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

Its claws, like sharp blades, sliced ​​through the sky.

The howling wind whipped up dust and fallen leaves, forming a terrifying barrier.

Huo Yuhao watched anxiously from the side, his heart pounding in his chest.

His eyes were fixed on the battlefield, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms without him even noticing.

He knew full well what the outcome of this battle meant for them; if Tang Lan lost, they would likely be plunged into an abyss of no return.

"Bang!"

The spear tip collided with the claw, producing a tremendous sound, like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting open.

The powerful impact caused the surrounding ground to cave in instantly.

A huge crater was formed, and the surrounding trees fell down, with soil and rocks flying everywhere.

"Red King, you are no match for me! Get out of my way!"

Tang Lan roared loudly, his voice filled with domineering power and confidence.

Veins bulged on his forehead, and his eyes burned with a fierce fighting spirit.

His soul power surged wildly throughout his body, continuously pouring into the Overlord Spear, attempting to defeat the Crimson King in one fell swoop.

The Crimson King was stunned by Tang Lan's powerful aura, and his body paused slightly.

But it quickly rallied, and its three heads roared in unison:

"Arrogant human, you think you can make me back down? Don't even think about it!"

Its massive claws exerted force again, locked in a stalemate with Tang Lan's Overlord Spear.

Huo Yuhao watched anxiously from the side, constantly looking around, fearing that other soul beasts might come running at the sound.

Sweat streamed down his face, and he couldn't help but shout, "Senior Tang Lan, let's finish this quickly!"

Upon hearing this, Tang Lan gritted her teeth and suddenly increased her soul power output. The Overlord Spear shone brightly, and a powerful force erupted instantly.

Unable to withstand this force, the Crimson King staggered back a few steps.

However, the Crimson King did not give up. Its scales stood on end, and it spewed out a cloud of black smoke that quickly spread out, attempting to distract Tang Lan's vision.

Tang Lan remained unmoved. Relying on his keen senses, he thrust his spear at the Crimson King once more. Wherever the spear tip passed, the smoke dissipated.

Seeing that things were not going well, the Red King suddenly turned around and fled into the depths of the forest.

Just as Tang Lan was about to give chase, Huo Yuhao quickly stopped him, saying, "Senior, don't pursue a cornered enemy. We've already gotten ourselves into a lot of trouble; it's best to leave quickly."

Tang Lan glanced at Wang Dong, who was still absorbing the spirit ring, but ultimately did not pursue the matter further.

His eyes were filled with conflict and helplessness. His knuckles turned white from gripping the Overlord Spear so tightly, but he was really worried about Wang Dong's safety.

However, it was absolutely impossible for him to let the Crimson King leave and watch the Three-Eyed Golden Lion slip away from him.

The anger in his heart was still burning fiercely, and his desire for the Three-Eyed Golden Lion made it impossible for him to give up easily.

A sharp beam of light shot out from the Overlord Spear, flashing like lightning across the dark forest, causing branches and leaves to break and fall wherever it passed.

Then it landed on the fleeing Red King, who let out a painful roar.

Many of its scales were shattered by the light, and blood gushed out, but it did not stop. Instead, it sped up its escape.

Tang Lan watched the Crimson King's departing figure and revealed a cold smile.

He left a mark on the Red King, so the king could not escape.

Tang Lan took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and turned back to Wang Dong's side, focusing all her attention on protecting him.

At this moment, Wang Dong was still immersed in the crucial moment of absorbing the soul ring, and the surrounding soul power fluctuations became increasingly intense.

Tang Lan vigilantly observed his surroundings, his gaze sharp as an eagle's, not missing a single subtle movement.

Time seemed to stretch on endlessly, and every minute and every second was an ordeal for Tang Lan.

Finally, the fluctuations of soul power on Wang Dong's body gradually stabilized, and he slowly opened his eyes.

A hint of confusion flashed in those eyes at first, then gradually returned to clarity.

"Wang Dong, how is it?"

As soon as Wang Dong finished, Huo Yuhao asked eagerly.

Huo Yuhao's voice was full of concern and tension. He rushed to Wang Dong's side, staring intently at him, his hands unconsciously clenching into fists.

Wang Dong moved his lips slightly and said in a weak voice, "I'm fine, just feeling a little tired."

Huo Yuhao breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's good that you're alright. We were so worried about you."

Tang Lan also walked over, her gaze sweeping over Wang Dong, and said, "Now that you're done, we need to act quickly and not let the Crimson King get too far away."

Wang Dong nodded, gritted his teeth, and stood up:

"Okay, let's go."

His face was still somewhat pale, but his eyes revealed a firm determination.

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The three quickly packed their belongings and chased after the Red King in the direction he had fled.

Their footsteps moved quickly across the weed-covered ground, making a rustling sound.

Huo Yuhao followed closely behind Tang Lan, gripping his weapon tightly in his hand, his eyes scanning the surroundings warily.

The road ahead became increasingly rugged and difficult to traverse, with thorns and vines constantly blocking their path.

Tang Lan wielded the Overlord Spear, cutting down all the obstacles and clearing a path for the two behind her.

"Everyone be careful, there might be a trap here," Tang Lan whispered a warning.

Upon hearing this, Wang Dong and Huo Yuhao became even more cautious in observing their footing.

Suddenly, a gust of wind howled past, swirling up a flurry of fallen leaves.

"Something's wrong!" Huo Yuhao exclaimed.

A group of dark figures suddenly emerged from the nearby woods and pounced on them.

Tang Lan shouted, "Don't be afraid, face the enemy!"

A group of dark figures suddenly emerged from the nearby woods and pounced on them.

These dark figures turned out to be a pack of ghost wolves. They were agile and their fur was as black as ink, making them almost indistinguishable in the night.

The eyes of the Netherwolf gleamed with an eerie green light, and its sharp fangs gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

Among this pack of Nether Wolves, several were exceptionally large, clearly having reached the level of a thousand years of cultivation.

They emanated powerful soul energy fluctuations, and the Netherworld Wolf King, which was the leader, possessed strength approaching ten thousand years. Its aura was even more ferocious, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

"This is not easy to deal with!" Huo Yuhao said with a serious expression.

"A mere thousand years is nothing; I can destroy it with a flick of my wrist!" Tang Lan said arrogantly, his Overlord Spear trembling as the tip of the spear flickered with light.

Wang Dong frowned and said, "Senior Tang Lan, we must not underestimate our opponent. We should be cautious."

Tang Lan snorted coldly: "What are you afraid of? Watch me deal with these thousand-year-old Netherworld Wolves first!"

Having said that, he flashed away like a ghost towards the wolf pack.

The Netherworld Wolf King seemed to sense Tang Lan's intention, raising its head and letting out a long howl. (End of Chapter)