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The Soul Douluo could only struggle to cope with the situation, gradually showing signs of defeat.
Finally, Tang Lan shouted,
The Overlord Spear in his hand thrust out with the force of thunder.
The tip of the gun instantly pierced through the Soul Fighter's chest, killing him with one shot!
The light in the Soul Fighter's eyes dimmed instantly.
His Flame Lion Martial Spirit also dissipated, and he fell to the ground powerlessly.
After killing a Soul Douluo with one strike, Tang Lan's killing intent remained unabated.
His eyes were like burning flames, blazing with fire, emitting endless coldness and determination.
There seemed to be an endless abyss hidden in that gaze, which could devour a person's soul and was chilling.
He looked directly at the Soul Saints and Soul Douluo-level masters of the Holy Spirit Church and the four great empires.
That gaze seemed to be able to penetrate their souls, like a sharp arrow, exposing the fear in their hearts.
The coldness in those eyes seemed to be able to freeze them instantly and make their blood solidify.
"Don't be afraid, let's go together!"
In the crowd, a Contra pretended to be calm and shouted loudly, trying to cheer himself and his companions.
His voice was trembling like a leaf in the wind. Although he tried hard to keep it steady, he still couldn't hide the panic in his heart.
His face was pale, his eyes were wandering, and his hands were unconsciously clenched into fists.
"We can't let him defeat us one by one!"
Another Contra shouted along with a hint of hysteria in his voice.
His forehead was covered with beads of sweat, which kept rolling down and sliding across his face which was distorted with fear.
"Yes, let's go together!" Another Soul Douluo echoed, with a hint of desperate determination in his voice.
Everyone attacked together, and all kinds of brilliant soul skills instantly intertwined together, like a colorful net covering Tang Lan.
The light was dazzling, yet full of deadly threats.
A Soul Saint from the Holy Spirit Church waved his hands.
Black mist gushed out from his palms and instantly transformed into ferocious poisonous snakes with bloody mouths.
It spit out scarlet tongue and pounced towards Tang Lan at an extremely fast speed.
The fangs of the poisonous snake flashed with cold light, as if it could bite a person to pieces in an instant.
The Soul Douluos of the four great empires were not to be outdone.
Some summoned huge rock giants, which were dozens of meters tall and extremely heavy. Every step they took made the earth tremble.
It swung its huge fist, and with a whistling sound, it smashed towards Tang Lan fiercely;
Some of them shot out countless sharp ice cones, which were extremely sharp.
Bringing a biting chill through the air,
Wherever it passed, a thin layer of frost condensed in the air.
Tang Lan was not afraid at all.
He shouted loudly, and the ancient dragon martial spirit let out a roar that shook the heavens.
The powerful sound waves dispersed many of the approaching soul skills.
The dragon's roar seemed to penetrate the clouds, shaking the heaven and earth, and making the enemy's heart tremble.
The Overlord Spear in his hand was waving tightly, and the tip of the spear was flashing with cold light.
Like a meteor across the night sky, it neutralized those attacks one by one.
Every time the tip of the gun collides with the soul skill, dazzling sparks burst out, like fireworks blooming.
For a moment, the battlefield was filled with deafening roars.
The fluctuations of energy caused the surrounding space to become distorted, as if the whole world was shaking.
Tang Lan rushed left and right in the crowd as if he was in an empty space.
His figure was as fast as lightning, making it difficult to predict.
Every time the Overlord Spear was swung, a splash of blood would appear and an enemy would fall down with a scream.
His movements were smooth and fluid, without any delay, and each strike contained deadly power.
But the enemies were numerous, so Tang Lan would inevitably be attacked.
His clothes were torn, revealing his blood-stained skin.
Wounds appeared on his body, and blood gushed out, staining his clothes red.
But his eyes became more determined, like a burning flame, and his will to fight did not weaken at all.
"You bunch of ants, you dare to think of hurting me!"
Tang Lan roared, his voice filled with anger and disdain.
The soul power in his body burst out again, and a powerful wave of air spread out in all directions with him as the center, like a surging wave.
The approaching enemies were blown away by this powerful force, and fell far to the ground like kites with broken strings.
Before the enemy who was knocked flying landed on the ground, Tang Lan had already approached him like a ghost, and the Overlord Spear in his hand turned into a deadly weapon.
He fired his gun as fast as a dragon, and each strike accurately hit the enemy's vital points. His movements were so swift that no one could see them clearly.
All I could hear were screams coming one after another, non-stop, like a piece of music of death.
In this chaotic battlefield, Tang Lan's figure appeared like a god of war.
His soul power continued to flow out, and his entire body was shining like a dazzling sun.
The ancient dragon martial spirit was looming behind him, and the mighty dragon shadow exuded an ancient and mysterious aura, adding endless power to him.
Every time the dragon's shadow flashes, it is accompanied by a powerful pressure that makes the enemy feel difficulty breathing and fear in their hearts.
The strong men of the Holy Spirit Church and the four great empires gradually began to retreat.
The initial ferocity and determination were no longer in their eyes; instead, there was deep fear and anxiety.
Their attacks were no longer as fierce as they were at the beginning. They became disorganized and their coordination also broke down.
The originally tight formation began to become loose, and some people even ignored the safety of their companions in order to avoid Tang Lan's attack.
Tang Lan keenly captured this point.
He suddenly jumped high, his body agile, like a soaring eagle.
The light from the Overlord Spear became bright and dazzling, and a powerful soul power wave exploded in all directions with him as the center.
That soul power wave was like a surging ocean wave, carrying the power to destroy everything.
The approaching enemies were instantly blown away by this force, and their bodies were thrown far away like kites with broken strings.
They screamed in pain in the air, then fell heavily to the ground, unable to get up again.
The enemies in the distance were also shaken so much that their blood was boiling and they couldn't stand steadily.
His internal organs seemed to be displaced and his face turned as pale as paper.
"Today is your end!"
Tang Lan's voice echoed on the battlefield like a huge bell, carrying an irresistible majesty.
His voice was full of determination and coldness, as if he was a judge from hell.
Let the enemy's soul tremble. (End of this chapter)
Chapter 815 The Unpredictable Tang Lan
At this time, some timid enemies have begun to turn around and flee.
They fled desperately to the rear, staggering and looking panic-stricken.
They even threw away their weapons just to run faster.
He was afraid of being caught up by Tang Lan and becoming a victim of his gun.
But how could Tang Lan let them go so easily? He flashed and disappeared from the spot in an instant.
The next moment, he appeared in front of the fleeing enemies at a speed that was jaw-dropping.
The Overlord Spear in his hand ruthlessly reaped their lives. Wherever the tip of the spear passed, blood splattered, dyeing the earth red.
The battlefield was filled with a strong smell of blood, which was disgusting.
At Tang Lan's feet were piled up enemy corpses, layer upon layer, like a small hill.
He was like a Shura walking out of hell, covered in blood, yet still exuding a chilling aura.
"Tang Lan is so strong!"
Ma Xiaotao's gaze fell on Tang Lan, her beautiful eyes shining brightly, and her bright eyes were full of wonder and admiration.
She opened her red lips slightly and murmured to herself:
"Such a powerful strength and such a fierce offensive are truly astonishing."
Tang Ya stood aside, her hands unconsciously clenched, her pretty face flushed with excitement, and said:
"With Brother Tang Lan here, we will surely be able to defeat these enemies!"
Yu'er also nodded, with a determined light in her eyes, and said:
"Yes, watching him fight bravely on the battlefield makes my blood boil."
Jiang Nannan pursed her lips slightly, with a gentle smile on her face, and said softly:
"Brother Tang Lan has always been so powerful. He seems to be a god of war born for battle. With him charging ahead, we cannot show weakness."
At this time, Tang Lan on the battlefield was still as majestic as ever. The Overlord Spear in his hand was like a deadly weapon, and every swing brought a bloody storm.
Those enemies in front of him were like fragile ants and could not withstand his powerful attack at all.