1102 The Guardian of Nine Spirits

Tang Wulin was still far below the Black Monarch's standards judging by their intrinsic qualities. 

There was nowhere he could dodge at present. Moreover, the Black Monarch's punch was definitely a Limit Douluo-ranked attack. How would he stand a chance to withstand it?

The black background behind Tang Wulin gradually faded to reveal the bright mirror hanging high in the air. At the same time, a sonorous and clear shout echoed in his surroundings. 

"All the ways of heaven and earth, the soul of Douluo, the cycle of the Blood Gods, seal!" 

The voice belonged to Blood One. With his roaring call, nine-colored radiances ran the length and breadth of the passage's exit at once. A gigantic rune descended from the sky to pin down the passage.