"Ugh!"

At the moment Tang Sui died, Haiwan Douluo from the outside let out a muffled groan, and a wisp of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Big beads of sweat rolled from his forehead to his eyelashes, causing Haiwang Douluo to feel a twinge of pain when he opened his eyes.

The sacred and soft Poseidon's light enveloped Haiwang Douluo, who had been sweating profusely for some time, dispelling some of the chill that had accumulated on his body.

"What's wrong?"

Bo Saixi asked with concern.

Haiwan Douluo opened his mouth and breathed in the air, his trembling pupils still filled with fear that had not subsided: "She, her illusion. Something is wrong!"

It was the first time that Bo Saixi saw Haiwang Douluo, who was good at controlling the spiritual field, losing his temper. He stared at the man standing on the hexagonal platform, standing in the wind like a lifeless sculpture, covered by blue.

Tang Sui was shrouded in clouds and his eyes were tightly closed.

"What did you see?"

Bo Saixi asked, unable to figure out the reason.

The two of them just started fighting in the dark corridor.

"There is no need to peek into her illusion, just increase the field effect and continue to maintain it."

Taking the same route, Tang Sui no longer touched the sliding doors on both sides.

Tang Sui subconsciously slid back. While raising his right arm to block, he clenched the five fingers of his left hand tightly. He estimated the position of the opponent's face from his lower leg and punched him.

The sneak attacker's reaction was not slow at all. The moment Tang Sui kicked out, he raised his arms and crossed his arms in front of him to block. He only took a small half step back, and soon turned from defense to offense and launched an attack at Tang Sui.

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"I don't know how to use words to describe the existence I saw." Haiwang Douluo tried hard to move his frozen brain, looking for suitable words.

"Bang bang bang!"

Thinking of this, Tang Sui let out a breath, twisted his wrist, and looked ahead in the darkness.

Tang Sui, who could never clearly see the attacker's true face due to the light, could only rely on the feeling during the fight to determine that the attacker was a tall and strong man, who seemed to be wearing some dazzling silver decorations and a little gold.

He was wearing a red soul master robe and golden armor. The overly familiar six-winged feather pattern was engraved on the most conspicuous place on the golden armor, making Tang Sui even want to notice it.

Then the next second, she felt a shuddering feeling of being intensely watched by some kind of terrifying existence. Her pupils shrank, and she raised her head sharply, staring at the source of the violation she felt.

"It's like I'm standing on the edge of an abyss, staring down. The horror of being swallowed up by the deep darkness in the next second. It's a trembling feeling that my soul will be swallowed up!"

"Martial Soul Hall?!"

Tang Sui stood up staggeringly. While looking around blankly, his vigilance remained unabated.

Three uncolored wooden walls blocked other paths, except for the one that opened wide in front of it, a long corridor that was unfamiliar yet eerily familiar, connected to the darkness where one couldn't even see anything.

"Let's play hide and seek!"

When she walked to the third sliding door, the sound of breaking through the air suddenly came from behind.

"Go on."

Tang Sui, who wanted to create some distance, was taken advantage of by the opponent to sweep his legs.

Countless masks that seemed to be welded to the door frame or on the ceiling looked down at her from above with smiles, and their curved eyes were filled with complex emotions.

Haiwang Douluo's lips trembled, and his voice was hoarse as he said, "Darkness."

Tang Sui, who heard clearly this time, quickly ducked aside, listening to the change in the wind, with a sharp look in his eyes, and at the same time he turned around and kicked the tall figure out with a crisp roundhouse kick.

The orange light finally illuminated the appearance of the person she was fighting with.

Melee combat with punches to the flesh.

A draft blew from nowhere and hit a half-open sliding door on the right side in front of her, making a horrifying and vague sound.

They laughed, their voices rising and falling overlapping:

"Remember to live until the end before you can leave."

She didn't know why, but they were all masks. But the masks of different shapes and styles no longer made her feel friendly, but made her feel very disgusted, and she wanted to smash them all to pieces.

Haiwang Douluo whispered "Yes" in a low voice.

"What?" Bo Saixi thought he had misunderstood.

After retreating, Tang Sui had already retreated to a sliding door that was lit up without even realizing it.

Their voices made Tang Sui's brain sting, and the memory of being killed by an unknown entity in the previous scene was clearly displayed in his mind like a picture scroll.

When he thought that he no longer had to see the terrifying darkness, he felt relieved.

He could hardly find a suitable adjective to describe the darkness of Tang Sui he amplified.

"Hehehe——"

Hearing this, Bo Saixi was silent for a moment, raised his hand, and injected his majestic soul power and mental power into Haiwang Douluo's body.

This time I will never make the same mistake again.

Tang Sui, who completed the review in a very short period of time, put down the hand stroking his forehead, with a cold murderous intent floating in his dark blue pupils.

Countless darkness invaded, Tang Sui opened his eyes in the dark room, put his hands on the cold ground, sat upright, and looked around blankly.

"What just happened."

The opponent leaned back to avoid it as expected, stabilized his body, and then punched.

Because she hadn't seen clearly yet what exactly killed her just now.

But fortunately, she came back to life.

It was a handsome man with half-long black hair.

This impulse came out of nowhere, making Tang Sui become more vigilant again.

Haiwan Douluo took a deep breath and said: "In the hundreds of years since I became the guardian of the Holy Pillar, I have seen the darkness in the hearts of countless soul masters and the tragic memories that they least want to recall. But none of them are like this.

She is like this."

She quietly listened to the changes in the wind in the air, felt the breathing other than hers, and buried herself deeper into the dark corridor step by step.

Almost the moment he saw the iconic pattern, anger appeared in Tang Sui's eyes.

Hearing Tang Sui's frightened and angry voice, the smile on the lips of the black-haired man she was fighting with did not change. He even let out a chuckle. Like magic, a spear suddenly appeared in his empty hand.

It stabbed Tang Sui's fatal heart.

Tang Sui's pupils shrank sharply, and it was too late to dodge, so he had to grit his teeth and lower his body, letting the spear, already stained with blood, penetrate into the left shoulder blade above the atrium.

The real severe pain of tearing flesh and blood stimulated his brain. Tang Sui gritted his teeth and stubbornly raised his painful left arm to grasp the slender blade of the spear that wanted to continue to penetrate. More blood and stinging pain came from

It dripped from the fingers of my left hand.

Taking advantage of the time when the spear was restrained, Tang Sui firmly grasped the long pole other than the blade with his right hand. Using the spear as a fulcrum, he raised his right leg high and quickly kicked the opponent three inches below the navel.
Chapter completed!