The moment Huo Yuhao's voice fell, two burly figures suddenly darted out from behind him, stopping steadily at a position more than ten meters away.
Sunlight shone from the side, casting long shadows of the two figures, one in front and one behind, like two silent mountains blocking Huo Yuhao's path.
Huo Yuhao sized up the two; they were both tall and burly middle-aged men he had never seen before.
The aura on them did not have a cold or evil scent, so they should not be Evil Soul Masters.
He asked, "Who are you two? Why are you following me?"
Xiong Jun spoke first, "We are from Shrek Academy."
This sentence directly silenced Huo Yuhao.
He stood there stunned for a moment, unable to respond for a while. This was definitely an answer he had not expected at all, and it was actually a pretext that Xiong Jun and Er Ming had come up with after discussion.
At first, Er Ming did not agree. After all, Tang San had once been a member of Shrek Academy, and using Shrek's name to do such things made him feel somewhat inappropriate.
But Xiong Jun did not care about this. He said that since Shrek Academy was already destroyed, there was nothing wrong with borrowing its name.
Er Ming thought about it and felt that what Xiong Jun said indeed made some sense.
He did not have much affection for Shrek Academy itself; what he cared about was only Tang San. Since Shrek was now just a ruin and the name was vacant, there was nothing wrong with borrowing it.
Xiong Jun's tone carried a layer of deliberately released ruthlessness as he continued, "Shrek Academy was destroyed, and Qiangu Dongfeng cannot escape responsibility. We are here today to take revenge."
Upon hearing this, Huo Yuhao was speechless.
If Qiangu Dongfeng couldn't escape responsibility, why come looking for him? He wasn't on good terms with Qiangu Dongfeng either!
Before he could say more, the anger on Er Ming's face was no longer hidden.
His thick eyebrows were tightly knitted, and his gaze landed on Huo Yuhao's face, carrying a nearly tangible fierce light. He said in a low voice, "Why waste words with him? Just attack!"
Before his words fell, his aura erupted like a volcano with its lid blown off, and the thick Spirit Power fluctuations rippled out in the air in clearly visible patterns.
Huo Yuhao's expression changed instantly—another Super Douluo!
He couldn't help but complain in his heart, why didn't the enemies he encountered even include a regular Titled Douluo, and instead were all existences of this level right from the start?
However, there was no look of panic on Huo Yuhao's face. The moment he stood still and turned around, he already had a plan in mind.
He had already quietly sent an emergency distress signal to Leng Yaozhu through his Spirit Tool. As long as he could hold on for a period of time, reinforcements would arrive.
Opposite him, Xiong Jun had already made the first move, slapping a palm towards Huo Yuhao.
That palm looked plain and unremarkable, but Huo Yuhao felt as if a great mountain was crashing down from above his head. The heavy pressure squeezed the surrounding space, causing it to slightly distort.
Huo Yuhao's expression immediately became a few degrees more solemn; this person was actually also a Limit Douluo.
Facing an opponent of this level, he did not hesitate at all and immediately circulated the Spirit Power in his body.
Although his Spirit did not possess space attributes, after condensing his second Spirit core, he had begun to gradually comprehend spatial abilities that only Super Douluo could begin to master.
Under the coverage of that palm's majestic might, Huo Yuhao struggled to tear open a spatial rift, and his body instantly retreated dozens of meters away at the critical moment.
At the same time, the spirit rings under his feet lit up one by one, and the eighth one, orange-gold in color, suddenly burst into light.
Facing two enemies at the Super Douluo level, he dared not be the least bit arrogant and immediately used his newly fused eighth Spirit Ability.
It was also a good opportunity to test just what kind of power this Spirit Ability brought by the three-hundred-thousand-year Phantom Heart Demon Spider Spirit Soul had.
After missing his strike, Xiong Jun was about to attack again, but his movements suddenly paused. His whole person seemed to have been hit on the back of the head by an invisible heavy hammer, and he suddenly froze in place.
His gaze instantly became blurry and unfocused, and a trace of very faint fear flashed deep within his pupils, as if he had seen something that made him instinctively recoil.
He stood there stiffly, maintaining the posture of about to raise his hand, like a statue that had been pressed with a pause button.
Huo Yuhao's eighth Spirit Ability was named "False State of Mind".
This was one of the core innate abilities of the Phantom Heart Demon Spider, constructing a phantom Domain on the mental level and forcibly dragging the enemy's consciousness into it.
In this false World woven by mental force, the opponent would face the existence they feared most deep in their heart.
And every injury received and every bit of pain felt in that phantom World would be synchronously fed back to their true mental Origin.
The Phantom Heart Demon Spider was a master of playing with phantoms; it was best at molding fear into a blade. It never bit its prey itself, yet it could make the prey collapse on its own amidst endless mental trauma.
At this moment, deep in Xiong Jun's consciousness, the surrounding scene had completely changed.
He was standing in the core area of the Star Dou Great Forest; the trees were towering into the clouds, their branches and leaves blocking the sunlight, and the air was humid and heavy.
And not far opposite him, a figure was coldly watching him—it was the Beast God Di Tian.
Di Tian's expression was not as steady and calm as usual; instead, it carried an undisguised anger, with freezing killing intent surging in his golden dragon eyes.
Before Xiong Jun had time to figure out what was happening, a claw shadow that tore through space arrived, moving so fast that it was almost impossible to react.
Xiong Jun's expression changed suddenly—Dragon God Claw!
He recognized at a glance what kind of technique that was; the claw marks on his chest were left by Di Tian, so how could he not have a deep impression of them?
He had once challenged Di Tian, and the final result was that he almost died. This was the scene he feared most in his heart.
False State of Mind was a Spirit Ability similar to a Domain. While activating the Spirit Ability, Huo Yuhao also included Er Ming in the scope of the phantom.
Er Ming's movements also paused, and his eyes became blurry for a brief moment.
Huo Yuhao breathed a slight sigh of relief; as long as he could stall for some time, it would be fine.
However, to his surprise, Er Ming was only trapped for an instant, not even two breaths of time, before his gaze regained clarity.
Those stern eyes refocused, locking straight onto Huo Yuhao.
To be able to break free from the False State of Mind so quickly, there was only one possibility: the opponent's mental force was far superior to Huo Yuhao's.
Huo Yuhao's eyebrows knit tightly together, thinking in his heart that this burly man, who appeared to be a strength-type Spirit Master, had actually already stepped into the Divine Origin Realm?
But the opponent didn't even leave him time to think. Er Ming snorted coldly, and that thick palm reached straight towards Huo Yuhao.
His movements did not look fast, but at this moment, Huo Yuhao felt a sense of suffocation as if he had nowhere to dodge.
It was as if the whole World had frozen under this grab; the air turned into an invisible wall, trapping him firmly in place.
He wanted to tear through space and retreat, but he discovered that even space itself had been locked by some invisible power, and all his evasion methods had failed at this moment.
Di Tian's intention was to kill this Huo Yuhao directly, but Er Ming looked at the familiar face and felt that he should ask some things clearly, so he did not use lethal force right from the start.
Huo Yuhao's expression changed suddenly—this was the power of Law.
The opponent was not a Super Douluo at all; this was a genuine Limit Douluo.
Huo Yuhao's brain was spinning rapidly, thinking about how to break the situation.
Just at the moment when that claw was about to fall, a clear and resonant Phoenix cry came from afar, piercing through the sky—sharp and loud, like a sharp blade piercing through this frozen air.
Immediately after, a white-gold figure descended from the sky, carrying a sharp wind as it broke through the air, and steadily blocked in front of Huo Yuhao.
The white-gold four-word battle armor was surrounded by the lingering remnants of Phoenix flames that had not yet dissipated. The person who arrived was none other than Leng Yaozhu.
After receiving Huo Yuhao's distress signal, she immediately set off at full speed, and ultimately arrived at this critical moment
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