Chapter 1569: Ghost Emperor Takes Action (Please Subscribe)_1

Mo Zihong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, rapidly strumming the Curse Music Demon Zither. With one strike, he repelled the attacking Evil Soul Masters and said weakly, "Cough, cough... Was it too forceful after all?"

Nangong Yi clenched his teeth and said, "There are too many Evil Soul Masters; we won't last much longer!"

Jiang Zhanheng clenched his fists. "Damn it... even if it means death, we must get the message back. All of this is the conspiracy of the Holy Spirit Cult!"

By now, only the three of them, the War Gods, and several legion members were still alive. As for everyone else, they had obviously turned into the dry corpses and broken bodies on the ground!

The entire scene had become unbearably bloody...

The leading Evil Soul Master coldly surveyed them, now at the end of their strength. "Hehe... I did warn you, why seek out suffering? The invitation to join the Holy Spirit Cult was the greatest honor of your lives!"

"But, you clearly failed to seize the opportunity!"

The rest of the Evil Soul Masters chimed in, "That's right! If it weren't for the Sect Hierarch's orders, you would have died long ago!"

One of them gloated, "Blocking a car with a mantis arm, just kill them. If we can absorb the essence and souls of Hyper Douluos, our strength will certainly increase by a huge margin!"

"After killing these members of the War God Hall, my soul power rank has already risen by several levels. Ah, this feeling is truly wonderful!"

Jiang Zhanheng took a deep breath, his eyes revealing a readiness to die. "There's no other way now. I will break these restrictions. You must escape and send the information back to the War God Hall!"

Mo Zihong decisively objected, "No, how could we possibly abandon our comrades!"

Nangong Yi frowned and said, "If we live, we live together; if we die, we die together!"

Jiang Zhanheng was taken aback, then let out a bitter smile. "Hearing these words is worth it, but it's not your time to die yet. Please!"

The next second, the seventh soul ring at his feet lit up...

The seventh soul skill, Martial Soul True Body!

In an instant, the Thunderflame Spear he held, radiating a cold light, was thrown into the air...

Before one's eyes, the Thunderflame Spear began to swell up, transforming into several hundred meters in length, enveloping half the sky. A terrifying aura immediately permeated...

However, it wasn't over yet as the ninth soul ring at his feet lit up...

The ninth soul skill, Spear Breaks the Sky!

He leaped fiercely, merging with the several-hundred-meter-long spear, emitting a sound as if it was about to tear the sky apart...

He aimed directly at the restrictions above, and upon collision, a fierce spark erupted, causing violent winds to ravage the entire space...

Soon, an Evil Soul Master noticed something was amiss, "Not good, he's trying to attack the restrictions, stop him!"

But it was already too late!

"A mere restraint, break for me!!"

As Jiang Zhanheng's roar echoed through the heavens, the entire set of restraints was successfully shattered by the spear, exploding like breaking glass…

Watching this scene, Nangong Yi loudly called out, "Jiang Zhanheng!!"

After using Martial Soul True Body and the ninth soul skill, one would become extremely weak. Clearly, the latter had completely given up hope of survival!

It was all to secure a chance of survival for the two of them!

Mo Zihong, holding back his emotions, said, "Stop the nonsense and go! We can't waste the opportunity he fought so desperately for!!"

Hearing this, Nangong Yi took a deep look at Jiang Zhanheng, who was gradually falling from the sky...

Then, with determination, he and Mo Zihong quickly fled...

Without the restraints, nothing could stop their escape!

Seeing them flee, the leading Evil Soul Master, knowing he could not intervene, had a sinister expression...

"They actually escaped!! Damn it!!!"

Having said that, in an instant, he appeared in front of Jiang Zhanheng, who had fallen to the ground...

With a sinister tone, he said, "You... ruined our Holy Spirit Cult's plans. Have you thought about how you want to die?"

Jiang Zhanheng spat out a mouthful of blood, mustered all his strength, and said contemptuously, "Heh... hehe, evil Soul Masters... will not end... well..."

Before he could finish, the evil Soul Master gathered his Soul Power in his legs and viciously stomped toward his head...

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The deafening collision sounds kept surging...

Not until Jiang Zhanheng's breath had ceased did he stop his movements...

Narrowing his eyes, he said, "Do you think it's over just because you're dead? I will refine your soul, and even your body, into my puppet!"

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The two people who had escaped a distance slowed down their pace...

Nangong Yi said in a deep voice, "Jiang Zhanheng... must have... sacrificed himself."

Mo Zihong, not knowing how to console him, could only say calmly, "Yes, we can no longer sense his presence!"

Suddenly Nangong Yi showed a slight smile. "Is that so... I didn't expect that him, who was always so tough, did not lose face for our War God Hall in the end!"

Seeing this, Mo Zihong said gravely, "Nangong Yi, are you alright?"

Nangong Yi forced a smile and said, "I'm fine. Let's contact the Hall Master first. We must report the situation! Otherwise, the consequences will be grave!"

But just as Mo Zihong took out the communicator, a strange clapping sound rang out, "Clap, clap, clap!"

In an instant, both Mo Zihong and Nangong Yi's pupils shrank, and they quickly scanned their surroundings...

Unbeknownst to them, their surroundings now included a figure in a black robe, wearing a mask...

Nangong Yi swallowed hard, "When did this happen? We didn't even notice!"

Mo Zihong felt a few drops of cold sweat on his forehead and said, "The situation... is a bit troublesome."

The fact that their senses failed to detect the other party clearly indicated that their powers were not on the same level!

The black-robed figure stopped clapping, and with a hoarse voice, said, "To think you managed to escape the pursuit of so many evil Soul Masters, but... I prefer to eradicate my problems at the root."

As his words fell, nine soul rings unexpectedly levitated from under his feet...

Several glaring red soul rings cast a layer of despair around them...

Especially the Ghost King behind him that seemed capable of devouring everything, mixed with immense evil intent, sent shivers down one's spine...

Nangong Yi stared at the opponent's Martial Soul and said, "You are... the Ghost Emperor of the Holy Spirit Cult!"

Mo Zihong gave a bitter smile and said, "I didn't expect the master of the Holy Spirit Cult to take action personally... It seems like we are fated for this calamity!"

They had thought that with Jiang Zhanheng's delay, they could send the information back to the War God Hall...

But now facing the Holy Spirit Cult's master, a level 99 Ultimate Douluo, and with their Soul Power depleted, to even survive five minutes would be the extreme limit!

The Ghost Emperor's eyes conveyed intense killing intent, "It seems you've already recognized who I am... Then, prepare to die!"

A tremendous evil aura roared out from within him, sweeping toward everything around him...

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