Douluo: Steal Tang San's luck and become stronger!

"In front of my ninth soul skill, you will be ruthlessly crushed!"

“No matter how great a hero is, they will all be reduced to ashes and disappear from this world under the annihilation of the Nine Nether Ghosts!”

"Those little tricks you used before are nothing compared to this absolute power!"

Tang Lan, however, had a calm expression, staring firmly at the surging black ghost.
It was as if it was not a terrifying force that could destroy everything, but just a tiny breeze.

His upright figure remained motionless, and he was not affected at all by Ghost Douluo's arrogant words.

Ghost Shadow Douluo continued to roar:
"Do you think you can resist the most powerful and evil force in the world?"

"Hahahaha, that's just a foolish dream!"

"You are nothing but an arrogant and ignorant child. Today I will let you see what true despair is! Die!"

His voice echoed on the battlefield like thunder, carrying endless murderous intent and arrogance.

Tang Lan remained unmoved, but his soul power began to fluctuate violently.
The soul power was like surging waves, one after another.
It seemed as if some powerful counterattack that would shock the world and make the ghosts weep was brewing.

His eyes became sharper, as if they could penetrate the heavy shadows and see the dawn of victory.

At this moment, the countless black ghosts were already within reach, baring their fangs and waving their claws.

It let out a hair-raising scream, with a resolute momentum to destroy everything, and was about to devour Tang Lan completely.

The air around seemed to be frozen by this terrifying force, and time seemed to stop at this moment.

"If this is all your last blow can do, then die!"

Tang Lan roared, his voice was like rolling thunder, exploding and shaking the entire space violently, as if it was about to collapse.

A strong wind swept in, blowing sand and stones into the air.

His eyes were burning with rage, and that rage seemed to be able to burn everything in the world to ashes. Endless pressure surged out from him, making the air around him seem to solidify.

"You think you can defeat me with this seemingly powerful but actually flawed attack? That's simply wishful thinking!"

"This so-called final blow is nothing more than a weak and powerless death struggle in my eyes! Today, I will make you pay a heavy price for your arrogance!"

The soul power in Tang Lan's body was like a surging tsunami, raging wildly. The violent force caused the space around him to twist and wrinkle.

Dark clouds rolled overhead and lightning flashed from time to time, illuminating his determined and angry face.

Every move he made carried a breath of destruction, as if he was a god of war from ancient times.

The most severe punishment is about to be inflicted on the enemy, which makes people tremble with fear and dare not look directly at it.

Tang Lan's words stunned Ghost Douluo. His ferocious smile froze instantly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

But then he came to his senses and thought Tang Lan was bluffing.

"Hmph, kid, stop pretending. I want to see what you have to neutralize this attack!"

Ghost Shadow Douluo shouted angrily, he increased the output of soul power, the countless black ghosts became more ferocious, and rushed towards Tang Lan with a roar.

At this time, the atmosphere on the battlefield was extremely tense.

The wind was still howling, and the sand and stones were constantly hitting everyone's faces, but everyone's eyes were fixed on Tang Lan, waiting for his counterattack. Tang Lan sneered, and the soul power in his body began to gather crazily, forming a huge soul power vortex.

"Since you are so eager to see it, I will grant your wish!"

He shouted loudly, and the Overlord Spear in his hand burst into a dazzling light.

"Second soul skill - Overlord Wind Devouring Thorn!"

Tang Lan's second soul ring lit up, and the dazzling light instantly illuminated the dark space around him.

The light was like a bright rising sun, which, with its incomparably dazzling brilliance, powerfully dispelled the thick haze brought by the darkness.

At this moment, strong winds were raging on the battlefield, with sand and rocks flying everywhere.

The surrounding trees were shaking violently, and the leaves fluttered down, as if playing a tragic melody for the fierce battle.

Tang Lan stood tall and straight like a pine tree. His handsome face was tense and his brows were slightly furrowed.
There is a determined flame burning in his deep eyes, like the stars in the dark night, bright and yet so dazzling that one dares not look directly at them.

He clenched his teeth, and the lines on his face looked particularly tough due to extreme concentration and strength.

The weapon in Tang Lan's hand instantly turned into an extremely sharp light.
The light was accompanied by a violent howling wind, just like a flash of lightning that was so fast that it cut through the dark night sky.

With an unstoppable momentum, he rushed straight towards the surging black ghost shadow.

The wind was whistling, and the sound was like thousands of troops galloping fiercely, with such majestic momentum that it seemed to be able to sweep the entire world into this surging sound wave.

Wherever the light reached, the air was torn apart mercilessly and violently, making a sharp and piercing explosion that was unbearable.

It seemed as if this piece of space was about to be completely crushed and turned into nothingness by this terrifyingly powerful force.

Faced with this extremely powerful attack, the countless black ghosts actually began to show obvious signs of retreat.

They were originally fierce, aggressive, and arrogant.

At this moment, they seemed to sense a huge threat that could destroy them, and their movements became slow and hesitant.
The previous arrogance disappeared in an instant.

But how could Ghost Shadow Douluo give up so easily? His eyes widened, and his eyeballs seemed to be about to pop out of their sockets.

The veins on his forehead bulged, and each bulge was like a winding earthworm. He once again frantically urged his soul power.
The meridians throughout his body were highlighted due to the excessive output of soul power, and the appearance was extremely terrifying.

He tried to increase the power of this ninth soul skill in an attempt to turn the tide of the battle.

However, Tang Lan's Overlord Wind-Eating Thorn became more and more powerful, and its light became brighter and brighter, like an exploding supernova, so bright that people could not look directly at it.

The resulting wind pressure caused the surrounding ground to begin to crack, and huge cracks spread rapidly like a dense spider web.
There seems to be endless darkness hidden in the bottomless crack.

The gravel was swept up by a force so powerful that it was astonishing, flying wildly in the air, colliding and rubbing against each other.
Dazzling sparks burst out and crackling sounds are heard.

The entire battlefield was in a mess, as if it had experienced the tragic catastrophe of doomsday and was devastated.

The originally solid land became bumpy, and dust was flying all over the sky, blurring the vision.

"Break it for me!"

Tang Lan shouted loudly, the sound was like a war drum that shook the world, and like rolling thunder, shaking everyone's heart and making their souls tremble. (End of this chapter)