The autumn wind howled, and the light rain drizzled. Nan Gongyi stood at the forefront of this operation team to suppress Evil Soul Masters, with Qian Mo and Gu Yuena standing beside him.
"The Holy Spirit Cult has resurrected again. This is truly a troubled time!" A hint of worry flashed in Nan Gongyi's eyes.
After being annihilated by Huo Yuhao ten thousand years ago, the Holy Spirit Cult had disappeared from the Douluo Continent, but unexpectedly, they were not only active again but also displayed considerable combat power. This was not good news for the Federal.
"Official Mo, have the surrounding residents been evacuated?" Nan Gongyi asked a middle-aged man who had come to report the situation.
Hearing Nan Gongyi's address to him, Qian Mo looked up at the newcomer.
This book is first published on the entire network.
His surname is Mo, and he is also the Heaven Dou City official. He should be Mo Wu.
In the original work, his daughter Mo Lan would become the Speaker of the Sun Moon Federal in the future, belonging to the dove faction.
Mo Wu reported, "The evacuation has been completed. But War God Nan Gong, the process of evacuating the citizens caused quite a stir. Those Evil Soul Masters have likely noticed."
Nan Gongyi said indifferently, "It's alright. The priority is to ensure that when the battle begins, it won't affect the surrounding residents. As for being noticed by these Evil Soul Masters, that's fine too. This area has been sealed off, not even a fly can get out. Our combat power is sufficient; they are just lambs waiting to be slaughtered."
Inside an apartment building not far from the operation team, a group of Soul Masters with strange auras were gathered together.
One tall and thin man peered out the window at the empty street and said resentfully, "Zhang Quan, that good-for-nothing! He was shaken off by a kid around ten years old, failed the assassination, got caught, and even ratted us out."
"That exposed us, who were originally well-hidden, to the Federal, forcing us to hide here and there during this time, but we were still found."
Another burly man said in a muffled voice, "Boss, what should we do? Have you contacted headquarters? We are surrounded. Can they send a Heavenly King to reinforce us?"
The black-clothed man sitting at the head picked up a soul guidance communicator and repeatedly dialed the same number. When the soul guidance communicator again reported, "The number you have dialed is currently busy," his face instantly darkened. He fiercely smashed the soul guidance communicator to the ground and then vented by stomping on it several times until it was crushed into pieces before stopping.
"It won't connect. We've been abandoned!" the black-clothed man said coldly.
"Damn it! We risked our lives for the Holy Cult, and when things went south, they just sold us out!" an Evil Soul Master cursed.
"What do we do, Boss!"
The black-clothed man swept his gaze around coldly and said indifferently, "Life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor by Sky. Whether you live or die later depends on your own abilities!"
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
The black-clothed man's expression suddenly changed, and he instantly turned into a wisp of black smoke. The next moment, several soul guidance cannon shells struck down, and in an instant, this apartment building was leveled.
Amidst the ruins and broken walls, several Evil Soul Masters had just climbed out of the rubble when several mechs and Evil Soul Masters descended from the Sky, extending their cold metal muzzles towards them.
A wisp of black smoke darted through holes, trying to sneak away, but a dragon-shaped energy wave came from afar, instantly scattering the black smoke.
The scattered black smoke reassembled, turning into the black-clothed man who looked warily at Nan Gongyi before him.
Nan Gongyi said coldly, "We meet again, Wen Lihui. This time, without Zhang Quan by your side, you have no chance of escaping from my hands!"
Wen Lihui said coldly, "You and I are both Titled Douluo. Today, you may not be my match!"
Nan Gongyi did not answer but clenched his fists and unleashed a massive dragon-shaped punch.
Nan Gongyi's Spirit was somewhat unique. He did not possess a true Dragon Spirit, but rather a special existence similar to a Dragon Soul.
When his own Spirit awakened, he was recognized by a Dragon Soul, thus transforming it into his own Spirit.
Therefore, his fighting style was simple and unadorned, yet filled with the aura of the Dragon Clan. His nine Spirit Abilities each carried the power of the Dragon Clan, but he himself could not transform into a true dragon through Spirit avatar. It was merely a Dragon Soul possession, unable to even produce scales.
While this lacked the powerful defense of the Dragon Clan, on a spiritual level, it was somewhat stronger than ordinary true Dragon Spirits.
His fists were his best weapons. Every punch he threw carried a dragon shape.
Nan Gongyi held his breath and punched forward. Behind him, the Dragon Soul roared, invisible energy waves surged, and a terrifying spiritual storm raged towards Wen Lihui.
Wen Lihui's eyes were fierce. He spread his black robe like a large bat, black smoke surged from his body, turning into a large hand that covered the spiritual storm.
While the two Titled Douluo were fighting fiercely here, the battlefield on the other side was also raging intensely.
Several Evil Soul Masters displayed their unique abilities, and evil, terrifying auras swept across the entire field. Multiple mechs were sent flying, and deep dents appeared on their originally smooth surfaces.
The experts sent by Shrek Academy and the Tang Sect were also entangled, indicating that this should be an elite team belonging to the Holy Spirit Cult.
"The Plague Bringer will take your lives!"
A sinister voice sounded. This person was completely shrouded in a large black cloak, holding a staff in his right hand.
Spirit rings lit up from beneath his feet, circle after circle. His spirit rings looked very different from those of normal Spirit Masters; they didn't appear all at once but emerged like smoke, ethereal and floating. Two yellow, two purple, two black, six spirit rings. Moreover, outside these six spirit rings, a faint green mist was swirling.
The Evil Soul Master raised the staff in his hand, and a spirit ring on his body flashed. Immediately, large swathes of green mist surged out, spreading throughout this space.
Accompanying the rise of a brilliant sun, a sacred light also shone down, and the spread of the green mist was immediately suppressed, even showing a tendency to slowly dissipate.
The Plague Bringer looked up and realized that the brilliant sun was actually a young man. Golden light flowed on the eight wings behind the young man, and a sacred aura, which he greatly disliked, surrounded him as if it were substantial.
The newcomer was none other than Qian Mo. Possessing the Eight-Winged Seraph Spirit, he could be called...
"This disgusting aura," the Plague Bringer's eyes were filled with endless killing intent. He held his staff horizontally, and then a strong green light burst from his body. The green light was like smoke, expanding instantly.
Qian Mo's second spirit ring flashed, his eight wings closed, and a cross shield stood before him. The plague was firmly blocked in front of him, unable to advance an inch.
The next moment, the green plague was broken through, and the Holy Cross Sword drew a beautiful golden arc, slashing towards the Plague Bringer's head, attempting to decapitate him with one strike.
But the Plague Bringer was an Evil Soul Master of the Spirit Emperor level. It was clearly impossible to kill him so easily.