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Tang Lan roared, a sound that seemed to pierce the clouds and shatter the heavens.

His figure shot towards Ghost Shadow Douluo like lightning in an instant, so fast that he left only a blur in the air.

As Tang Lan wielded the Overlord Spear, the spear shone with a dazzling light, as bright as the blazing sun, making it impossible to look directly at it.

Wherever the spear tip passed, it tore through the space, creating tiny cracks, and pierced towards Ghost Shadow Douluo with a world-destroying force.

Ghost Shadow Douluo stared wide-eyed in terror, his pupils filled with fear and despair.

He tried to dodge the fatal blow, but his injuries were too severe, and his movements were already slow.

They could only watch helplessly as the spear tip drew ever closer.

Tang Lan intended to kill Ghost Shadow Douluo.

at this time,

A sudden, violent surge of soul power erupted from the sky, like a surging, powerful wave.

One wave after another impacted the hearts of everyone present.

Then,

A group of figures appeared as if by magic.

Their arrival instantly shattered the previously tense but relatively balanced situation.

It turned out that a large group of Soul Douluos and Soul Saints from the Holy Spirit Cult and the Four Great Empires had appeared.

They stood densely packed in the air, their sheer number dazzling.

They loomed over the sky like a dark cloud, their powerful auras intertwining to create a suffocating pressure.

They surrounded Tang Lan and the others, forming a tight encirclement that resembled an impregnable city wall.

Everyone's face carried a chilling aura.

It was a resolute expression, one of someone who had been through countless battles and was ready to die for their cause.

Among them, one of the leading Soul Douluos of the Holy Spirit Cult shouted loudly:

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"Do not harm any of my followers! Otherwise, you will all die a horrible death!"

His voice was like a resounding bell, echoing in the sky and making people's eardrums ache.

His face was covered with hideous lines, the result of long-term practice of evil arts, making him a fearsome sight.

The Contras of the four great empires also shouted in unison:

"You will not get away with this today! Opposing us means certain death!"

Their voices were unified, filled with threats and intimidation.

They were clad in the magnificent armor of their respective empires, the runes on which shimmered with a mysterious light, displaying their nobility and power.

Upon seeing this, Tang Lan frowned deeply, her two sword-like eyebrows seemingly about to twist together.

But he gripped the Overlord Spear in his hand even tighter, so tight that his knuckles turned white from the force.

He glanced around, his gaze as cold as snow, and sneered:

"You think you can stop me? You're overestimating yourselves!"

His voice was full of disdain and contempt, as if these powerful enemies in front of him were nothing more than a rabble in his eyes.

Star Douluo and Ghost Scythe Douluo took the opportunity to retreat into the crowd, revealing smug smiles on their faces.

Star Douluo, panting heavily, said, "Hmph, let's see how long this kid can be so arrogant."

His eyes gleamed with schadenfreude, as if he could already foresee the tragic end that Tang Lan was about to face.

Ghost Scythe Douluo chimed in, "With so many experts here, he has no chance of escape! He's doomed this time."

The Holy Spirit Cult's Soul Douluo glared angrily, his eyes seemingly spitting fire:

"Arrogant brat, today we'll show you our power! We'll teach you what it means to be outmatched and to be truly capable!"

He formed a hand seal, and a black soul force condensed into a giant skull in front of him, exuding a terrifying aura.

Having said that, all the Soul Douluos and Soul Saints released their Martial Souls and Soul Power.

For a time,

The sky was ablaze with light, the multicolored rays intertwining to create a magnificent yet terrifying scene.

Soul power raged, and the wind howled, as if it would tear this world apart.

A more intense and brutal battle is about to break out.

Tang Ya, Jiang Nannan, Ma Xiaotao, and the others saw so many people from the Holy Spirit Cult and the Four Great Empires appear.

His expression changed slightly in an instant.

His already tense expression was now filled with worry and panic.

They knew that the Holy Spirit Cult and the four great empires had sent people, but they hadn't expected so many experts to come.

And each one exuded such a powerful and heart-stopping aura!

Tang Ya's small hands gripped the hem of her dress tightly, making it crumpled and wrinkled.

His voice trembled slightly, almost uncontrollably.

"What are we going to do? They outnumber us and are all highly skilled. What are we going to do? This is a nightmare!"

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Jiang Nannan bit her lip, leaving a faint white mark, but her eyes remained resolute as she said:

"No matter what, we cannot back down; we must stand with Tang Lan through thick and thin!"

"Even if we die in battle, we must never lose our dignity and courage!"

Ma Xiaotao took a deep breath, trying to calm her wildly beating heart, and forced herself to remain composed, saying:

"Don't be afraid, everyone. The more critical the moment, the calmer we need to be."

"Let's assess the situation first, adapt accordingly, and find the enemy's weaknesses."

Ice Bear Douluo, Time Douluo, and Falling Sword Soul Douluo all wore solemn expressions, their brows furrowed tightly.

They knew that this battle would be extremely difficult, and might even be a life-or-death struggle.

Ice Bear Douluo said in a deep voice, "Everyone, be careful and don't act rashly. Only by protecting yourselves will you have a chance to fight back."

His deep voice carried a hint of seriousness and caution.

Time Douluo's gaze slowly swept over the crowd, his eyes filled with encouragement and hope, and he slowly said:

"As long as we are united, trust each other, and cooperate with each other, we may not be without the ability to fight."

"The enemy may be strong, but we are not to be trifled with!"

Sword-Falling Soul Douluo gripped his sword tightly, the blade trembling slightly from his excessive force. His soul power surged like a tide as he shouted:

"Let's fight! At worst, we'll die, but we'll be heroes again in eighteen years!"

Meanwhile, the Holy Spirit Cult and the people of the four great empires began to press forward step by step.

With each step they took forward, the immense pressure felt like Mount Tai pressing down on them, making it almost impossible for them to breathe.

Tang Lan's eyes were like torches, two burning flames, sharply scanning the surrounding enemies.

His soul power surged once more, shining brightly like a blazing sun, ready to face this incredibly brutal battle.

The gloomy sky was filled with dark clouds, making it almost impossible to breathe.

A fierce wind swept across the entire battlefield, raising clouds of dust.

"No one can stop me today!"

Tang Lan stood tall and roared loudly.

The sound was like rolling thunder, booming across the vast天地 (heaven and earth), carrying a magnificent momentum that seemed to pierce the heavens and an unparalleled firm determination.

His face was slightly contorted with extreme anger, and his eyes burned with rage.

It seemed as if it wanted to burn away all obstacles in its path. (End of Chapter)