Chapter 227 Armistice
In an instant, countless dark arrows and golden light beams fell on She Long like a violent storm. These two skills are large-scale attack skills, and She Long could not dodge them at all with his speed.
In the end, She Long only let out a scream, and was blown away by the rain of arrows and golden light beams like a bird with broken wings, and his body was covered with wounds.
However, She Long was a Titled Douluo after all, and he also had a strong body with a beast spirit, and his defense was terrifyingly strong.
The pitch-black rain of arrows and the White Tiger Fierce Light Wave were only the sixth and second soul skills, which could only hurt She Long, but could not completely kill him.
Puff——
She Long felt a sweetness in his throat, spit out a mouthful of old blood, and released his spirit true body. Looking at the huge Star Luo Holy Tiger, his eyes were filled with murderous intent!
He cursed inwardly, "Damn it! I didn't expect this Trinity Spirit Fusion Technique to be so powerful, and my strength has dropped so drastically in this strange realm!"
At this moment, She Long was within the White Tiger's realm, his strength having dropped by a quarter, while Dai Weis and the other two's strength had doubled.
"My soul power is running low. I need to find a way to end this quickly, but first, I need to destroy that shattered armor!" She Long steeled himself, secretly gathering his soul power, preparing for a desperate fight.
Dai Weis's situation wasn't much better. Inside the Star Luo Holy Tiger, Zhu Zhuqing was already panting heavily, her soul power depleting at a rapid rate.
Dai Weis glanced at Zhu Zhuqing with heartache and muttered, "Maintaining the Starry Sky Tiger while unleashing the Thousand-Force Battle Armor—even with the new realm allowing me to quickly restore my soul power—is still too much of a stretch. I must find a way to decide the outcome with a single move."
Then, Dai Weis glanced at the breathless Third Elder of the Clear Sky Sect and said, "Third Elder, please lend me a hand!"
"Yes, no problem! Today I will slay Snake Spear Douluo and avenge my Fifth and Sixth Brothers!"
The Third Elder unleashed his spirit form, and the Clear Sky Hammer's weight instantly increased tenfold. It swirled and danced wildly in his aged hands, as if it were about to strike She Long at any moment.
"Damn it!"
She Long cursed inwardly at this. The Starry Sky Tiger alone was already formidable, but now with the Third Elder on the scene, it was truly unbearable.
Glancing at the Starry Sky Tiger, he knew he was no match for the combined might of Dai Weis and the Third Elder, and decided to go all out!
Damn it! Even if it means risking my life today, I'll avenge Cixue! This brat must be killed today!
She Long steeled his resolve. Dai Weis, with his Soul Sage cultivation, possessed the power to kill a Titled Douluo. If he were to ascend to that level, who in the world could possibly defeat him? Therefore, today he must die!
"Let's go all out, Ninth Soul Skill..."
"Ninth Soul Skill: Hellish Devils!"
"Ninth Soul Skill: Chrysanthemums wither, wounds spread across the ground, hearts broken by the falling flowers!"
Just as both sides were about to fight to the death, a golden storm erupted from the sky. Simultaneously, countless massive black hands emerged from the icy earth.
Stained red by the blood on the ground, these black hands transformed into terrifying bloody hands, their sharp nails like spears, poised to pierce everyone present.
Meanwhile, the golden storm, carrying the delicate fragrance of chrysanthemums, launched countless flying knives, blasting towards the Titled Douluo present.
The Star Luo Holy Tiger's massive size naturally drew particular attention from the Blood Hands and Flying Knives. Fortunately, Dai Weis had amassed the Thousand-Force Battle Armor, rendering it powerless against them.
Above the sky, the Nether White Tiger was struck down by countless flying knives and Blood Hands, slamming heavily to the ground, carving a massive crater in the Clear Sky Sect's mountain.
"Roar, roar—"
Even after being struck down, the Nether White Tiger continued to roar to the heavens, appearing majestic and unyielding, not at all like a loser.
Proudly holding its head high, it gazed at Yue Guan and Gui Mei above the sky.
Yue Guan snorted coldly, "Hmph, as expected of the Star Luo Emperor, capable of unleashing such a powerful Netherworld White Tiger. His combat power is likely no less than that of a Level 96 Super Douluo, isn't it?"
"Haha, you're too kind. I've only been a Titled Douluo for a short time, so naturally I can't match veteran Titled Douluos like Elder Ju and Elder Ghost," Dai Pojun said modestly. In terms of strength, even if he and Zhu Yaqin combined their Netherworld White Tiger, they were no match for Yue Guan and Gui Mei. After all, the level gap was significant.
However, the two of them had also consumed most of Yue Guan and Gui Mei's spirit power, leaving them with no remaining energy to unleash the Bipolar Stasis Field.
Consequently, after receiving Dai Pojun's compliments, Yue Guan's face showed no sign of excitement. Instead, he frowned as he gazed down at the battlefield.
He saw that with the White Tiger Legion's thirty thousand soldiers joining the battle, they were using rapid-fire flintlock rifles, grenades, and incendiary bombs to repel Spirit Hall's spirit masters.
In just a few moments, two thousand spirit masters perished tragically under the White Tiger Legion's bombardment, with others either dead or wounded.
The spirit master legion, originally numbering ten thousand, now dwindled to fewer than six thousand.
"Hmph! Star Luo Emperor, we've been fighting all day. How about we stop for now and resume the battle another day?"
Yue Guan sighed, having to face the prospect. He and Gui Mei were dealing with Dai Pojun and Zhu Yaqin's Netherworld White Tiger, but no one was there to rescue She Long.
If She Long perished, the Spirit Hall forces would likely be completely defeated. Rather than that, it was better to retreat and fight another day.
"..."
Dai Pojun also glanced at the White Tiger Legion and the Clear Sky Sect disciples. The Clear Sky Sect disciples had been fighting for days, and the White Tiger Legion was exhausted after a week of forced marches. Continuing the battle would be detrimental to both sides, so he nodded reluctantly.
"Alright, we'll fight another day! White Tiger Legion, listen up! Retreat ten miles and set up camp!"
"Yes, sir!"
Dai Pojun commanded, and the 30,000 White Tiger Legion troops immediately sprang into action, retreating down the mountain and setting up camp.
Yue Guan waved his hand, carrying the severely injured Demon Bear Douluo back to Spirit Hall's camp to rest.
Seeing the Spirit Hall troops retreat, Dai Weis breathed a sigh of relief and deactivated his Spirit Fusion Technique. When the Star Luo Holy Tiger vanished, Zhu Zhuyun was fine, gasping for breath.
Zhu Zhuqing, however, was shaky and would have nearly fainted if Dai Weis hadn't supported her in time.
"Zhuqing! Zhuqing, are you okay? I'm sorry, using the Star Luo Holy Tiger drained so much of your soul power!"
Dai Weis hugged Zhu Zhuqing with a look of heartache, gently caressing her delicate cheek. Zhu Zhuqing closed her eyes and shook her head slightly.
"Brother Weis, I'm fine. I'm just a little out of breath. Don't worry about me."
"Sister Zhuqing, don't worry. We'll restore your soul power right away." At this moment, Dong Hui and Yang Mingxin suddenly ran over, releasing their "Supreme Goodness Like Water" spirits and activating their soul skills. Zhu Zhuqing's soul power was also recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Okay, Xiaohui, Mingxin, Zhuqing is in your hands!" Dai Weis picked up Zhu Zhuqing and patiently took care of his little wife.
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