Eighth Soul Skill: Blood Boiling!
Right at the start, Ling Yuan's pitch-black eighth spirit ring lit up.
Flaming arrows, like blood, rained down upon the earth.
Wherever it swept, everything was burned to ashes.
In just a few moments, the ditch transformed into a world resembling purgatory.
The snakes hissed pitifully, writhing as they turned to ashes in the flames, leaving not a trace.
In no time at all, the snakes were cleared away, leaving behind a man-made tunnel that had been burned black.
"It took a lot of manpower, let's go down."
After saying that, Xiao Chenyu jumped down first, and A Yin stayed close to him.
The other three Title Douluos, like ghosts, landed on the ground even faster than Xiao Chenyu, protecting him in the center as he landed.
“Holy Son, this should be on the surface, but there are no cavities within ten meters below.”
Yue Guan pressed his palm against the ground, channeling his soul power inward. The roots of the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum penetrated deeper, and soon he received feedback.
"It looks like this is a connecting passage, linking the lower town of Condon behind us on one side and the mountain in front of us on the other."
Xiao Chenyu gazed at the mountain peak before him. Although his attack had caused a great deal of damage, it was not enough to completely change the terrain of a mountain.
The mountain peak where the East City Cemetery is located is only a deep ravine.
"Holy Son, shall we continue forward?"
Seeing Xiao Chenyu looking ahead, Yue Guan already knew the other's decision.
"Downtown Condon is full of people, and it's their stronghold. There's no need to get involved. Since they've set up a stronghold at their doorstep and extended an invitation, it would be a shame not to give it a try."
Xiao Chenyu's lips curled slightly as he took the first step forward, with A Yin following closely behind as always.
Behind them, the three titled Douluo wore confident smiles and continued walking straight ahead without stopping.
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