze, slowly and soothingly enveloped the four women.

That power was as gentle as a thin veil, yet it contained a steadfast sense of protection, thread by thread, dense and continuous.

The four women immediately felt a sense of relief throughout their bodies.

It was as if the heavy shackles that had been binding him had suddenly shattered.

The oppressive feeling and discomfort brought by the previous evil force vanished instantly like smoke. (End of Chapter)

Chapter 793 Three Title Douluos

Their bodies, which had been tense like bowstrings, gradually relaxed, and their furrowed brows slowly unfurled.

The fear and tension on their faces gradually faded, replaced by a sense of peace and tranquility.

"Don't worry, with me here, this force won't affect you."

Tang Lan's voice was gentle yet firm, like the melodious and deep tolling of a bell echoing softly in the ears of the four women.

Like a stabilizing force, it instantly calmed the four women's panicked hearts.

His eyes were filled with care and protectiveness; his gaze was warm and focused, inspiring immense trust and reliance.

At this moment, Tang Lan's figure appeared incredibly majestic, like a towering mountain.

It seemed to be able to shelter the four women from the wind and rain, protect them from all evil and danger in the world, and become their most solid support.

At this moment, the collision between Ice Bear Douluo and Ghost Scythe Douluo was like the violent collision of two brilliant comets, shocking people and changing the color of the heavens and earth.

The surrounding air currents surged wildly, forming gusts of violent whirlwinds.

Ice Bear Douluo's eyes were wide open, burning with fierce battle flames that seemed to want to incinerate everything.

His fifth spirit ring suddenly shone brightly, its light as dazzling as falling stars, brilliant yet filled with boundless pressure.

"Fifth Soul Skill, Ice Bear Roar!"

He roared to the sky, a sound that seemed to come from an ancient behemoth, carrying a world-destroying aura.

A powerful sound wave spread wildly outwards from him, reaching everything in its path.

The air instantly froze into ice, forming incredibly sharp ice blades.

These ice blades, gleaming with a cold light, rained down upon Ghost Scythe Douluo like a storm.

Wherever it passed, it carved out tiny cracks in the space.

The ice blades whistled through the air, emitting a sharp, chilling sound.

Ghost Scythe Douluo snorted coldly, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

That gaze was like that of a demon from the deepest abyss, sending chills down one's spine.

His seventh spirit ring shone brightly, like a black sun, exuding a sinister and terrifying aura.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Demon Scythe True Form!"

His body instantly merged with the demon scythe in his hand, transforming into a massive black shadow.

The light and shadow were eerie and sinister, as if they were demons that had escaped from hell.

In the interplay of light and shadow, the ghostly scythe swung, stirring up gusts of eerie, chilling wind that sliced ​​through everything around it like sharp blades.

The demonic scythe clashed with the ice blade, producing a piercing clang.

Sparks flew everywhere, like dazzling fireworks, yet filled with the aura of death.

Each collision generated powerful energy fluctuations that spread outwards.

The surrounding rocks and trees shattered and collapsed under the impact of this energy.

Ice Bear Douluo's steps were as steady as a mountain.

With each step, the ground trembled violently.

It seemed as if they could not bear his heavy strength.

He suddenly swung his strong arms, and his second spirit ring lit up, its light like molten lava.

"Second Soul Skill, Ice Bear Strike!"

His fists, imbued with immense force, seemed capable of shattering towering mountains, as they slammed fiercely towards the shadowy figure of Ghost Scythe Douluo.

The force of the punch whistled through the air, leaving a trail of wind in its wake.

The air was compressed, producing a dull popping sound.

A layer of ice crystals was faintly covering his fist, making his attack even more powerful.

Ghost Scythe Douluo's figure was elusive, as elusive as a ghost.

He dodged Ice Bear Douluo's heavy blow with an uncanny movement technique.

At the same time, he swung his ghost scythe, and his fourth soul ring shone, its light like a ghostly green flame.

"Fourth Soul Skill, Ghost Shadow Scythe!"

Countless black scythe shadows surged towards Ice Bear Douluo from all directions like a tidal wave.

These scythe shadows were sinister and terrifying, carrying a strong aura of death.

Wherever the scythe's shadow passed, space itself began to subtly distort, as if it were about to tear the entire world apart.

Each scythe shadow contains immense destructive power.