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Ice Bear Douluo's bold words were full of domineering spirit, as if he had no fear of the upcoming battle.

The Time Douluo pondered for a moment, his gaze deep and distant, and slowly said:

"We must not underestimate the enemy; we need to plan carefully and formulate a comprehensive countermeasure. The enemy we face may be more cunning and powerful than we imagine."

Tang Lan nodded.

Just as they were discussing, a sinister laugh suddenly came from afar:

"Haha, none of you are getting away today!"

The laughter echoed in the empty space, sounding particularly eerie.

Everyone's expression tightened instantly, their nerves tensed, and the atmosphere became extremely tense.

As that sinister laughter rang out,

A powerful, suffocating aura of evil spread rapidly like a surging, boundless tide.

It seemed as if it wanted to devour everything in the world.

Wherever this evil aura went, even the air seemed to be polluted and murky, making it difficult to breathe.

It felt as if every breath was inhaling endless darkness and fear.

Tang Lan's eyes widened in anger, like torches burning with fury, and she shouted:

"What kind of scoundrel are you, hiding your head and showing your tail!"

His voice, like a thunderclap, exploded in the vast, silent space.

It carries an inviolable majesty and an extreme hatred of evil.

At that moment, a dark figure slowly approached from a distance, his silhouette gradually becoming clearer in the dim light.

His entire body was completely enveloped in thick, inky black mist that churned and surged.

The mist seemed to have a life of its own, churning and swirling wildly, making it impossible to see his face clearly.

All that could be seen were a pair of eyes flashing with a blood-red light.

Those eyes were like will-o'-the-wisps from the depths of hell, radiating a chilling evil and cruelty.

It's as if your soul would be frozen instantly if you were stared at by that gaze.

Tang Ya and the other three unconsciously took a few steps back, their faces as pale as paper, devoid of any color.

Tang Ya's heart was pounding rapidly, the violent beating echoing in her ears like a drumbeat, as if it were about to leap out of her throat at any moment.

Jiang Nannan covered her mouth tightly with both hands, her eyes wide open, trying her best not to scream out of extreme fear.

Yu'er's legs went weak, and her body trembled like a leaf in the autumn wind. She could hardly stand and might collapse to the ground at any moment.

Although Ma Xiaotao tried to remain calm, she gritted her teeth and clenched her fists.

But the panic and fear in her eyes betrayed the deep-seated dread in her heart.

The Sword-Falling Soul Douluo snorted coldly, his voice filled with disdain and anger, as if he were extremely annoyed by the black shadow's pretentious posturing:

"Playing tricks!"

Having said that, an incomparably sharp sword aura roared out from his hand.

The sword energy, like a dazzling silver lightning bolt, shot straight towards the dark figure with a powerful aura capable of tearing through the void and destroying everything.

Wherever it passed, the air was cut and emitted a sharp whistling sound.

The dark figure darted to the side, its movements as light and agile as a ghost.

Without the slightest hesitation, he easily dodged this incredibly powerful attack.

At the same time, a piercing, eerie laugh was emitted:

"Is that all you've got?"

His laughter was sharp and piercing, like a sharp needle stabbing straight into everyone's eardrums, as if it could penetrate their souls.

It sent an indescribable chill down one's spine.

Ice Bear Douluo roared:

"Don't be so arrogant!"

His voice was like a deafening thunderclap, making people's eardrums buzz and their heads spin.

His massive, mountain-like body instantly charged towards the dark figure.

Each step caused the ground to tremble slightly.

It emitted a dull, rumbling sound, as if the earth itself trembled with fear beneath its feet.

The Time Douluo moved his hands, and mysterious, intricate runes shimmered with an eerie light at his fingertips.

Time seemed to slow down around us.

Space itself seemed to be distorted, attempting to restrict the movements of the shadowy figure.

The Sword-Falling Soul Douluo's gaze sharpened, a resolute glint flashing in his eyes, which were like cold stars.

The longsword in his hand shone brightly, its dazzling light like the blazing sun in the sky, and the sound of its sword echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

The voice was clear and resonant, as if declaring his resolve to the enemy.

He flashed forward like a bolt of lightning piercing the night sky, rushing towards the shadowy figure with such speed that it was a blur before one's eyes.

The dark figure snorted coldly, its voice filled with disdain and mockery.

With a flick of his wrists, the black energy instantly transformed into countless sharp blades, which rained down on the Falling Sword Soul Douluo.

These blades gleamed with an eerie light, exuding a chilling aura of evil.

The Sword Soul Douluo brandished his longsword, creating a dense, impenetrable sword curtain with countless sword shadows.

Each collision between the blade and the sword curtain unleashed a dazzling light and powerful energy fluctuations, distorting and deforming the surrounding air.

Sparks flew everywhere, like dazzling fireworks, yet filled with deadly danger.

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"Watch me break your evil magic!"

The Sword-Falling Soul Douluo roared, his voice filled with anger and majesty.

His swordplay suddenly changed, becoming even more fierce and ruthless.

Each sword strike carried the power to split mountains and shatter rocks.

He unleashed a set of exquisite swordsmanship, the sword shadows overlapping and weaving into a dazzling net that enveloped the shadowy figure.

The sword shadows were ever-changing, dazzling and elusive.

The dark figure dodged left and right, its movements unpredictable.

His eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he muttered incantations as the dark energy surged ever more violently.

The Fallen Sword Soul Douluo fought with increasing ferocity, the light on his sword growing ever stronger, like a blazing sun, as if to completely dispel the boundless darkness.

Each of his sword strikes contained powerful soul force and unwavering will; every swing carried an indomitable momentum, determined to defeat the shadow.

His forehead veins bulged, and sweat poured down like rain, but his eyes remained unwavering, showing no sign of backing down.

The shadowy figure suddenly burst into maniacal laughter: "You think you can defeat me like this? How naive!"

The laughter was sharp and piercing, as if it could penetrate one's soul.

After saying that, an even more powerful dark force erupted from his body, a force like a black tidal wave, surging and turbulent.

The Fallen Sword Soul Douluo was instantly forced back several steps by this force, his feet leaving two deep marks on the ground.

The Fallen Sword Soul Douluo steadied himself, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, the blood standing out starkly against his resolute face.

But his gaze remained unwavering, without the slightest fear or hesitation.

He charged at the shadowy figure again, sword in hand, his posture upright, like an indomitable war god. (End of Chapter)