Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

After eliminating the control-type Soul Master, he didn't pause at all. He activated his second Soul Skill, Phantom Thousand Shadows, again, with his real body and clones flashing alternately as he returned to provide support at an astonishing speed!

"Go away!"

Lin Wan gave a low shout, and the bright moon in her palm condensed once more.

Fourth Soul Skill: Nine-Tailed Moon Worship.

The moon wheel didn't strike Qian Heng, but instead crashed into the agility-based Soul Master who had assassinated Ning Zetian.

Sensing the deadly threat coming from behind, the agile-type Soul Master had no choice but to abandon the assassination attempt, forcibly twisting his body and crossing his daggers to parry.

"boom!"

The moon wheel exploded, and the extreme cold of the moonlight and the power of the mental shockwave sent him flying. He spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air and crashed heavily onto the edge of the arena. Although he was not directly eliminated, he was temporarily rendered unable to fight.

However, Lin Wan's return to the agility-based Soul Sect meant that he exposed his back to Qian Heng, who was like a tiger descending the mountain!

Qian Heng's eyes flashed with a sharp light; this was the opportunity he had been waiting for!

"Fifth Soul Skill, Panlong Staff Technique: Mountain Suppression!"

It's still that terrifying fifth soul skill!

The enormous dark golden staff shadow, as large as a mountain, completely enveloped Lin Wan, who had just released his fourth soul skill, and Ning Zetian, who was not far behind him!

There's no way to avoid it!

"Lin Wan! Zetian!" Yu Tianqing roared, but Jin Chuan held him back.

Yan Xin, Ye Qing, and Song Yi were all held back by their respective opponents.

It looked like Lin Wan and Ning Zetian were about to be severely injured by this earth-shattering blow!

Lin Wan's eyes sharpened, and the moonlight around her intensified as she attempted to withstand the attack.

However, Ning Zetian could see clearly that Lin Wan would have no chance of completely blocking the attack in such a hurry. Even if she did manage to block it, she would be seriously injured, and the outcome of the subsequent battle would be a foregone conclusion.

In that split second, Ning Zetian made her choice.

He suddenly took a step forward, actually facing the descending shadow of the staff head-on, and at the same time used all his strength to resolutely project the last amplifying light of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda onto Lin Wan.

"Lin Wan, it's all up to you!"

He shouted, and was immediately struck hard by the edge of that terrifying stick shadow!

"puff!"

Blood spurted from his mouth like dazzling fireworks, and he flew backward like a kite with a broken string, tracing a tragic arc in the air before finally landing outside the arena. The Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda in his hand dimmed instantly.

"Zetian!" Yu Tianqing roared.

Ning Zetian, core support player from Tian Dou Royal Academy, has been eliminated.

"Damn it!" Yan Xin's eyes turned bloodshot, and the Fiery Lion roared madly, its attack becoming even more ferocious, and it actually suppressed its opponent for a moment.

With the boost Ning Zetian gained from his own elimination, Lin Wan forcibly withstood the remaining power of the "Zhenyue" staff shadow. His body swayed slightly, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes turned completely cold.

Qian Heng struck successfully, eliminating the opponent's key support, and without lingering in the fight, immediately withdrew and rejoined Jin Chuan.

At this moment, there are six remaining members from the Heaven Dou Royal Academy and five remaining members from the Spirit Hall Academy on the field.

On the surface, the Heavenly Dou forces have the numerical advantage, but in reality, without Ning Zetian's continuous boost and recovery, the Heavenly Dou forces' sustained combat capability is greatly reduced, while the Spirit Hall still retains Qian Heng and Jin Chuan as its two strongest points.

The situation remains unfavorable to Tian Dou!

"Hold on! They're out of support! Wear them down!" Qian Heng's voice was hoarse, but carried an undeniable calmness.

He knew that the scales of victory had begun to tip in their favor.

Yu Tianqing suppressed his grief and anger, and said in a deep voice, "Listen to my command! Yan Xin, cooperate with me, take out that offensive type first! Ye Qing, contain Jin Chuan! Song Yi, harass Qian Heng!"

His voice carried an undeniable resolve. Ning Zetian, having gained this much-needed respite through his own elimination, absolutely could not waste it!

Yan Xin roared, and the flames around him surged again. The Fiery Lion, with its madness that could burn everything, pounced fiercely on the Spirit Hall's powerful attacking Soul Master who was fighting against him.

Yu Tianqing endured the massive consumption of his soul power, and lightning condensed on the claws of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, forming a pincer attack in conjunction with Yan Xin.

Ye Qing gritted his teeth, disregarding his own exhaustion, and countless green vines broke through the soil. They no longer tried to entangle Jin Chuan, whose defense was astonishing, but instead acted like flexible tripwires, specifically wrapping around his ankles and knees, interfering with his movement and power, and preventing him from smoothly supporting Qian Heng.

Song Yi transformed into several afterimages, his shadow blades flashing with cold light, circling and slashing around Qian Heng like a leech, not seeking to harm the enemy, but only to disrupt his soul skill release and rhythm to the greatest extent possible.

In an instant, the light of the soul skills on the arena flashed wildly, and the sounds of collisions and roars were endless.

Without Ning Zetian's continuous boost, the soul power consumption of the Heavenly Battle team increased dramatically, and the power of their attacks also decreased significantly.

Although Yu Tianqing and Yan Xin joined forces and successfully suppressed the powerful attack-type Soul Master, they were unable to completely defeat him in a short period of time.

Jin Chuan was thoroughly annoyed by Ye Qing's green vines and roared furiously. The powerful Golden Crocodile King forcibly tore off the vines one by one, but Ye Qing, despite exhausting his soul power, stubbornly continued to urge them to grow, keeping Jin Chuan firmly in place.

Qian Heng remained cold-faced in the face of Song Yi's harassment. He wielded the Panlong Staff with the speed of the wind, deflecting most of the attacks. Occasionally, he would seize an opportunity to launch a powerful counterattack, forcing Song Yi to retreat in a sorry state, constantly in danger.

His gaze remained fixed on Lin Wan, who was pacing on the edge of the battlefield.

Lin Wan did not rush to join the battle. The trace of blood at the corner of his mouth had dried, and his sea-blue eyes were frighteningly calm.

He was observing, calculating the remaining soul power, and waiting for the most suitable opportunity.

The disadvantages of Tian Dou are gradually widening.

"puff!"

Song Yi's soul power level was ultimately too far behind. He couldn't dodge in time and was struck on the shoulder blade by Qian Heng's staff. He was sent flying like a broken sack, spitting out a mouthful of blood in mid-air before crashing heavily to the ground. He struggled for a moment but couldn't get up again.

The Heavenly Dou faction loses another member: Song Yi, the agility-based Soul Master, is eliminated.

Almost simultaneously, Yan Xin and Yu Tianqing finally joined forces to blast the Spirit Hall's offensive-type Soul Master off the stage. However, Yan Xin also knelt on one knee, panting heavily, due to excessive consumption of soul power and withstanding the opponent's counterattack before defeat, temporarily losing the ability to fight again.

Chapter 211 Mirage of the Illusory Sea

Yu Tianqing was in slightly better condition, but his chest was still heaving violently, and the muscles under the dragon scales were trembling slightly, clearly indicating that he was also nearing his limit.

On the high platform, on the side of the Xingluo delegation, Davis couldn't help but curl a cold smile at the corner of his mouth.

The defeat is inevitable!

"ended."

Qian Heng took a deep breath, feeling the still abundant soul power within his body, and pointed the Panlong Staff at Lin Wan.

"Lin Wan, you are very strong, but with several burdens, you can't win."

Jin Chuan grinned maliciously, and the phantom of the Golden Crocodile King let out a low roar, standing on the left and right sides with the agility-type Soul Master, subtly blocking Lin Wan's retreat.

Ye Qing's face was pale, and the light of the green vine had dimmed to the point of being almost invisible.

Yu Tianqing suddenly stepped forward, blocking Ye Qing's path, his dragon eyes flashing with lightning and filled with indomitable fighting spirit.

"Whether I'm a burden or not is not for you to decide," Yu Tianqing said in a hoarse but resolute voice.

Lin Wan's gaze swept over Yu Tianqing's slightly trembling back, over Ye Qing's stubbornly persevering expression, and finally landed on Qian Heng.

He exhaled softly, as if clearing away all his distracting thoughts.

Then he smiled.

The smile was faint, carrying a hint of weariness, yet containing a heart-stirring tranquility.

"You're right, it's time to end this."

Before he finished speaking, the fifth spirit ring at Lin Wan's feet, which symbolized the ten-thousand-year level, suddenly shone with an unprecedented light!

The light was not a dazzling bright color, but a hazy, flowing pink halo, like ink dripping into clear water, spreading rapidly from Lin Wan to the entire arena.

"Fifth Soul Skill, Mirage of the Illusory Sea."

Lin Wan's voice was very soft, yet it seemed to possess some strange magic, clearly reaching the ears of everyone present.

The pink halo spread extremely quickly, almost instantly enveloping the entire arena and slowly overflowing towards the edge.

The scene on the ring instantly distorted and blurred.

Qian Heng, Jin Chuan, and the agility-type Soul Master all felt a blur before their eyes, and the shouts around them, the figures of their teammates, and even the solid arena beneath their feet all disappeared.

Instead, there was a boundless ocean of pink mist.

The air was filled with a sweet fragrance, and with each breath, it felt as if fine dust particles were entering the nasal cavity and rushing straight to the brain.

"A Soul Skill of the Illusionary Realm!"

Qian Heng's expression changed drastically. He immediately focused his mind and rapidly circulated his powerful soul energy within his body, attempting to dispel the strange influence.

But he was shocked to find that his soul power was being consumed at a rate that was nearly 30% faster in this pink mist!

Moreover, the pink mist he inhaled kept stirring his emotions, and fragmented images began to appear uncontrollably before his eyes.

There was the excitement he felt when he first grasped the Dragon Staff, the solemnity he felt when he stood before the Papal Palace and swore to protect the honor of the Spirit Hall, and even... a secret longing for that supreme power deep within his heart...

Jin Chuan let out an angry roar.

What he saw were the corpses of countless powerful soul beasts, and the scene of him standing at the pinnacle of soul masters, receiving the worship of thousands. The ultimate sense of power and glory made his blood boil, but he was also restless because he could not truly touch it.

He brandished his claws, frantically attacking the empty mist around him, as if he were fighting an invisible enemy.

The agility-based Soul Master was the weakest and was most affected.

He saw a terrifying vision of himself surrounded by countless enemies, trapped in a desperate situation. He wildly brandished his dagger, screaming in terror, his mind on the verge of collapse.

But what the spectators saw from the sidelines was a completely different story.

The three members of the Spirit Hall were spinning around in the pink mist like headless flies.

Qian Heng's expression kept changing, and he would sometimes raise the Panlong Staff and sometimes lower it.

Jin Chuan was frantically tearing and charging at the air. The agility-type Soul Master was curled up on the ground, trembling.

On Tian Dou's side, although Yu Tianqing and Ye Qing were also within the pink mist, they did not seem to be attacked.

Lin Wan's figure appeared and disappeared in the mist, like a ghost, moving at an astonishing speed, and her aura became erratic.

"What kind of soul skill is this?" In the stands, countless people stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

"A domain! It's definitely a domain-type soul skill! And it actually appeared on a Soul King!"

On the high platform, Bibi Dong's fingers, which were resting on the armrest, tightened slightly, and a faint ripple finally crossed her purple eyes.

This Lin Wan is giving her more and more surprises.