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

But how could Ghost Shadow Douluo give up so easily? His eyes widened, his eyeballs seemingly about to pop out of their sockets.

Veins bulged on his forehead, each one protruding like a writhing earthworm, as he frantically channeled his soul power once more.

His meridians were all prominent due to the excessive output of soul power, and the sight was quite terrifying.

He attempted to enhance the power of this ninth soul skill, hoping to turn the tide of the battle.

However, Tang Lan's Overlord Wind-Devouring Thrust became increasingly powerful, its light growing brighter and brighter, like a supernova exploding, so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it.

The resulting wind pressure caused the surrounding ground to crack, and huge fissures spread rapidly like a dense spider web.

The bottomless crack seemed to conceal endless darkness.

The rubble was whipped up by an astonishing force, flying wildly through the air, colliding and rubbing against each other.

It burst forth with dazzling sparks and emitted a crackling, deafening sound.

The entire battlefield was in ruins, as if it had experienced a devastating apocalypse, leaving it scarred and devastated.

The once solid ground became pitted and uneven, with dust flying everywhere and blurring visibility.

"Break it for me!"

Tang Lan roared, his voice like a thunderous war drum, shaking the very soul of everyone present. (End of Chapter)

Chapter 805 The Title Douluo's Plea for Help

With Tang Lan's roar, the Overlord Wind-Eating Thorn erupted with light.

Like a blazing sun exploding in an instant, it releases incomparably dazzling light and extremely hot energy.

The light swept away the black ghostly figures with overwhelming force, instantly dispersing them. The ghostly figures, illuminated by the light...

Like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun, they quickly melted away, turning into wisps of black smoke that dissipated into the void.

Upon seeing this, Ghost Shadow Douluo's face turned extremely ugly. His features were twisted together with extreme shock and anger, making him look ferocious and terrifying.

He never expected that Tang Lan's second soul skill would have such astonishing power, capable of contending with his ninth soul skill, which he had always been proud of and considered to be of unparalleled power.

The onlookers were all deeply shocked by Tang Lan's unimaginably powerful strength.

For a moment, the battlefield fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, their eyes seemingly about to pop out of their sockets, their mouths agape, as if they had been frozen in place.

Staring blankly at Tang Lan,

My heart was filled with awe and admiration for him, and I was unable to come back to my senses for a long time.

Star Douluo's eyes widened, filled with disbelief.

His eyes looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets, his mouth was slightly open, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

He looked like a petrified sculpture.

Ghost Scythe Douluo's hands trembled uncontrollably, the trembling growing more and more intense, as if it were out of his control.

He murmured to himself:

"This...this is impossible...this is completely beyond my imagination, it's simply unbelievable."

Tang Ya covered her mouth, her eyes glistening with tears of excitement and surprise.

Her voice trembled with emotion, even carrying a hint of a sob:

"Tang Lan... he is so powerful... I never thought he could have such amazing strength."

Ma Xiaotao's eyes were filled with fervent adoration.

That gaze was like a burning flame, intense and fiery.

She clenched her fists tightly, the veins on her arms bulging, and shouted:

"Tang Lan, you are our hero! You are our eternal pride!"

Her voice echoed across the battlefield, filled with boundless passion.

Jiang Nannan stared blankly at Tang Lan, her expression still frozen on that terrifying moment.

She couldn't recover for a long time. Her lips trembled slightly, and she murmured softly:

"Is this Tang Lan's strength...? This is incredible... This is simply extraordinary power, unbelievable."

A surprised smile bloomed on Yu'er's face, a smile as bright and beautiful as a flower in spring.

She jumped up excitedly, waving her hands in the air and shouting:

"I knew Brother Tang Lan could do it! He never lets us down!"

Ice Bear Douluo and Time Douluo exchanged a glance, both seeing deep shock in each other's eyes.

Ice Bear Douluo couldn't help but sigh:

"This child's future is limitless, and he will surely become famous throughout the continent! His talent and potential are simply rare in the world. If he is given more training, he will definitely become a legend."

Time Douluo nodded slightly, his gaze never leaving Tang Lan, his eyes filled with expectation and approval:

"His performance today is enough to prove his talent and potential. Given time, he will surely stand at the pinnacle of this continent and become a figure admired by all."

Tang Lan, wielding the Overlord Spear, launched a final attack on Ghost Shadow Douluo.

His soul power burned like a raging inferno, its surging force seemingly threatening to devour everything around him. His aura was as majestic as the ocean tide, wave after wave. Tang Lan's eyes were as firm as a rock, without the slightest hesitation or retreat; his deep eyes held only unwavering determination and resolve for victory. His steps were steady and powerful, each step seemingly carrying the weight of a thousand pounds, causing a slight tremor in the ground, and tiny cracks appeared and spread outwards.

The Overlord Spear gleamed brilliantly in his hand, a dazzling light like a radiant star descending to earth. Wherever the spear tip pointed, the air was torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound, as if the prelude to death was being played. At the same time, a layer of mysterious runes suddenly appeared on the spear, shining with an eerie light, like an ancient incantation awakening.

As Tang Lan exerted his strength, a burst of scorching flame erupted from the tip of the Overlord Spear. The flames twisted and writhed like a raging dragon, as if they would burn everything to ashes. Wherever the flames passed, the space itself distorted slightly, as if it could not withstand the terrifying heat.

Tang Lan roared, "Ghost Shadow Douluo, today is your end!"

The sound was like thunder, resounding through the sky and making everyone's eardrums buzz.

He flashed and instantly transformed into a streak of light, moving at such extreme speed that he left behind a series of afterimages.

They sped toward Ghost Shadow Douluo, and wherever they passed, the wind howled and sand and stones flew.

Upon seeing this, Ghost Shadow Douluo's face revealed an expression of despair and fear.

His expression was contorted beyond recognition, his eyes filled with terror.

But he still tried to put up a final resistance, which was his last bit of dignity and stubbornness as a Douluo.

He desperately mobilized the little soul power he had left in his body, which was as weak and unstable as a candle flickering in the wind.

His hands trembled as he tried to conjure a defensive shield to withstand Tang Lan's thunderous attack.

However, Tang Lan's attack was unstoppable.

The Overlord Spear, carrying invincible power, pierced straight towards Ghost Shadow Douluo.

The power contained in the spear tip seemed capable of piercing through everything, and the immense pressure made it almost impossible for Ghost Shadow Douluo to breathe.

The scorching flames instantly engulfed Ghost Shadow Douluo's defensive shield. Under the burning heat of the flames, the shield melted away instantly, like thin ice meeting the blazing sun.

At this critical moment, the atmosphere on the battlefield was extremely tense. Everyone held their breath and stared intently at this moment that would determine the outcome.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and the whole world seemed to consist only of Tang Lan and Ghost Shadow Douluo.

Ghost Shadow Douluo stared in terror at Tang Lan, who was hurtling towards him with earth-shattering force.

He desperately pleaded for help from Ghost Scythe Douluo and Star Douluo:

"Help me! Help me! I don't want to die!"

His voice was filled with fear and despair, trembling and choked with sobs, as if it were the last cry squeezed out from the depths of his soul.

His former arrogance had vanished, replaced by endless panic.

The arrogance and conceit of the past were gone from his eyes; only a deep fear of death remained. (End of Chapter)

Chapter 806 Insurmountable Strength

Ghost Shadow Douluo's body trembled incessantly, as if being sieved, and even his voice became broken and hoarse.

"Please, please save me! I really don't want to die like this!"

Ghost Shadow Douluo continued to wail, his voice filled with pleading and helplessness.

His face was as pale as paper, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He looked extremely disheveled, completely lacking the dignity and demeanor he had as a Douluo powerhouse.

The muscles on Ghost Scythe Douluo's face twitched violently incessantly, each muscle twitching involuntarily, as if performing a frenzied dance.

His eyes were wide open, filled with deep disbelief and extreme hesitation, and he stammered incoherently:

"This...how is this possible?"

"Ghost Shadow Douluo! He's a figure feared throughout the Soul Master world. How could he be driven to such a desperate and wretched state by a mere second-ring Soul Master, and even send us such a desperate plea for help?"

"This is simply a fantastical fairy tale, a scene I never even imagined in my life!"

Star Douluo's face instantly turned deathly pale, completely devoid of color.

He shook his head violently and frantically, as if he had suffered a huge blow, and his whole body trembled.

His voice trembled like a candle flickering in the wind, and he stammered:

"I can't believe my eyes!"

"Ghost Shadow Douluo is a Title Douluo, a top-tier powerhouse in the Soul Master world who is renowned and feared by all."

"He has experienced countless battles and defeated countless powerful enemies. How could he be so easily defeated and powerless against a mere second-ring Great Soul Master today?"

"This completely overturned my deep-rooted understanding of the power levels of Soul Masters, and shattered my definition and imagination of the strong!"

Star Douluo's brows were tightly furrowed, the lines so deep they looked as if they could trap a fly.

His eyes were filled with deep confusion and constant contemplation:

"No matter what, we cannot stand by and watch someone die."

"The situation at hand is far too complicated and unpredictable. Tang Lan's information is completely inconsistent with what we have received."

"To think they could force the powerful Ghost Shadow Douluo into such a desperate and miserable situation."

Ghost Scythe Douluo gripped his ghost scythe tightly, with such force that...