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

The generals of the four empires also breathed a sigh of relief and looked at each other with joy in their eyes.

"He has no chance of surviving such an attack. We finally solved this serious problem."

There was a sense of relief in their voices, as if a huge rock in their hearts had finally fallen to the ground.

"Yes, under such a destructive force, he will definitely be shattered into pieces and disappear without a trace."

Someone echoed, with a tone full of certainty,

It was as if he had witnessed with his own eyes the tragic situation of Tang Lan being crushed to pieces.

They began to cheer and cheer, and the voices rose and fell, resounding throughout the sky.

"Haha, Tang Lan is dead, let's see who else can stop us!"

They were dancing and excited, as if they had taken over the whole world.

The masters of the Holy Spirit Cult also relaxed their tense nerves and said confidently:

"With this one blow, he will definitely die. We can rest easy."

Their expressions were relaxed and comfortable, as if they had tasted the fruits of victory in advance.

The entire team was immersed in a self-righteous atmosphere of victory, completely convinced that Tang Lan had been wiped out in that terrifying attack.

They cheered and shouted, and the noisy voices blended together like an evil carnival.

Even the usually calm Star Douluo and the sinister Ghost Scythe Douluo showed arrogant and wanton smiles on their faces.

The corners of their mouths were raised high, and their smiles were full of undisguised pride and contempt.

They looked at Time Douluo, Ice Bear Douluo and Falling Sword Soul Douluo who were trying their best to stop them.

He spoke with great disdain:

"So what if you stop me?"

The tone was full of bitter sarcasm.

"This time, we are coming with a large army."

Xingchen Douluo crossed his arms, looked extremely arrogant, and said arrogantly,

"More than twenty Soul Douluo and dozens of Soul Saints, what a powerful lineup this is!"

His voice echoed in the air, carrying an arrogant tone.

"Even if we don't take action, they are enough to kill Tang Lan!"

Ghost Scythe Douluo then said,

There was a strong sense of confidence and certainty in his voice,

It was as if Tang Lan's fate had been nailed to the cross of death, with no possibility of survival.

Hearing this, the expressions of Time Douluo, Ice Bear Douluo and Falling Sword Soul Douluo changed slightly.

An imperceptible hint of worry flashed across his originally determined expression.

Their eyes couldn't help but look towards the center of the energy storm, where the light was flickering.

, the strong energy fluctuations made the vision blurred, making it impossible to see the specific situation clearly.

"Believe in Tang Lan."

Time Douluo gritted his teeth, with firmness and determination in his eyes, and said loudly,

"That guy can't be treated with common sense!"

His voice trembled slightly, but was still full of power.

"Yes, he always works miracles."

Ice Bear Douluo nodded heavily, the spark of hope rekindled in his eyes.

As if recalling Tang Lan's amazing performances in the past, he felt a little more confident.

"We cannot be swayed by their words. Tang Lan will definitely be able to survive this!"

Falling Sword Soul Douluo held the sword in his hand tightly, his knuckles turning white from the exertion.

Tang Ya and others watched all this from a distance, their hearts in their throats.

Tang Ya grasped the corners of her clothes tightly with both hands, her knuckles turning white from the exertion.

Her lips trembled slightly and she murmured to herself: "Tang Lan, you must be okay, you must be okay."

Jiang Nannan's eyes stared unblinkingly at the center of the energy storm.

His hands were clenched into fists unconsciously, and his nails dug deeply into his palms without feeling.

She kept praying in her heart: "God bless, nothing will happen to Tang Lan."

Ma Xiaotao's expression was particularly solemn, and her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

Her heartbeat accelerated rapidly, as if it was about to burst out of her chest, and she thought to herself:

"Tang Lan, if you have any shortcomings, I will never let them go!"

The tone was firm as iron, as if he wanted to use these words to inject courage and belief into everyone.

"Rumble..."

A roar like thunder suddenly sounded in the center of the storm,

The sound was deafening, like an ancient giant beast roaring angrily, and like a sad prelude to the imminent collapse of the world.

An extremely terrifying soul power boiled violently in it, and the surging and boundless power was like a violent angry sea.

As if to break free from all shackles and break through the endless sky,

It caused everyone's emotions to fluctuate like turbulent waves.

Everyone couldn't help but look sideways, their eyes full of surprise and confusion.

The fear of the unknown was written all over those faces. Their eyes were locked on the core of the storm,

Trying to find some clues from the chaotic energy fluctuations,

But he had no idea what was happening at the heart of the storm.

"What a powerful wave of soul power."

Some people couldn't help but exclaim, with unconcealable extreme shock in their voices.

His voice trembled, as if he was shocked by this power, and his whole person fell into a trance.

"Is it possible that Tang Lan is not dead yet?"

A trembling voice sounded, the voice was full of disbelief,

It seems that this idea is so absurd, but deep down in my heart, I am secretly looking forward to the possibility of this miracle.

"No, this is absolutely impossible!"

Another person hysterically and decisively retorted,

but there was a hint of imperceptible panic in his voice.

He widened his eyes, which were full of bloodshot,

as if he wanted to see through the raging storm, but he dared not believe the possible guess in his heart.

Fear made him refuse to accept any result that might go against his expectations.

Xingchen Douluo and others also stopped fighting, and their eyes were all cast towards the center of the storm.

Xingchen Douluo frowned, his eyes full of determination, and he said gloomily:

"With such a blow, even if we are all dead, Tang Lan will definitely not survive."

His tone was full of absolute confidence, as if Tang Lan's ending was already set in his eyes.

Ghost Scythe Douluo nodded repeatedly, echoing with a sinister look:

"That's right, with such a terrifying power, there is no chance of him surviving."

"No matter how capable that kid is, he can't survive such a destructive blow."

Ice Bear Douluo snorted coldly, with disdain and ridicule in his eyes, and said loudly:

"You are too self-righteous, Tang Lan is much stronger than you think. He is not so easy to be defeated."

Time Douluo also said immediately:

"That's right, you don't understand Tang Lan at all, he can always create miracles in desperate situations."

"Hasn't he successfully broken through so many seemingly fatal situations before? This time will be no exception." (End of this chapter)