Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

But as soon as he passed through the first layer of vines, he bumped into the second layer.

The vines seemed to have anticipated his evasive path, and the moment he landed, they closed in from all directions, like a huge mouth full of fangs.

Ghost Leopard Douluo frowned slightly.

He refused to believe it. With his right hand forming a claw, the leopard claw blade drew five dark blue arcs in the air, severing the three vines that were rushing towards him.

Dark green liquid seeped from the cut surface, splashing in the air and landing on his protective soul power, making a hissing corrosion sound.

It is highly corrosive.

Ghost Leopard Douluo's expression changed slightly.

He glanced down at his protective soul power. The dark blue-green shield had been corroded with several tiny holes where it came into contact with the liquid. Although it hadn't penetrated yet, it had already made him break out in a cold sweat.

He is an agility-based attacker, so defense is not his strong suit.

If these juices get directly on the skin, the consequences could be disastrous.

Gedo remained suspended in place, without even changing her posture.

She watched Ghost Leopard Douluo dashing left and right through the vines, his half-closed, eerie green eyes devoid of any extra emotion, only a faint, almost bored indifference.

It's like watching a bird fluttering in a cage.

"They run pretty fast."

She spoke softly, her tone as if she were commenting on a dish that wasn't to her liking. Then she raised her right hand and lightly waved her fingers in the air.

New branches sprouted simultaneously from the cut ends of the vines that Ghost Leopard Douluo had severed.

It's not regrowth, it's division.

When a vine is cut, two new ones will grow from the cut. When two vines are cut, four will grow.

The number of vines did not decrease; instead, it increased exponentially.

Ghost Leopard Douluo's expression completely changed.

He finally realized one thing: Godot had never intended to pursue him in the first place.

She simply spread the vines all over the space and then waited for him to exhaust himself to death.

For every vine he cuts, the number of vines doubles.

No matter how fast he ran or how nimbly he dodged, he couldn't stop the sea of ​​vines from growing denser at a visible speed.

"What the hell is this ghostly skill!" Ghost Leopard Douluo cursed through gritted teeth, accelerating once again.

He knew he couldn't keep going like this. If he did, he would be trapped and killed by these endless vines before Geduo could even make a move.

He had to rush out. He had to get to Godot and kill him with his best move.

Dark blue soul power surged wildly around him, and his fifth soul ring suddenly lit up.

His body suddenly blurred in mid-air, turning into an afterimage whose outline was almost indistinguishable.

The leopard blade sliced ​​through the air at such speed that it even tore the air apart, creating a sharp sonic boom.

This is his fifth soul skill, Ghost Leopard Shadow Strike, which can instantly increase speed to the extreme, penetrate all obstacles, and strike the target's vitals.

Dozens of vines blocking his way were pierced through by the attack at the same time, their broken ends bursting open and splattering with dark green sap.

Ghost Leopard Douluo's figure flashed through the vines, his leopard claw blade aimed directly at Ge Duo's slender neck.

A sinister smile even crept onto his lips. It was done. At this distance and angle, even if Ge Duo wanted to dodge now, it would be too late.

Then he saw Godot lift his eyelids.

Those deep green eyes finally opened completely.

It wasn't fear, it wasn't anger, it wasn't the expression anyone should have when facing a fatal blow.

Rather, it is an extremely calm indifference, as deep and unfathomable as an ancient well.

It's like watching a moth drawn to a flame.

Ghost Leopard Douluo's heart sank. He wanted to stop, but he had already used all his strength in this attack and couldn't take it back at all.

The leopard claw blade was less than three feet from Ge Duo's neck, a distance that was only a fraction of a breath for a titled Douluo of the agility-type attack.

But even that one-thousandth of a breath was something he could never overcome.

Because a vine had somehow gotten tangled around his ankle.

It didn't come from the front, nor from the side; it came from behind him, from the blind spot he was least likely to notice, from the direction of his own shadow.

That vine was a deeper color than all the others, almost pure black, making it nearly indistinguishable in this sea of ​​dark green vines.

It spread silently along the ground, and the moment Ghost Leopard Douluo focused all his attention on breaking through from the front, it wrapped around the only place he was unprepared for from below and behind.

Ghost Leopard Douluo felt a chill running down his ankle.

That chill wasn't ice; it was poison.

The circulation of his soul power almost instantly slowed down, as if someone had poured a bucket of paste into a high-speed motor.

His speed dropped from its peak to a standstill, and he was suddenly jolted in mid-air before being dragged by the vine and slammed hard to the ground.

boom.

The permafrost cracked, and rubble flew everywhere.

Ghost Leopard Douluo was thrown so hard that he saw stars and his chest was churning with blood.

He struggled to get up, but more vines surged up like a tide, tightly binding his limbs, torso, and neck layer upon layer.

Every vine was tightening, making a teeth-grinding "crunch" sound, which was the groan of his protective soul power being squeezed to its limit.

He lost. He lost completely.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, Yue Guan and Gui Mei are caught in an unprecedented nightmare.

Countless mirrors surrounded them from all sides, each reflecting their own image.

Yue Guan shattered an ancient mirror facing him with a single palm strike. The fragments scattered in the air, each one still reflecting his face.

There were too many fragments, and the angles of reflection were too varied. He felt that he was surrounded by his own shadows everywhere, frontal, side, upside down, and distorted. Countless mirror images were intertwined and layered together, completely disrupting his sense of direction.

His mental energy spread in all directions like a tide, trying to lock onto Eva's true form.

It was useless. The mirrors were made of some unknown material. When mental energy touched the mirrors, it would bounce back, or worse, be distorted, refracted, and magnified, turning into countless chaotic echoes that flooded his senses.

He felt as if he were using his mental power to explore a maze made of mirrors, and each exploration would hit countless walls, each wall answering him with its own voice.

"Old ghost!"

Yue Guan gave a low shout. Years of working together made him subconsciously move closer to his partner.

Ghostly Martial Soul is extremely strange. In battles at the Title Douluo level, as long as Ghostly Martial Soul is there to support him from the flank, he dares to face any opponent head-on.

But before he could finish speaking, a ghostly figure was flung out from a mirror.

They didn't walk out on their own; they were bounced out.

The ghostly figure tumbled twice in the void before barely managing to steady itself. The hem of the black cloak was torn in several places, with faint silver light still remaining at the edges.

His breathing was a bit more rapid than usual. For Ghost Douluo, who was known for his unpredictable and eccentric nature, this level of dishevelment was already considered a loss of composure.

"Her mirror," a ghostly voice came from under the hood, still deep and hoarse, but with an added hint of disbelief upon closer listening, "can reflect my Martial Soul True Body."

Yue Guan's pupils contracted slightly.

Ghostly Martial Soul True Form can transform himself into a state of nothingness, making him immune to all physical attacks and most energy attacks. This is his most crucial means of survival in battles at the Title Douluo level.

If even this move can be deflected by Eva's mirror, it means that all their most proficient methods of sneak attacks and assassinations are meaningless in front of her.

"What exactly is her martial spirit?" Yue Guan gritted his teeth, squeezing out the words through clenched teeth.

He had lived for over a hundred years, fought countless battles at the Title Douluo level, and seen countless strange and unusual martial souls, but he had never encountered an opponent of this type.

The mirror itself has no offensive power. It can neither directly kill the opponent like his Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum, nor can it launch a sneak attack and kill instantly like the Ghostly Martial Soul.

But it was this seemingly harmless mirror that put both of them, level 95 titled Douluo, at a disadvantage.

No, it's not the mirror itself.

It is Eva's use of mirrors. She can summon mirrors at any time and in any place, and use them to teleport.

She can deflect an opponent's attacks, trap them in a mirror maze, and instantly teleport allies away from deadly attacks.

Individually, none of these abilities would be considered top-tier in a battle at the Title Douluo level.

But when she combines all her abilities, she creates an extremely terrifying combined suppressive force.

She doesn't need to kill you; she just needs to make sure you can never touch her, and then slowly drag you down with her.

Yue Guan took a deep breath. He knew he couldn't waste any more time like this.

The longer it drags on, the worse it will be for them. Ghost Leopard has completely stopped moving, and Dugu Bo is still recklessly releasing poison on the flanks of the battlefield. Every breath, dozens or even hundreds of soldiers from the Martial Soul Empire fall in the poisonous fog.

He must break this deadlock, and he must break it now.

The seventh spirit ring lit up beneath his feet.

The light was as brilliant as gold, and refracted by countless mirrors, it dyed the entire sky a dazzling gold. The Martial Soul True Form: the Myriad Treasures Sky-Piercing Chrysanthemum.

His body and martial spirit completely merged, and a huge phantom of the Tongtian Chrysanthemum bloomed behind him, with layers upon layers of petals, each one flowing with sharp golden light capable of cutting through mountains.

His aura surged to its peak at this moment, and he was like a golden divine sword that had been ignited, its sharpness fully revealed and impossible to look directly at.

“Ghost!” he growled.

Ghost didn't need to say anything more. The two had fought side by side for most of their lives, and he could understand each other's intentions with just a low growl.

He blurred into a black afterimage, flanking Eva's mirrored maze from the side. His mission wasn't to attack, but to disrupt.

If he could distract Eva even for a moment, Yue Guan could seize that opening and use his strongest attack to completely defeat her.

The golden light in Yue Guan's palm suddenly intensified, and the petals of the Tongtian Chrysanthemum phantom stood upright, like thousands of sharp swords being drawn at the same time.

The eighth spirit ring lit up, radiating brilliant light. Countless golden beams shot out from the tips of the petals, each as thick as an adult's arm, carrying a sharp aura capable of tearing everything apart, and bombarded Eva's location from all directions.

He didn't hold back at all in this attack.

A full-force attack from a level 95 Title Douluo is enough to level a mountain.

The mirrors that blocked the beam of light were pierced as if they were made of paper, and the fragments exploded in the air, turning into countless silver specks of light.