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Facing the surging Ice Dragon Soar, the shadowy figure became as tense as if facing a formidable enemy.
Hai Bodong's attack even surpassed the limits of a demigod. Even he dared not ignore it.
He could forcefully try to save Ye Xishui, but then he'd have to take the Ice Dragon Soar head-on.
After all, he was only a projection. If he was truly struck, he would be severely injured.
That would delay his clan's grand plan yet again.
This outcome was not what the shadow wanted.
He formed seals with both hands, sending out dozens of ferocious black snakes formed from black mist, meeting the clawing ice dragon head-on.
Where the two powers collided, space itself shattered.
Within a hundred meters, all life was wiped out.
Su Yu summoned the Divine Icefall Spear with a single gesture, gripped it, and struck down toward Ye Xishui.
If this blow landed, Ye Xishui's head would explode like a watermelon.
"You dare!!"
The shadow roared in fury and struck out at Su Yu with his palm.
A massive black palmprint crashed down, the terrifying pressure nearly suffocating Su Yu.
Without hesitation, Su Yu detonated his seventh soul ring, using the explosive power to stab his spear at the palmprint.
"Boom!"
The palmprint shattered, but Su Yu was sent flying, coughing up blood.
"Impressive courage!"
A distant figure roared in anger; a ghastly white sun appeared in the sky.
Super Martial Soul—Ice Sun!
Extreme cold swept forth, the colossal Ice Sun descended.
A divine light thousands of meters wide enveloped the shadow. Everything it touched turned to ice dust.
The shadow was shocked, hastily raising his hands to resist the Ice Sun.
Another expert?
Ye Xishui was stunned, and the shadow also let out a muffled groan.
This sudden newcomer was just as astonishingly powerful.
"Dare to harm the young master? You're courting death!"
A white-robed figure, topped with an Ice Sun, blocked the shadow's escape.
Three black, three red, three orange soul rings!
Nine soul rings shone with strange colors.
"Orange soul rings?"
"What the hell is this?"
Ye Xishui was dumbfounded. Where did this weirdo come from?
First nine-red Hai Bodong, now a youth with orange rings.
How could there be so many bizarre people in this world?
"Who are you?"
The shadow's eyes were cold and sinister.
"I am Mo Wuliang, Second Priest of the Ice God Hall."
Mo Wuliang.
After the events of Douluo 2, he would become the number one in the world in his era.
His cultivation had reached the demigod limit, just a step from true godhood.
At full power, he was not inferior to Di Tian.
Even the shadow had to be wary of such a strong opponent.
"Mo Wuliang?"
The shadow muttered, finally feeling pressure for the first time in ages.
One Hai Bodong was hard enough to deal with. Now there was also Mo Wuliang.
Mo Wuliang might be slightly weaker than Hai Bodong, but only just.
With two such people, even the shadow felt apprehensive.
"Today, you're not escaping. I want to see what you're hiding under that black robe," said Hai Bodong, white hair billowing, eyes locked on the shadow.
"That's right, you're not leaving today!" Mo Wuliang's tone was icy, closing in from the other side.
The shadow was silent for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter.
"Kekeke, just you two want to keep me here?"
"In my eyes, you're nothing but ants."
"Ye Xishui!"
The shadow bellowed. Ye Xishui quickly looked over.
"If you want to live, surrender your body to me for now!"
Ye Xishui was startled, but then nodded decisively.
With the situation as it was, she had no time to hesitate.
If even the shadow lost, they'd all be finished.
"Stop him!" Hai Bodong shouted. Mo Wuliang attacked without hesitation.
But the shadow just laughed and rushed into Ye Xishui's body.
Her eyes snapped open, now pitch black like twin devouring black holes.
A murderous aura soared, black mist blotting out the sky. Hai Bodong and Mo Wuliang's attacks vanished instantly.
"Kekeke, today I'll show you the power of a god."
The shadow's eerie laughter echoed as endless killing intent erupted—an unprecedented aura descended.
Under this power, even demigods paled.
A god!
With Ye Xishui's body, the shadow reached the god level.
"Still weak, but enough for now."
The shadow laughed and charged at Hai Bodong and Mo Wuliang.
The three instantly clashed.
The ice dragon roared, the Ice Sun shone, but both seemed dim under the black mist.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Two figures were blasted away like cannonballs.
Hai Bodong retreated a thousand meters, frowning deeply.
Mo Wuliang was knocked straight into the sea.
Even working together, the two superpowerhouses were losing ground.
"Kekeke, this is divine power. How could you mortals understand a god's greatness? Prepare to die."
The shadow's sinister laughter filled the void.
"Don't celebrate too soon!"
A figure burst from the sea, another Ice Sun rising.
"Even if you're a god, I'll take a piece of you today!"
Mo Wuliang's face was pale, but his eyes were bright and determined.
Above his head, a radiant light burst forth; the giant Ice Sun shone brighter than ever.
"A god position?"
"No, only half."
"You actually condensed half a god position?"
The shadow's voice was full of surprise. He was genuinely shocked.
Such a brilliant human, reaching this level on his own.
Unfortunately, with the God Realm sealed, no talent could be fulfilled.
Mo Wuliang was born in the wrong era.
"Even with half a god position, you're still no match for me," the shadow said confidently.
Mo Wuliang might launch a god-level attack, but it would cost his life.
Without burning everything, half a god position only let him surpass a demigod, not match a true god.
"Oh?"
"Then what if you add me as well?"
A cold voice rang out. Hai Bodong's aura had completely changed.
A towering phantom appeared behind him, white cold air swirling. His power rose rapidly.
Finally, he broke through a barrier—a divine pressure descended.
God-level!
Hai Bodong had broken through at that moment.
"A god? Impossible!"
The shadow's composure vanished; his face turned grave.
God-level Hai Bodong—he was now a true threat.