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"Ninth Spirit Skill: Netherworld Specters!"
As Qian Xunji unleashed his ultimate ninth spirit skill, Ghost Douluo, Spirit Vulture, Venomous Spike, Snake Spear, and Rampaging Lion simultaneously activated their most powerful techniques from different angles.
For a moment, the entire plain trembled under the violent surge of spirit energy.
"I'll match you blow for blow!"
"Thunder God's Judgment!"
Lin Yongming refused to retreat—doing so would expose the two women behind him. His Thunder God Avatar loomed overhead as a lightning array enveloped the battlefield. Raising his Thunder Punishment Sword high, he appeared as a divine executioner delivering heavenly retribution.
The collision of forces transformed the battlefield into a blazing sun, sending shockwaves that:
Shattered the Chrysanthemum Douluo's petal cage restraining Lan Yin and Bibi Dong
Awakened villagers miles away with its thunderous roar
Forced even Title Douluos to shield their eyes against the radiant explosion
When the light subsided, a crystalline blue streak shot toward the Chrysanthemum Douluo.
"Lin Yongming?!"
The young man's thunder armor flickered weakly, his hair disheveled, twin trails of blood staining his chin. Yet his strike sent the Title Douluo skidding back meters.
"Go! Now!" Lin Yongming gasped, seizing Lan Yin's left hand while Bibi Dong grabbed her right. Without hesitation, they bolted toward the Star Dou Great Forest.
Their escape was strategic—this wasn't about defeating seven Title Douluos, but ensuring Lan Yin's survival.
From the smoldering crater emerged Qian Xunji, his papal crown lost, golden robes torn. The once-majestic pope now resembled a feral beast.
"I'll tear him limb from limb! AFTER THEM!"
His fury stemmed not just from failure, but humiliation—six Title Douluos couldn't subdue a single Spirit Sage.
Hidden in subspace, Poseidon Island's observer Edie watched grimly:
"To challenge seven Title Douluos as a Spirit Sage... unprecedented. But without abandoning his woman, death is inevitable."
"If only the High Priest were here..."
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Trees blurred into streaks of green as the trio raced against time. Lan Yin's fingers gently wiped blood from Lin Yongming's lips, her heart aching at his wounds.
"I promised to protect you," he said through labored breaths, forcing a steady smile. "We'll reach the forest."
"But at this rate—"
"No 'buts'!" Lin Yongming cut her off. "You'd give your life for me. I return that devotion tenfold."
Bibi Dong squeezed Lan Yin's hand. "We three are bound—in this life and the next. We will survive."
Yet the truth loomed—Qian Xunji's group closed in relentlessly. Lin Yongming's spirit power, drained to 30% after consecutive battles, threatened to give out.
After an hour's desperate flight, the forest's towering trees finally appeared on the horizon—just as their pursuers narrowed the gap to fifty meters.
"There! We're almost—"
BOOM!
The Angelic Holy Sword plunged before them like a divine guillotine. Qian Xunji stood atop its hilt, eyes burning with malice.
"Begging won't save you now. Only your corpse—and that whore's 100,000-year ring—will appease me."
Surrounded on all sides, Lin Yongming spat bloodied defiance: "Without these lackeys, you'd be the one groveling."
"Yue Guan! Ghost Mei!" Qian Xunji barked.
The two Title Douluos clasped hands—their bodies merging into a yin-yang sigil.
"Martial Soul Fusion Skill: Absolute Stasis Field!"
Lin Yongming's eyes widened. Even at full strength, breaking this technique was nearly impossible. With his last strength, he shoved the women clear.
"RUN!"
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