Chapter 735: Death Battle!

This decisive battle at Wuhun City became the most heavily inked stroke in the history books of later generations.

No one expected the outcome to be so tragic, and even fewer expected that the Evil Soul Masters would be forcibly blocked outside the city gates by ordinary people using their own corpses.

Even with the Spirit Hall, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, those affiliated sects, and even the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family, all of their Spirit Douluo and Title Douluo took to the field, joining the Spirit Master army, yet they could only hold back half of the Evil Soul Masters.

As for the rest, they could only be filled by ordinary people sacrificing their lives.

No one thought that the weakest, most overlooked, and most numerous group of people on the Dalu could erupt with such terrifying power.

It was as if they were inexhaustible; they simply used their bodies to drain the soul power of the Evil Soul Masters, and in the end, relied on hand-to-hand combat to eliminate the enemy.

The casualty ratio was not as exaggerated as the one-hundred-to-one that Tang San had envisioned.

Facts proved that when an army possesses a Spirit, momentum alone can bridge the gap in strength.

Who has ever seen such a desperate army, who has ever seen people who, even when struck by a soul skill, would still bare their fangs and claws to pounce over and bite you?

Piling up lives, fighting with their lives, the final result was that the Evil Soul Masters were frightened out of their wits; it only took twenty or thirty people to fight to the death to take down one Evil Soul Master.

This casualty ratio shocked Tang San, who was in the shadows.

Although he could use various Hidden Weapons to reduce the enemy's high-level combatants, he could not withstand such astonishing consumption by the Evil Soul Masters.

If not for the Asura God giving him the power to directly take the lives of these Evil Soul Masters, this Evil Soul Master army would have collapsed long ago.

Even so, the combat effectiveness of the Evil Soul Masters was continuously declining.

They were evil, they were ruthless, like a pride of lions, but they had encountered a more ruthless pack of wolves, and the opponent's numbers were ten times greater.

The slaughter lasted for an entire day.

After one day, the smoke-filled battlefield had become like purgatory.

Corpses lay everywhere, blood flowed like rivers, all kinds of miserable bodies lay scattered about, and the stench was pungent.

Now, both sides of the battlefield were almost entirely composed of the severely wounded.

Because all available combat strength had already been committed, no one could be an exception.

"Huhu..."

Before the city gate, dozens of figures were panting, covered in bloodstains, yet they remained firmly nailed in front of the gate.

Opposite them, nearly a thousand high-level Evil Soul Masters watched covetously, but their expressions could not hide their exhaustion.

"Will you... still not surrender?"

Tang San said from among the Evil Soul Masters: "Must you really fight until everyone dies here?"

Bibi Dong fiercely wiped away the blood on her cheek and just gave a cold snort: "Who will emerge victorious is not yet known."

"Ridiculous," Tang San sneered: "These Evil Soul Masters mean nothing to me, but your vital strength has been almost completely exhausted."

"So what..."

The Seven Kill Sword was stuck in the ground, stained with blood; Jian Douluo supported the hilt with both hands, and even though his expression was listless, his sharpness remained undiminished: "While the sword lives, the person lives; if the sword dies, the person dies. As long as we have a single breath left, don't even think about stepping half a step into Wuhun City!"

Ning Fengzhi stood beside him, still holding the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, providing power support to those around him.

"Even if we fight to the last person, as long as we can annihilate the Evil Soul Masters here, our merit will last for ages."

His and Jian Douluo's calm demeanor infected many people behind them.

Thus, the few remaining flickers of hesitation turned into determination.

Living a life, whether one chooses to bloom with a momentary, brilliant radiance or to grow old in mediocrity, often lies in the choice made in that single thought.

Boiling blood flowed within their chests, fearless and undaunted!

"Ridiculous!"

Facing the still-high morale in front of him, Tang San suddenly revealed a strange smile: "Do you think my power is only these controlled Evil Soul Masters?"

"Bang!"

A beam of soul power shot straight into the sky.

Bibi Dong and the others felt a chill in their hearts.

The next moment, hundreds of Spirit Master figures emerged, rushing toward the city gate at high speed.

"These are... the Clear Sky Sect disciples who escaped last time!"

Seeing Tang Xiao and Tang Hao leading them, along with the Elders of the Clear Sky Sect, Bibi Dong could not help but turn cold.

A few hundred Spirit Masters might not be much in normal times, but in this endgame, it was enough to overturn the battle!

Not to mention that there were peak combatants like Tang Xiao and Tang Hao!

Sensing the aura on Tang Hao, Bibi Dong knew he had recovered.

"Is it really... a desperate situation..." Ning Fengzhi muttered.

Jian Douluo's expression was solemn: "Then let us continue to kill."

"Kill! ——"

Knowing it was a desperate situation, yet not one person retreated.

The dim, yellow sunset light dyed the earth in a layer of tragedy, as if it were the curtain call of an era, and darkness would eventually shroud this Dalu...

"Ninth Soul Skill..."

Just at this moment, under the illumination of nine-colored light, a pale pink figure suddenly appeared in the center of the field.

"Space Confinement, Void... Eight-Stage Throw!"

The next moment, the figure blurred.

Tang San, Tang Xiao, and Tang Hao, along with several Elders of the Clear Sky Sect, had barely reacted before they found themselves bound by space, and then a long leg seemed to kick them in the waist all at once.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The figures of seven or eight Title Douluo flew backward.

The next moment, the pale pink figure split into seven, kicking all the Title Douluo into the sky again from bottom to top.

Xiao Wu's Spirit Avatar, manifesting seven phantoms of herself!

"Puff, puff, puff..."

For a time, the entire sky was filled with the golden flashes of her Teleportation, accompanied by bursts of miserable screams.

With the ultimate amplification of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, combined with the Space Confinement ability, she single-handedly unleashed a set of explosive Eight-Stage Throws on seven or eight Title Douluo!

"Final strike!"

Thud, thud, thud...

One figure after another was kicked down from high in the sky, smashing circular craters into the ground.

The world went quiet.

"Hum, hum, hum."

As their Soul Rings flickered, ten figures descended before Bibi Dong, Jian Douluo, and the others.

"You are..."

Bibi Dong and the others did not react for a moment.

"Father, it's us."

Ning Rongrong turned her head back: "They are all Title Douluo from Sea God Island."

Her gaze involuntarily swept over the devastated land and those miserable corpses, and her expression slowly turned heavy.

"Rongrong!"

Ning Fengzhi looked at the nine Soul Rings on her body; his surprise reached such an extreme that it turned into shock: "You, you, you have become a Title Douluo?!"

"Mm, thanks to Brother Jian taking us to Sea God Island, now both Xiao Wu and I are Title Douluo, and we are also High Priests of Sea God Island," Ning Rongrong said.

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath to slightly calm the raging waves in his heart.

Afterwards, his gaze was drawn to Hailong Douluo and the others, and he, along with Bibi Dong and Jian Douluo, could not help but heave a sigh of relief.

"Ten Title Douluo; our pressure can be reduced significantly," Ning Fengzhi said.

Ning Rongrong nodded and glanced toward the front.

There, Tang San and the others had already jumped out of the pits.

Xiao Wu's set of physical attacks was intended to interrupt; it was a classic case of low damage but high insult.

They had rushed out excitedly to clean up the mess, but the Title Douluo in the lead were thrown all over the ground, and the Clear Sky Sect Spirit Masters behind them were beaten back by the Sea God Island Title Douluo.

It could be called an inauspicious start.

"Xiao Wu... is it you..."

Tang San's gaze locked onto the pale pink figure.

She had become more beautiful and taller, yet she stood on the opposing side...

This girl whom he had once... truly wanted to treat as a younger sister.

(End of chapter)