Chapter 808 No One Can Stop It

Tang Lan roared angrily, and the sound seemed to penetrate the clouds and shatter the sky.

He rushed towards Ghost Shadow Douluo like lightning in an instant, so fast that only a shadow was left in the air.

As Tang Lan wielded the Overlord Spear, the spear body shone with a dazzling light, which was like the scorching sun in the sky, making it impossible to look directly at it.

Wherever the tip of the gun passed, tiny cracks were torn into space, and it pierced towards Ghost Shadow Douluo with the momentum of destroying the world.

Ghost Douluo widened his eyes in horror, his pupils filled with fear and despair.

He tried to dodge the fatal blow, but he was too injured and his movements were slow.

All I could do was watch the tip of the gun getting closer and closer.

Tang Lan wanted to kill Ghost Douluo.

at this time,

Suddenly, there was a violent fluctuation of soul power in the sky, and that fluctuation was like a surging sea wave.

Wave after wave, impacting the hearts of everyone present.

Then,

I saw a group of figures flashing out like ghosts.

Their appearance instantly broke the tense yet balanced situation.

It turned out that a large group of Soul Douluo and Soul Saints from the Holy Spirit Church and the four great empires appeared.

They stood densely in the air, and their numbers were so large that it was simply dazzling.

They covered the sky like a dark cloud; their powerful auras intertwined to form a suffocating pressure.

They surrounded Tang Lan and the others, and the tight encirclement was like an indestructible wall.

Everyone's face was filled with murderous intent.

It was the resolute look of a veteran who had fought in many battles and was ready to face death.

Among them, a leading Contra of the Holy Spirit Church shouted loudly:

"Don't hurt anyone from my sect! Otherwise, I will make sure you die without a burial place!"

His voice was like the sound of a huge bell, echoing in the sky and making people's eardrums hurt.

His face was covered with hideous lines, which were the result of practicing evil skills for a long time, making people feel intimidated.

The Soul Douluos of the four great empires also shouted in unison:

"Don't even think about letting this go peacefully! If you go against us, you will only end up dead!"

Their voices were in unison, full of threat and intimidation.

They were dressed in the gorgeous armor of their respective empires, and the runes on the armor glowed with mysterious light, showing their dignity and power.

Seeing this, Tang Lan frowned, and his two sword-like eyebrows seemed to be twisted together.

But he gripped the Overlord Spear even tighter in his hand, so tight that his knuckles turned white from the force.

He looked around, his eyes as cold as snow, and sneered:

"You guys think you can stop me? You really overestimate your abilities!"

His voice was full of disdain and contempt, as if these powerful enemies before him were nothing more than a group of mobs in his eyes.

Xingchen Douluo and Ghost Scythe Douluo took the opportunity to retreat into the crowd with smug smiles on their faces.

Xingchen Douluo panted and said, "Humph, let's see how long this brat can be so arrogant."

There was a gleam of gloating in his eyes, as if he had already seen the tragic end that Tang Lan was about to face.

Ghost Scythe Douluo echoed, "With so many experts here, he can't escape! He's dead this time."

The Soul Douluo of the Holy Spirit Church glared at him angrily, as if fire was about to burst out of his eyes:

"Arrogant boy, today I will let you see how powerful we are! I will let you know that there are always people who are better than you and there are always higher things beyond your reach!"

He formed seals with his hands, and a black soul power condensed into a huge skull in front of him, exuding a terrifying aura.

After that, all Soul Douluo and Soul Saint released their martial souls and soul power.

For a time,

There was a gleam of light in the sky, and colorful lights intertwined together, forming a gorgeous yet terrifying picture.

The soul power raged and the wind howled, as if it was going to tear the world apart.

A more intense and cruel war is about to break out.

Tang Ya, Jiang Nannan, Ma Xiaotao and others saw so many people from the Holy Spirit Church and the four great empires appear.

His expression changed slightly in an instant.

His already tense expression was now filled with worry and panic.

They knew that the Holy Spirit Church and the four great empires had sent people, but they did not expect that there would be so many masters.

And each one of them exudes such a powerful and heart-pounding aura!

Tang Ya's small hands tightly grasped the corner of her clothes, which was wrinkled by her.

There was an uncontrollable tremor in his voice:

"What can we do? They are so numerous and powerful, what should we do? This is simply a nightmare!"

Jiang Nannan bit her lips, leaving a shallow white mark, but her eyes were firm as she said:

"No matter what, we can't back down. We must stand together with Tang Lan!"

"Even if we die in battle, we must never lose our dignity and courage!"

Ma Xiaotao took a deep breath, trying to calm her pounding heart a little, and said,

"Don't be afraid, the more critical the moment, the more we need to stay calm."

"Let's take a look at the situation first, adapt to the situation, and look for the enemy's weaknesses."

Ice Bear Douluo, Time Douluo and Falling Sword Soul Douluo all looked solemn, their brows tightly furrowed.

They knew very well that this battle would be extremely difficult, and might even be a battle of life and death.

Ice Bear Douluo said in a deep voice: "Everyone, be careful and don't act rashly. Protect yourself well, then you will have a chance to fight back."

There was a hint of seriousness and caution in his powerful voice.

Time Douluo slowly swept his eyes over the crowd, his eyes filled with encouragement and hope, and he slowly said:

"As long as we unite as one, trust each other, and cooperate with each other, we may not be powerless."

"Although the enemy is strong, we are no pushovers!"

Falling Sword Soul Douluo tightly grasped the sword in his hand. The sword body trembled slightly because he used too much force. The soul power in his body surged like a tide. He said loudly:

"Let's fight! The worst that can happen is I'll die, and I'll be a hero again in 18 years!"

At this time, the people from the Holy Spirit Church and the four great empires have begun to press forward step by step.

With every step they took forward, the intense pressure was like a mountain pressing down on their heads, making it almost impossible for them to breathe.

Tang Lan's eyes were as sharp as torches, like two burning flames, scanning the enemies around him fiercely.

His soul power surged again, shining brightly like a scorching sun, preparing for this extremely cruel battle.

The gloomy sky was filled with dark clouds, making it almost hard to breathe.

The howling wind swept across the entire battlefield, raising a cloud of dust.

"No one can stop me today!"

Tang Lan held his head high and roared loudly.

The sound was like rolling thunder, exploding across the vast sky and earth, carrying with it a majestic momentum that broke through the sky and unparalleled firm determination.

His face was slightly distorted due to extreme anger, and his eyes were burning with rage.

It seemed as if it wanted to burn all the obstacles in front of it.