Chapter 309: Dai Mubai who still refuses to give up (first update, 3000 words, please subscribe!)
The Soul Masters died in an instant, the Soul Sect held out for one more second, and the Soul King held out for two more seconds.
However, it cannot change their fate of being completely consumed by the ultimate power of death.
The Soul Emperors were slightly better. Their soul power began to change from gaseous to liquid, allowing them to use their soul power to offset the erosion of the body by the extreme death attribute.
But it's just a drop in the bucket.
Their power is still too weak, and they are visibly following in the footsteps of those Soul Masters.
After Fang Ling unfolded the Death Domain, he directly activated his Martial Soul Incarnation. The domain was instantly upgraded and exerted its full effect.
The diffused grey light gave off a thick grey fog that blocked the senses.
The fog obscured the eyes of the soul master corps, and visibility was less than 50 centimeters.
The mist, which is the condensation of the ultimate power of death, erodes soul power and mental strength, and the released soul skills will also be destroyed.
His senses were sealed, his body was severely eroded by the force, and he wanted to fight, but he couldn't find the target of his attack.
The one whose senses were sealed felt a momentary rage in his heart, but as the ashes spread around his feet, panic ensued.
Their hearts were trembling, their livers were shaking, and their first thought was to run, the farther the better! Even if it meant betraying the Xing Luo Empire, they had to give up this battle.
However, only Soul Emperors and Soul Saints have this ability.
A trapped and locked Soul Emperor tried to escape by teleporting, but in the vibrating space, he was shocked to find that his soul skills were ineffective.
He tried again, but was crushed into a Soul Emperor by the constantly vibrating space waves, and even the hardest bones in the human body were broken into pieces.
Some Soul Saints tried to break out of the blockade, but were locked up tightly.
Fang Ling’s current strength is enough to rival a peak Douluo at level ninety-seven. These mediocre people cannot break out even if they activate their spirit bodies.
The Soul Saint's soul power, which had already turned into liquid, still had enough energy to attack. While resisting the erosion of the ultimate power of death, he released long-range soul skills to try his luck.
There were actually a few that almost hit us.
But Fang Ling's eighth soul ring flashed, activating the soul skill from the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, the field of time and space.
The space-time domain involves both time and space, and currently there is only one skill called time-related backtracking.
Fang Ling cannot observe time directly, so developing time skills is relatively difficult.
But space is not like this.
As a being with spatial perception, his control over space is no weaker than that of death.
Before, one could only use the Scythe of Death to indirectly cut through the world and swing the Space Slash.
The existence of the space-time domain allows him to interfere with space to the greatest extent!
This is his independent little world. Fang Ling distorted the space within it, allowing the Soul Saint's long-range attacks to fall on his own people.
The people here are not that talented, and they don't have any fields. They are completely trapped and unable to escape.
If they wanted to try their luck and beat Fang Ling to escape, then they should just beat their own people! They knew their own people's moves, and after repeated attempts, they were afraid to take action for a while. As a result, they were eroded faster by the concentrated extreme death force, and their soul power consumption increased dramatically.
These people were in despair and caught in a dilemma.
Fang Ling went to deal with the Eight-Ring Soul Douluo.
This is a Soul Douluo from the White Tiger Clan, and Dai Mubai received support from the Emperor.
He was originally the commander of a soul master corps. Although his soul power was far less powerful than Fang Ling's, it was not weak.
He also possesses considerable power and knowledge in the country.
Baihu recognized the territory with a look of horror, and after a simple attempt he instantly experienced all the special effects.
Eight hundred thousand year spirit rings were truly too incredible. Even if one racked his brains, he could not imagine that someone could have such a configuration.
Coupled with this super domain that is almost equivalent to the combination of multiple soul skills, he immediately realized that he had offended someone he shouldn't have offended.
Damn it, how could there be such a strong person in this world! Is there still law? Is there still justice? White Tiger Soul Douluo thought he was well-informed, but after searching all the memories in his brain, he found nothing even in ancient books! This is going to go to heaven, Dai Mubai, this bastard, really screwed me over.
White Tiger Soul Douluo cursed Dai Mubai as a bastard. He had already made up his mind that if by any chance he could go back, he would immediately impeach Dai Mubai with all his strength.
Maintaining his martial spirit's true form, he shouted loudly: "Fang Ling, I admit defeat in this battle, let me go!"
White Tiger Soul Douluo is reluctant to give up his own rights. He is only seventy years old and has the possibility of advancing to Titled Douluo. He does not want to die just like that.
Next to him is the Soul Saint of the Netherworld Spirit Cat clan. The two have a close relationship and at first glance they look like a couple who can perform the soul fusion technique, the Netherworld White Tiger.
Fang Ling appeared in front of them, his cold eyes without a trace of emotion: "All the soul masters below the Soul Emperor have fallen, the Soul Emperor is struggling, and the Soul Sage is resisting in vain. Get rid of you so that I can clean them up. It's time to get on the road."
There was a hint of pleading in the White Tiger Soul Saint's tone as he complained, "This war was all Dai Mubai's fault. The Emperor ordered me to provide support. What can I do as a subject?"
"Let us go, and we will never be your enemy again."
The Netherworld Spirit Cat Soul Saint also begged for mercy: "For Zhu Qing's sake, please let us go."
Fang Ling's eyes flashed with surprise: "From your martial spirit, I can see that you are a member of Zhu Qing's clan. Who are you to her? What is your relationship with her?"
If she really had done Zhuqing some favor, then it would not be a problem to let her go. There are enough undead spirits, and she is not the only one needed.
Netherworld Spirit Cat Soul Saint: "I am one of her people."
Fang Ling: "Is he just a member of the clan? How is the relationship? Has he done anything indebted to Zhu Qing?"
There are so many people in the tribe, but this person has no relatives, which means they are not closely related.
But since he dared to speak, he might have a favor to do for Zhuqing.
Her Soul Saint nodded hurriedly: "Zhu Qing was protected by me when she went to the Tiandou Empire. I was her cultivation teacher."
A ray of mental power appeared in Zhu Qing's mind, and after a brief inquiry, it was confirmed.
Fang Ling controlled the mist to disperse a path and released the lock on her: "Okay, then you can go."
"What about me? What about me?" White Tiger Soul Douluo was a little anxious.
"You are the main force in this battle. Do you still want to live?" Fang Ling's murderous eyes made the Netherworld Spirit Cat Soul Saint choke back the words he wanted to help beg for mercy.
The soul is trembling and howling in despair. It can't say any more, otherwise it will die.
As soon as this thought appeared in her mind, it grew wildly in her mind like a weed and could not be stopped.
He was getting taller and taller, which made her feel confused and frightened.
"Why do you, such a peerless genius with the talent to become a hundred-level god, want to embarrass a small person like me?" The White Tiger Soul Douluo did not want to confront Fang Ling like this.
When he saw the eight hundred thousand year soul rings, he knew that he had absolutely no hope of winning.
"You are not a nobody." Fang Ling shook his head, "Go on your way with peace of mind."
However, the Netherworld Spirit Cat Soul Saint, who had originally wanted to run away, somehow mustered up the courage after hearing these words and changed his mind.
She did not leave along the only road, but stood there and stuck closely to the White Tiger Soul Douluo.
Both of them released their martial spirit forms.
What appeared in front of Fang Ling was a middle-aged man with broad shoulders, a strong back, and a strong build. His temples were beginning to turn gray, but he was still strong and powerful.
The other woman had deep wrinkles on her face, but her bone structure still revealed some of her beauty when she was young.
They stood together, hugging each other, and light began to emanate from their bodies.
It was obviously a last-ditch effort.
"Because of love?" Fang Ling nodded slightly, feeling a little admiration in his heart, "If that's the case, then I will send you to hell together."
"The Pope said that life and death are determined by fate, and no one can save you."
What appeared in front of Fang Ling again was a huge white tiger.
It has white fur and black stripes, purple eyes, wings on its back, and a body that is like crystal and appears translucent.
With a height of 25 meters, the fluctuation of soul power is roughly equivalent to that of a Titled Douluo at level 94 or 95.
Unfortunately, it’s nothing to Fang Ling.
The purple glow with black stars wrapped around the sickle blade of the dying year, and the fusion of mental power and soul power also covered the sickle blade in an instant.
Energy flows through the huge tiger, emitting an unstoppable aura like a tiger roaring through the mountains.
Unfortunately, the weakness of the energy body is obvious.
Fang Ling was flying in the air, slashing at the weak points repeatedly. A section of the Netherworld White Tiger's body broke apart due to lack of energy supply.
In addition to the death skill Final Slash and the Ring Explosion, he used the fastest way to win -
The third soul ring flashed continuously, teleporting around the white tiger, dismembering it with the law-breaking blade and mental combat skills.
At the same time, Fang Ling occasionally distorted the space to divert the attacks launched by his teammates to the Nether White Tiger.
Without a head-on collision, the power of death completely covered the Nether White Tiger, then stuck firmly to it and corroded it.
Fang Ling's proactive attack caused a severe loss of their soul power.
The final fierce blow directly cut off the head of the Netherworld White Tiger.
The Netherworld White Tiger disappeared, and two figures with exhausted soul power supported each other and barely stood.
"Goodbye, I'll see you again soon."
Fang Ling did not give them any time to reminisce. He chopped down the sickle, killing the two men instantly.
Their souls were absorbed into the realm of the dead and gradually began their transformation into the dead.
The same thing happened to the other Soul Saints. Fang Ling did the same thing and killed five in total.
He killed everyone except Dai Mubai, then put away the domain.
All the gray mist transformed by the ultimate power of death was taken back, and the scene in the area could finally be seen by people outside.
What was presented to everyone was an empty venue. The only person in the center who was trembling with fear was Dai Mubai.
There were no corpses, no broken limbs, only ashes completely corroded by death scattered on the ground.
"How, how is this possible!"
Dai Mubai's voice was extremely hoarse, his eyes were trembling, and his spirit was severely damaged.
Seeing this scene, his legs went weak, the White Tiger's might completely disappeared, the passive spirit possession was lifted, and he almost fell to his knees.
He arrived with full confidence, leading an army of three thousand soul masters, and even had a Titled Douluo-level Netherworld White Tiger.
So many soul masters were defeated by Fang Ling's domain in an instant.
This is three thousand!
"How is it impossible? You have lost, and I will show mercy and let you go. Go away." Fang Ling saw through his cowardice and waved his hand.
He gained a lot of points and was in a good mood.
The eight bright red hundred thousand year soul rings were still rotating slowly, making him look like the supreme, great, noble and majestic god.
To everyone's surprise, Dai Mubai did not accept this kindness. Instead, his eyes turned bloodshot and he roared and ordered:
"No, I don't believe you don't have any consumption!"
"All troops attack, kill Fang Ling, kill the enemies of the empire!"
(End of this chapter)
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