Douluo Continent: The Purple Dragon's Roar, the End of the Dark Abyss

At this moment, Wenjiang, Yancha, and Dali's eyes blazed, their soul power surging, and they said in unison, "Let's fight! We don't have time to listen to your infighting!"

The three assumed fighting stances. Wen Jiang's blood-red fan trembled slightly, the blood patterns on the fan surface seemingly coming to life, with faint blood-red light flowing through them; the blood-soaked wolf phantom behind Yan Cha became increasingly solid, its wolf eyes flashing with a ferocious red light, its fangs looming, exuding a wild and intimidating aura; Dali clenched his fists, his muscles bulging like steel, veins popping out, his whole body radiating a violent aura, like a volcano about to erupt.

As soon as he finished speaking, a chilling atmosphere suddenly filled the air, making even breathing feel heavy.

UFO coldly swept his gaze over the crowd, his voice low and restrained: "Fools, stop arguing. Deal with the enemy in front of us first."

Although his tone was cold, it carried an undeniable clarity, like a bucket of ice water being poured over him, cooling down his agitated emotions slightly.

His gaze swept across the battlefield like a cold star, reminding everyone of the current crisis.

Immediately afterward, Ming Ji coldly replied, "Let's deal with the current situation first, and then we'll settle accounts with you one by one later."

His gaze was sharp as a knife, sweeping over both sides in the dispute. His tone carried an unyielding and authoritative air, like that of a high and mighty judge.

In that instant, even the air seemed to freeze. The tense standoff was finally brought to a halt by that resolute statement, leaving only heavy breathing echoing in the air.

"..."

In mid-air, the scorpion tiger almost couldn't help but burst out laughing.

His lips twitched as he suppressed a laugh, his eyes filled with mockery and disdain, as if he were watching a farce.

If it weren't for the fact that there were other people present, he probably would have already burst into laughter, his laughter filled with mockery of the current situation.

"Two so-called geniuses who can't even handle a favorable situation, what are they vying for the position of Holy Son?" He chuckled softly, his tone contemptuous, as if he were talking about two overconfident children. "It's a complete joke."

His voice, though low, reached everyone's ears clearly, carrying a chilling intensity.

"Now look what's happened. We've slapped them in the face in this unfavorable situation. Let's see who dares to be stubborn now," said Scorpion Tiger, glancing at Nether Thunder and Netherworld with a look full of provocation and anticipation.

He seemed to be waiting for a good show to unfold, a playful smile playing on his lips.

At this moment, Zhongli Wu slowly spoke, his tone seemingly relaxed but actually concealing a sharp edge: "Elder Ming Lei, your grandson... is quite formidable."

His voice carried a hint of barely perceptible sarcasm, as if he were mocking Ming Lei's teaching methods.

How could Ming Lei not sense the sarcasm in that? But he remained calm, merely smiling faintly, still maintaining his politeness: "Hmm, indeed impressive."

His smile carried a hint of bitterness, as if he were acknowledging some kind of helplessness.

Next, look at the center of the battlefield below; the battle has reached a fever pitch.

Ming Ji and You Fu were engaged in a fierce battle with Wen Jiang, Yan Cha, and Da Li. Dozens of moves had passed, dust was flying, and the fluctuations of soul power were surging like a tide.

Without exception, Ming Ji and You Fu were always at a disadvantage, forced to retreat step by step by the opponent's offensive. Fine beads of sweat seeped from their foreheads, gleaming with unwillingness in the sunlight.

"You stinking ghost, can you stop hiding? If you keep dragging this out, we're really going to be doomed!" Ming Ji said through gritted teeth, her eyes flashing with a resolute light, like a trapped beast eager to break free of its restraints.

Upon hearing this, Youfu's lips curled into a mocking smile, but he did not stop his defensive actions: "Then stop holding back and use all your trump cards. Don't think I don't know you have a backup plan. If we keep dragging this out, we're both doomed."

Ming Ji snorted coldly, her gaze sharp as torches: "Fine, you said it. You hold them off; it will take time for my trump card to be unleashed. Don't disappoint me, Youfu!"

Youfu nodded, a hint of seriousness in his voice: "Alright, I'll try to buy you as much time as possible. But you'd better hurry, or I'll waste my efforts."

At that moment, Dali keenly noticed the soul tool shimmering with an eerie light in Ming Ji's hand and immediately shouted a warning, "He's holding a soul tool, the kind that needs to be charged! Everyone, try to distract Ming Ji and prevent him from completing the charge. Otherwise, we'll be in big trouble once he releases it!"

Upon hearing this, Wen Jiang and Yan Cha immediately replied, "Okay, got it. We'll do everything in our power to interfere with him and make sure he doesn't successfully release the soul tool!"

"I will not let you get close to him." Youfu stood in front of Mingji like an insurmountable mountain, and said with a firm gaze.

He knew that once Ming Ji's soul tool was released, Wen Jiang, Yan Cha, and Dali would be doomed.

Without hesitation, Youfu unleashed his second soul skill—Netherworld Power—and his third soul skill—Netherworld Myriad Blades Technique.

In an instant, a dark light enveloped the entire battlefield, and countless sharp blades rained down like a storm, blocking the offensive of Wenjiang, Yancha, and Dali and forcing them to retreat repeatedly.

Seeing this, Dali was extremely anxious and immediately shouted, "I'll stand in front, you guys unleash your skills from behind and see if you can interfere with Mingji! Don't give him time to charge up!"

Wenjiang and Yancha nodded in unison, replying, "Okay! We'll unleash our skills right now to disrupt him!"

Without hesitation, Dali unleashed his two amplification soul skills.

His fists were clenched, his muscles bulged like steel, and he exuded a violent aura, like an angry beast.

"Second Soul Skill: Berserk!" Dali roared, his body instantly becoming enormous, with his strength and speed greatly enhanced.

"Third Soul Skill: Blood Bear Transformation!" Immediately afterwards, Dali unleashed his third soul skill, his body rapidly transforming into a giant blood bear, exuding a chilling aura.

After using his soul skill, Dali charged forward, attempting to break through the UFO's defenses.

However, as soon as he got close, he found himself unable to move, as if he were bound by an invisible force.

He was startled and quickly looked at his companions, only to find that Wen Jiang and Yan Cha were also unable to move. The three of them were frozen in place and could only watch helplessly as the soul tool in Ming Ji's hand gradually completed its charging.

"Oh no! We're frozen in place!" Dali thought to himself, trying to struggle, but found that his body was as if it were chained together and he couldn't move at all.

He could only watch helplessly as the light from the soul tool in Ming Ji's hand grew brighter and brighter, his heart filled with despair and resentment.

It turns out that the UFOs have made their move.

"Fourth Soul Skill: Vengeful Soul Chains!" Youfu shouted coldly. Before his voice fell, several pitch-black chains shot out from the Netherworld Sword in his hand, carrying a chilling aura and a venomous resentment, instantly wrapping around Wenjiang, Yancha, and Dali.

On the chains, countless twisted, vengeful ghostly phantoms could be vaguely seen, emitting mournful howls as if they wanted to drag the three of them into an endless abyss.

"Is that all? You think you can get over there? Give me a break." Youfu coldly glanced at the three of them, his eyes full of disdain and mockery, as if he were looking at a group of clowns.

After speaking, he slowly turned to one side, his gaze falling on Ming Ji, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

Seeing this, Dali completely lost heart, and the panic in his heart surged like a tide.

He knew that he was at the forefront at this moment, and once Ming Ji's soul tool was fully charged, he would be the first target to be attacked.

That powerful soul-guided ray was enough to tear him to pieces in an instant.

"What to do? What to do?" Dali screamed frantically in his mind, veins bulging on his forehead, cold sweat streaming down his face.

His eyes scanned the battlefield frantically, trying to find a glimmer of hope.

Suddenly, his gaze fixed on Yan Cha not far from him, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes. The light was fleeting, yet it carried endless malice and determination.

Just then, Ming Ji's voice boomed like thunder: "You Fu, get out of the way! I'm ready to charge up!"

"Let me watch the fireworks explode." The UFO slowly stepped aside, its tone playful, as if it were watching a spectacular show about to unfold.

Ming Ji's lips curled into a cruel smile: "Very well, now you can watch the fireworks! Launch!"

In an instant, a dazzling soul-guided ray shot out from Ming Ji's hand, like a meteor streaking across the night sky, carrying a world-destroying force, and shot straight toward Dali.

Wherever the ray passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound, as if it were about to devour the entire world.

Upon seeing this, Dali was greatly alarmed and dared not make the slightest mistake.

He instantly unleashed his second and third soul skills, his body radiating intense light, and his strength and speed were greatly enhanced.

He suddenly broke free from the shackles of the Ghostly Soul Skill and, like a wild horse, galloped madly toward Rock Tea.

Seeing Dali rushing towards him recklessly, Yan Cha's heart tightened, and he cried out in panic, "Dali, what are you doing?"

"Got you?" Dali breathed a sigh of relief, a sinister smile spreading across his face, a smile as chilling as a venomous snake. "Hahaha, of course, you'll die in my place!"

As he spoke, he suddenly grabbed Yan Cha and threw her hard at the soul-guided ray that was being fired at him, as if she were a hot potato.

Rock Tea stared in disbelief, her eyes wide. She was about to say something when she was caught in the Soul Guiding Ray.

Suddenly, tomato juice exploded everywhere, as if it were fragments of flesh and blood splattered from the torn body of the rock tea plant, blooming in the air like blood-red flowers.

At the same time, countless fragments of names were scattered everywhere, traces left after the body of Yancha was completely destroyed.

However, at this moment, no one cared about Yan Cha's death; everyone was thankful that they had escaped this deadly soul-guided ray.

Their faces beamed with the joy of surviving a disaster, and their eyes gleamed with greed, as if they were anticipating that the upcoming battle would bring them even greater benefits.

Ming Ji gazed at the sky filled with blood, flesh, and fragments of souls, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "Oops, you dodged it. Now, how are you going to dodge this next shot?"

His voice echoed across the battlefield, carrying endless threat and killing intent, as if declaring that this battle was far from over...

Hiding in the shadows, Ye Linyi couldn't stand it any longer. He thought to himself, "They could have been dealt with much sooner, but they had to drag it out for so long. What a complete idiot!"

Just as Ming Ji was about to release the soul tool, Dali and Wen Jiang felt powerless.

Hades laughed maniacally and said, "Your turn! Fire!"

Just as Dali and Wenjiang resigned themselves to their fate, an unexpected change occurred on the battlefield.

"Pfft!"

Mingji stared in disbelief at the pierced chest and turned back, asking, "Who are you? Why did you attack me?"

A fierce glint flashed in Ye Linyi's eyes as he drew out the Dark Abyss God-Slaying Halberd, his martial soul weapon, and kicked Ming Ji far away.

He felt something strange when he inserted it into Ming Ji's body; something seemed to have broken. Ye Linyi wondered to himself.

Then, Ye Linyi looked coldly at the remaining few people.

Dali and Wenjiang snapped out of the shadow of death.

Dali excitedly asked, "Are you Ye Linyi? Did Han Feng send you to help us?"

Ye Linyi nodded and said seriously, "Han Feng sent them to help you."

When no one was paying attention, Ming Ji's hand moved.

Ye Linyi suddenly said, "Come over here. Brother Han asked me to protect you. He'll be here soon."

Dali said happily, "Okay, let's hurry over to Ye Linyi."

Ye Linyi thought to himself: Dali fell for it so easily. Wasn't he quite clever watching him from the shadows just now?

A flash of malice crossed Ye Linyi's eyes as he said, "Since you're in such a hurry, you can go first."

Dali asked in confusion, "What did they just say? I don't understand."

Just as Dali was about to reach Ye Linyi, Ye Linyi gripped his martial spirit with his right hand and thrust it through Dali's body.

Dali asked incredulously, "Why? Weren't you sent by Han Feng to rescue us?"

Ye Linyi didn't answer his question, but instead said, "Weren't you quite clever just now? Look at your teammate Wen Jiang, he didn't move an inch."

Dali turned his head and saw that Wenjiang and Ye Linyi were far apart and showed no intention of getting closer.

"Why didn't you tell me to feel the passage of life?" Dali said before he died. "Wenjiang, even though I'm dead, I won't let you go."

Ye Linyi pulled the martial spirit from Dali's body and said to Youfu, "You're next."

Seeing this scene

"Ye Linyi, I don't think we need to do this," UFO said nervously.

An impatience flashed in Ye Linyi's eyes, and he said coldly, "You talk too much nonsense."

Instantly, Ye Linyi's body shone brightly, and three soul rings appeared one after another, radiating a terrifying pressure.

Ye Linyi's second-ranked purple millennium soul ring flashed.

"Second Soul Skill: Sword Dance," Ye Linyi shouted coldly, his voice as icy as ice.

Sword Dance; an amplification-type soul skill that increases attack (150), defense (80), and speed (90) when used. It can be stacked up to three times.

This amplifying soul skill can boost his combat power every time it is used.

Ye Linyi's second soul ring came from a Shadow Dance Lion that was over 8000 years old.

It was a ferocious beast that danced in the darkness, possessing unparalleled speed and agility.

It gave Ye Linyi the Sword Dance skill, which had an excessive boost.

As Ye Linyi whispered, the light of the Sword Dance Soul Skill grew even brighter, as if it would envelop the entire battlefield.

When Youfu and Wenjiang saw Ye Linyi's incredible soul ring combination, they were shocked.

Their eyes widened, their faces filled with disbelief.

Youfu muttered to himself, "How could this kid possibly possess such an incredible combination of spirit rings? It's practically a fantasy!"

Even those in the sky were shocked. Ming Lei, incredulous, rubbed his eyes and said, "This kid, a master of the ultimate martial soul, with two purple and one black soul rings—this is simply unheard of!"

Youming thought to himself: "No wonder the sect leader favors him."

A complex mix of emotions welled up within him: jealousy, resentment, but mostly a deep sense of powerlessness.

He looked at the sect leader Zhongli Wu, only to find that Zhongli Wu's face showed no surprise whatsoever, as if all of this was within his expectations.

Ming Lei: "Sigh, your grandson and my grandson are in trouble."

He sighed, his eyes filled with helplessness and regret.

He knew that with Ye Linyi as a variable, the original situation had completely changed.

In the center of the field.

UFO was the first to react, saying, "It's a misunderstanding, brother."

He tried to defuse the crisis with a calm tone, but a hint of panic was visible in his eyes.

Ye Linyi had already drawn his gun and charged towards Youfu, saying, "What misunderstanding? We'll talk about it after you're dead."

His voice was cold and resolute, like a pronouncement from hell.

"Don't think that just because you have some incredible soul rings, you're afraid of me," I, Youfu, said.

UFO, feigning composure, retorted loudly.

Suddenly, his body shone brightly, and two yellow and two purple soul rings appeared, like two magnificent rainbows.

The second soul skill was Netherworld Power, the third soul skill was Netherworld Blades, and the fourth soul skill was Vengeful Soul Chains! As if grasping at a lifeline, Youfu frantically unleashed his soul skills.

He looked at Ye Linyi charging straight at him, laughed loudly, and said, "He really is an idiot, he can't even dodge a soul skill, they were right."

However, in the next second, the UFO's eyes widened, its face filled with terror, and it exclaimed, "Impossible, impossible, I must be dreaming!"

It turned out that Ye Linyi's body moved like a ghost, directly piercing through Youfu's soul skills, as if those powerful soul skills were just paper tigers in front of him.

He walked straight up to the UFO and said coldly, "You're not dreaming, are you? I'll send you on your way right now!"

Ye Linyi said, "Finger Spear!" The Dark Abyss God-Slaying Halberd's tip gleamed with a cold light.

The next second, Ye Linyi punched a huge hole in the UFO's body.

Before his death, You Fu looked at Ye Linyi, who was completely unharmed, in disbelief and said, "Why can't my soul skills harm you?!"

His voice was filled with despair and resentment, as if he were questioning the injustice of fate.

Youming shouted to the sky, "No!" His voice, like thunder, echoed across the battlefield, filled with endless anger and grief.