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

At this time, some timid enemies have begun to turn around and flee.

They fled desperately to the rear, staggering and looking panic-stricken.

They even threw away their weapons just to run faster.

He was afraid of being caught up by Tang Lan and becoming a victim of his gun.

But how could Tang Lan let them go so easily? He flashed and disappeared from the spot in an instant.

The next moment, he appeared in front of the fleeing enemies at a speed that was jaw-dropping.

The Overlord Spear in his hand ruthlessly reaped their lives. Wherever the tip of the spear passed, blood splattered, dyeing the earth red.

The battlefield was filled with a strong smell of blood, which was disgusting.

At Tang Lan's feet were piled up the enemy's corpses, layer upon layer, like a small hill.

He was like a Shura walking out of hell, covered in blood, yet still exuding a chilling aura.

"Tang Lan is so strong!"

Ma Xiaotao's gaze fell on Tang Lan, her beautiful eyes shining brightly, and her bright eyes were full of wonder and admiration.

She opened her red lips slightly and murmured to herself:
"Such a powerful strength and such a fierce offensive are truly astonishing."

Tang Ya stood aside, her hands unconsciously clenched, her pretty face flushed with excitement, and said:
"With Brother Tang Lan here, we will surely be able to defeat these enemies!"

Yu'er also nodded, with a firm light in her eyes, and said:

"Yes, watching him bravely killing the enemy on the battlefield makes my blood boil."

Jiang Nannan pursed her lips slightly, with a gentle smile on her face, and said softly:
"Brother Tang Lan has always been so powerful. He seems to be a god of war born for battle. With him charging ahead, we cannot show weakness."

At this time, Tang Lan on the battlefield was still as majestic as ever. The Overlord Spear in his hand was like a deadly weapon, and every swing brought a bloody storm.

Those enemies in front of him were like fragile ants and could not withstand his powerful attack at all.

Tang Lan's roar echoed across the battlefield, and his figure was like an insurmountable barrier, protecting his companions behind him.

Although the strong men from the Holy Spirit Church and the four empires were still fighting stubbornly, their momentum had obviously weakened and the fear in their eyes became more intense.

Ma Xiaotao stared at Tang Lan with a sharp gaze, and secretly made up her mind: "I must work harder to practice, like Tang Lan!"

Tang Ya clenched her fists and said, "Brother Tang Lan is so brave, we must follow his pace and not let him down."

Yu'er and Jiang Nannan looked at each other and saw firm determination in each other's eyes.

Under Tang Lan's encouragement, everyone's fighting spirit became higher and higher. They all used their strongest soul skills to fight a desperate battle with the enemy.

"Damn it, damn it!"

On the side of the Four Great Empires and the Holy Spirit Church, angry roars exploded like thunder.

"Why? Why does a mere second-ring great spirit master have such terrifying combat power?"

One of them had a distorted face and wide-open eyes, staring intently at the figure in front of him who displayed amazing strength. The disbelief in his heart almost devoured his sanity.

"Didn't the intelligence say that he was seriously injured? He doesn't look seriously injured at all."

Another person clenched his fists, veins popping out on his arms.
Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his voice trembled with extreme anger and confusion. "The intelligence misled us!"

A general-like man with angry hair and bloodshot eyes,
He turned around abruptly and glared at the intelligence gathering personnel behind him.

That fierce look seemed to want to eat him alive.
"Such wrong information has put us in such a difficult situation. How on earth do you, a bunch of idiots, do things?"

His roar echoed throughout the entire camp, and everyone's faces were gloomy, filled with resentment and unwillingness.

The people from the four great empires and the Holy Spirit Church were all shocked and angry at this moment.
They were originally full of confidence, thinking they could easily defeat the opponent.
However, he did not expect that all his plans would be disrupted by a two-ring great soul master, and he fell into such a passive situation.

In the crowd, a general from one of the four great empires had a livid face and said with gnashed teeth:
"This is simply our shame! A mere two-ring great spirit master has made us so embarrassed."

"What on earth is our intelligence department doing!" The soldiers around him all lowered their heads and dared not speak. The atmosphere was extremely depressing.

On the Holy Spirit Church side, a black-robed wizard had a gloomy face, holding the staff tightly in his hand, with his joints turning white from the force. He said viciously:
"This wrong intelligence almost caused our entire army to be wiped out. We must make those guys who provided the information pay the price when we return!"

The faces of the believers around were also filled with anger and fear. They originally thought that this would be an easy battle, but they did not expect to encounter such a powerful opponent.

At this time, the joint camp of the four empires and the Holy Spirit Church began to riot, the soldiers whispered to each other and their morale was low.

Some people began to complain: "How can we fight this? We have been completely misled by wrong intelligence."

Some even gave up:
"Why don't we retreat first? This will only lead to our deaths in vain."

However, they knew that retreating at this moment would result in severe punishment.

He could only grit his teeth and continue to face the terrifying second-ring soul master with great combat power, but his heart was filled with despair and helplessness.

"Hahaha, you didn't expect that the truly powerful one isn't us, but Tang Lan himself."

The unbridled laughter filled the air.
Time Douluo's face was full of arrogance, his eyes narrowed into slits,

The corners of his mouth rose exaggeratedly, full of pride and contempt.

Looking at the disciples of the four empires and the Holy Spirit Church who were constantly being killed by Tang Lan, Time Douluo was in a good mood.

He folded his hands in front of his chest, raised his head and laughed wildly, his eyes full of joy of victory, and even laughed to tears.

"Look at this situation, it's completely one-sided!"

Looking at the gloomy faces of Star Douluo and Ghost Scythe Douluo in front of him, Time Douluo could not help but sneer:
"Why? Aren't you proud of yourselves and feel that you have a sure win?"

"Look at the situation now. Your so-called self-confidence is simply a joke!"

He tilted his head and glanced at the other person, the smile on his face became more wanton, and his eyes flashed with provocation.
Every word in the conversation is like a sharp sword, piercing the other person's heart.

The Falling Sword Soul Douluo at the side also mocked:

"Humph, they thought they could control everything by joining forces, but they didn't expect to be beaten to a pulp by Tang Lan alone. How ridiculous!"

He snorted coldly, frowned, turned down the corners of his mouth, his eyes were full of disdain, and his tone was cold and sharp.

Ice Bear Douluo followed suit and said, "That's right. I thought you guys were very capable, but it turns out you're just this good."

"How could you have predicted how powerful Tang Lan would be?" (End of this chapter)