The moment they saw Long Yue, the hearts of Nether Thunder Douluo and the others sank halfway.
They had originally come to massacre the village, to prove that Shrek Academy in the Sky was not omnipotent, but now it seemed they were going to exit early.
Nether Thunder Douluo's gaze locked firmly onto Long Yue, a flash of horror sweeping across his eyes.
You must know that the opponent was an eight-ring Spirit Douluo. They couldn't even beat the Five-Ring Soul King and Six-Ring Spirit Emperor of Shrek Academy in the Sky, so how on earth were they supposed to fight when encountering a Spirit Douluo?
Nether Thunder Douluo clenched his teeth tightly, subconsciously glancing at Netherworld Douluo beside him, only to find that the other's expression was equally pale.
The two exchanged a glance, acutely aware that even if everyone added together, they were no match for Long Yue, so they subconsciously wanted to escape; scattering in all directions might still give them a sliver of survival.
Right at this moment, the pillar of light behind Long Yue suddenly erupted with a dazzling radiance, rapidly spreading in all directions. In just the blink of an eye, that radiance transformed into a huge encirclement, completely shrouding Nether Thunder Douluo, Netherworld Douluo, and those few Spirit Saint Evil Soul Masters within it.
Nether Thunder Douluo spun around abruptly, attempting to rush outside the pillar of light, but when his figure collided with that wall of light, it was as if he had crashed into an indestructible wall, his entire body directly bounced back, staggering a few steps before stabilizing his footing.
His pupils suddenly contracted. He couldn't get out.
Netherworld Douluo also tried once, and the result was the same.
A hint of panic finally surfaced within those cold and gloomy eyes of his, and his withered, thin arm trembled slightly, clearly not having expected such an outcome.
The few Spirit Saint Evil Soul Masters were even more ashen-faced. They looked at each other, then looked at that wall of light, and then looked at Long Yue; the fear in their hearts surged up like a tide.
Only two outcomes were left for them: either kill Long Yue in front of them, then escape from here and die somewhere else, or all die right here.
But kill Long Yue? They didn't even dare to think about it.
Nether Thunder Douluo glanced at Netherworld Douluo. As their gazes intersected, both saw that trace of despair in each other's eyes.
Yet despair was despair; in the end, they were still unwilling to resign themselves to fate like this. After all, when they came out, they had already possessed this kind of resolve.
Nether Thunder Douluo let out a low shout, the Spirit Power within his body suddenly erupting.
Two yellow, two purple, and five black—nine Spirit Rings rose successively from beneath his feet, revolving slowly around his body.
Although he was only a Rank 92 Titled Douluo, he was simultaneously a Level 9 Soul Engineer. The superposition of these two identities made his combat power far exceed that of Spirit Masters of the same Rank.
This was also one of the reasons why he was able to have a say within the Holy Spirit Cult.
Seeing this, Netherworld Douluo at the side also gritted his teeth and similarly released his Spirit. A pitch-black longsword condensed within the palm of his hand, a faint cold radiance flowing along the surface of the sword as if it could swallow all the surrounding light.
Nine Spirit Rings similarly rose beneath his feet: two yellow, three purple, and four black.
Netherworld Douluo's Spirit Power Rank was one Rank higher than Nether Thunder Douluo's, but his Spirit Ring configuration was somewhat inferior instead. That purple Fifth Spirit Ring appeared particularly glaring at this moment.
The remaining few Spirit Saint-level Evil Soul Masters also grew nervous one after another, each releasing their own Spirits and Spirit Rings, their gazes fixed intently on Long Yue.
Looking at their appearance of facing a formidable enemy, Long Yue was not in a hurry to make a move.
He tilted his bald head, his gaze sweeping across those rising Spirit Rings, and a smile split across the corners of his mouth.
"Ready? Then I'm going to start."
Long Yue let out a low shout. Amidst the surging Spirit Power within his body, he abruptly raised both hands, palms facing the sky, making a posture of lifting something up.
"First Spirit Skill, High Mountain."
As his words fell, a terrifying energy fluctuation suddenly erupted from the palms of his hands.
Following that, the phantom of a towering mountain soared into the sky. The entire mountain presented a grayish-brown color, as if it were truly a high mountain plucked straight from the ground.
Of course, this was not a real mountain and river, but to this group of Evil Soul Masters present, the sense of oppression emitted by that mountain phantom was far too real.
Nether Thunder Douluo and Netherworld Douluo exchanged a glance; they couldn't wait any longer.
"Attack!"
Nether Thunder Douluo roared fiercely, simultaneously raising his hand to take out an attacking-type Spirit Tool shaped like a thunder hammer. That Spirit Tool was entirely purple-black in color; as his Spirit Power was injected into it, bursts of crackling electric light instantly burst forth from upon the Spirit Tool. (Only three Level 9 defensive Spirit Tools were mentioned in the original work, and attacking Spirit Tools were not mentioned)
"Fifth Spirit Ability, Hell Thunder Roar!"
Nether Thunder Douluo's voice was violent. He abruptly swung that thunder hammer forward, and streams of substantive Nether Thunder burst forth from that Spirit Tool, carrying a harsh sound resembling the shrieks of Hell, rushing fiercely toward the direction where Long Yue was with winding electric snakes.
This was Nether Thunder Douluo's customary combat style: infusing the Nether Thunder power of his Spirit into the Spirit Tool, and by utilizing the amplification effect of the Spirit Tool, elevating the power of an already quite formidable Spirit Ability to yet another level.
At the same time, Netherworld Douluo also moved.
"Third Soul Skill, Netherworld Myriad Blades!"
The Netherworld Sword in his hand vibrated violently, and a dazzling black light burst forth from the sword's body. That light rapidly split apart, transforming into tens of thousands of tiny sword phantoms, pouring down toward Long Yue's direction like a torrential rain.
Those sword phantoms were pitch-black all over, with faint cold radiances flowing along their edges, every single one carrying a sharpness qi sufficient to slice through steel.
They covered all dodging spaces around Long Yue, as if wanting to shred him and that mountain phantom together.
The remaining few Spirit Saint-level Evil Soul Masters also began outputting one after another, the lights of various Spirit Abilities intertwining together and blasting toward Long Yue.
Although their strength was far from as formidable as Nether Thunder Douluo and Netherworld Douluo, they had the advantage of numbers. A dozen-plus Spirit Abilities blasted out simultaneously, and the scene did have quite a bit of momentum.
However, all the attacks falling upon that high mountain of Long Yue were like clay oxen entering the sea, failing to stir up even the slightest ripple.
Nether Thunder Douluo's Hell Thunder Roar blasted onto the mountain body, and those Nether Thunder electric snakes struggled twice before dissipating without a trace. Netherworld Douluo's myriads of sword phantoms pierced into the mountain body, leaving only shallow white scars before shattering into spots of light and dissipating into the air. As for the attacks of those Spirit Saints, they didn't even break the outer skin of the mountain body.
Everyone was stunned.
Nether Thunder Douluo's pupils contracted sharply. He looked in disbelief at that towering mountain phantom, looking at his opponent who was completely unscathed under that single blow of his, and an extremely intense sense of powerlessness surged within his heart.
How could this be?
What is there to fight here? Do you have to cheat this ruthlessly?
At this time, Long Yue's thick and robust right arm clenched abruptly, light condensing within his palm, and a double-pointed spear rapidly took shape.
That spear was over ten meters long, presenting a brownish-brown color all over. Both of its ends were sharp spearheads, and the middle section was as thick as an ordinary human's waist. The entire spear emitted a sense of primitive and violent power.
Long Yue grasped that spear in his hand. That massive volume, paired with his equally stalwart body, actually produced a bizarre sense of harmony.
He slightly adjusted the angle of his grip, and then his gaze landed upon Nether Thunder Douluo.
A chill ran down Nether Thunder Douluo's spine.
Almost subconsciously, he raised his hand to take out a Level 9 defensive Spirit Tool—the Invincible Barrier.
"Hum—"
A light golden barrier unfolded around Nether Thunder Douluo.
The next moment, Long Yue directly waved the spear in his hand, the spear emitting a dull sonic boom in the air. The crowd of Spirit Saints and even Netherworld Douluo touched by the spear were instantly transformed into bloody mist.
Even Nether Thunder Douluo's Invincible Barrier shattered into countless pieces in an instant. Nether Thunder Douluo didn't even have time to make any reaction before the tip of that spear had already pierced straight through his chest.
Long Yue flicked his wrist, and the spear swept horizontally. The ten-meter-long spear body drew a complete circular arc in the air.
"Puff—"
Bloody mist filled the air.