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Chapter 371.

When the ghost attacks, it transforms into hundreds or even thousands of ghost, tearing apart the enemy's body in an instant! A one hit kill ability!

At that moment, Wang Feng turned his palm.

"Qiankun Cauldron!"

An ancient, large cauldron appeared in the center of Wang Feng's palm!

The scarlet light shining through the air, was to blinding anyone who looked directly at it as the soul ring on was revealed!

"One hundred thousand-year soul ring?!?"

Ghost Douluo, who was attacking, almost became blinded by the intense scarlet light. Before he could react, the attack had already struck Wang Feng's chest. But at that moment—nothing happened as he had expected.

Instead, Wang Feng's skin suddenly turned ice-cold.

At the moment of impact—Click!

In the blink of an eye, the huge black energy light in Ghost Douluo's hand was immediately frozen, and his entire body was also sealed in ice because of the second passive ability [Icebane]!

Even his damage immunity couldn't save him.

"Tsk tsk."

Wang Feng chuckled as he looked at the ice sculpture of Ghost Douluo. The passive ice soul ability was indeed incredibly strong.

In fact, Wang Feng had been partially hurt, but the ice's instantaneous passive soul ability was faster than the damage, freezing Ghost Douluo before the attack could explode.

"Five seconds!"

Wang Feng calculated the time in his head. The ice-encased Ghost Douluo couldn't avoid the damage, even in his martial soul true body form.

Wang Feng estimated that the damage would continue to build, and the [Icebane] soul ability not only freezes the body but also seemed to freeze the very consciousness of the soul master!

"Five seconds, I can't kill you in this time frame, but I can certainly damage you enough!"

Wang Feng grinned and swung his fist toward the frozen Ghost Douluo.

Each punch was a thunderous blow, cracking through the ice and directly damaging the opponent's body. Wang Feng's strikes continued, his fists relentless.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Every second, Wang Feng landed at least ten punches, causing the ice to crack more and more.

'Would Ghost Douluo be killed by the time the five seconds were up?' Wang Feng wondered as he had unleashed every punch with his full power.

Currently, his physical strength was far greater than an ordinary Title Douluo's, thanks to his second gear with the blood line like ability's enhancement. His seventh blood line was not fully activated yet, and the full effects of his absorbed Death God Domain had not come into play.

His [Deification] soul abilities had increased his attributes by five times, the [Soul Devouring Blood Wing] once again doubled his attributes, so the increase in attack power was even more substantial.

Wang Feng's physical power was overwhelming at this moment, but each second was costing him enormous amount of mental energy due to the blood line like ability effect.

Meanwhile, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Hu Liena rushed toward the battle at top speed.

"The energy fluctuations over there are intense."

The strange velvet chrysanthemum in Chrysanthemum Douluo's hand glowed slightly as it sensed the energy surge. 

"It must be there! The fluctuations are enormous. I think the battle is nearing its end."

"It's been some time, the White Death God is still holding up against Ghost Elder's attacks."

Hu Liena trembled slightly at Chrysanthemum Douluo's words. The two of them hurried forward.

Suddenly, the muffled sound of a bombardment echoed in the air.

The noise resembled a fist striking an extremely solid object, something unbreakable.

"It must be the eighth soul ability of the old ghost, Seventy-Two Strikes of the Ghost Shadow."

Chrysanthemum Douluo said in surprise, "I never thought the old ghost would use that combo move. The White Death God sure isn't easy. These continuous strikes make a tremendous sound, and in just a few seconds, seventy-two consecutive attacks can tear an enemy apart instantly!"

"I rarely see the old ghost use this move, but this White Death God seems powerful enough to force him into it. Girl, he might not survive this time."

Chrysanthemum Douluo continued, noting the strength of the White Death God. "Even if he saved you on the Hell Road, we must follow the Pope's orders. He might not make it out."

At these words, Hu Liena's face turned pale, sadness filling her eyes.

She knew the strength of Ghost Douluo well. Although the few Super Douluos in the Soul Hall had reached level ninety-five and above, they couldn't compare to someone like Ghost Douluo.

"No..." Hu Liena felt a strange pang of sorrow.

How could he just die like this?

Despite this, Hu Liena felt an inexplicable pain in her heart, making her rush forward.

Chrysanthemum Douluo shook his head, thinking, 'This girl is probably in love with the White Death, right?'

Yet, the White Death truly was formidable. Forcing Ghost Douluo to use such a powerful ability was a testament to his impressive strength.

Chrysanthemum Douluo pondered the situation, "Using this combo move means activating his Martial Spirit Body. To have forced the old ghost to do this... The White Death is indeed a rare talent."

Just then, the ground trembled.

Boom!

A violent sound erupted, followed by a deafening roar.

"It's the final blow!" Chrysanthemum Douluo exclaimed in surprise.

This last attack would result in the target's body being shredded into seventy parts, and they would die instantly as their energy exploded.

Normally, no Titled Douluo would be able to endure the full brunt of this and remain unscathed.

The White Death must be something else to force Ghost Douluo into using all his attacks!

"It's not just a matter of surviving, he might not even have a body left after taking this attack."

Thinking this, Chrysanthemum Douluo sighed and then frowned slightly.

"Huh? Something doesn't feel right. Why does the old ghost's aura seem so weak? Did using that soul ability drain him too much? I haven't seen him use it in a while. Could it be…?"

With that, Chrysanthemum Douluo hurried forward.

In just a few moments, they arrived at the battlefield.

Hu Liena had already reached the scene and stood frozen, staring at something in shock.

Chrysanthemum Douluo, seeing her unmoving, sighed. "This girl seems stunned."

Walking up to Hu Liena, Chrysanthemum Douluo tried to comfort her, "Don't be too upset. There are countless heroes in this world. Don't let the death of the White Death weigh too heavily on your heart. Perhaps it's just an opportunity for you to temper your character."

However, Hu Liena remained silent, trembling in place, her gaze locked on the scene before her.

"Elder Chrysanthemum..."

Hu Liena pointed toward the battlefield in a daze.

"What is it?" Chrysanthemum Douluo asked, puzzled.

"Is that… Ghost Douluo?" Hu Liena murmured blankly, pointing to the front.

Chrysanthemum Douluo was taken aback. He looked forward—and was immediately stunned.

The sight before them left both of them dumbfounded.

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