Huo Yuhao stood in the air behind the battlefield, not making a move.
His gaze calmly overlooked the fiercely battling battlefield below, with no intention of joining the melee whatsoever.
This was not because he was unwilling to make a move, nor was he remaining indifferent while watching the people of the Three Douluo Nations slaughter each other here.
He was waiting; after all, those two most powerful figures of the Holy Spirit Cult had not yet shown themselves.
Although there were quite a few experts who came from the Three Douluo Nations this time, the number of Titled Douluo was still fewer than the opponent's.
Therefore, the battle presented a one-sided trend from the very beginning. The battle line was being compressed backward little by little, and many people had already sustained injuries.
At this rate, those two Limit Douluo of the Holy Spirit Cult probably wouldn't even need to make a move; these people present alone would be enough to trap and kill this rescue team right here.
However, just as the experts of the Three Douluo Nations were being suppressed step by step, a sudden change occurred.
At this moment, Xuan Zi was fiercely engaging in combat with a man shrouded in black robes. The man's face was hidden beneath a hood, making the details unclear, but the two clusters of golden flames burning within his eye sockets were extremely eye-catching, resembling two clusters of ghost fires leaping in the dark night.
Unable to break through after a long attack, a sense of irritation gradually rose in Xuan Zi's heart.
He had already begun to quietly take note of the retreat route, calculating how to safely lead everyone from Shrek away from this increasingly dangerous battlefield.
Right at this moment, a voice suddenly transmitted into his ears: "Elder Xuan, your opponent is a person from the Spirit Pagoda."
Huo Yuhao's words caused the movements in Xuan Zi's hands to involuntarily pause for a moment, his mind full of question marks.
People from the Spirit Pagoda?!
The black-robed person before his eyes, exuding a strong aura of death and looking cold and sinister all over, no matter how one looked at it, didn't seem like any good thing.
But on second thought, Xuan Zi realized that during the exact moment he had blanked out just now, the opponent indeed had not taken the opportunity to pursue.
If not for that, he probably would have taken a solid blow from the opponent.
Subsequently, Xuan Zi saw the person opposite him simultaneously halt his offensive. The pitch-black long spear in his right hand was raised high, with the tip pointing straight at the sky. Then, around him, figures seemed to appear out of thin air.
Those were twelve tall and sturdy figures, each clad in heavy black armor, holding a greatsword, and exuding an intensely strong aura of death that was cold and solemn.
They stood there like a row of silent tombstones, yet carrying an oppressive feeling that one could not ignore.
And the aura on each of them clearly reached the level of a Super Douluo.
The sudden appearance of twelve Super Douluo-level "Evil Soul Masters" on the battlefield was almost fatal to the Three Douluo Nations.
When the experts on the Holy Spirit Cult's side saw this scene, they were excited for a moment, and then a wave of surprise surged in their hearts; they previously did not know that the Second Grand Elder actually had such a powerful means hidden away.
However, just as everyone was shocked beyond measure by these twelve suddenly appearing powerful "Evil Soul Masters", these Evil Soul Masters also launched an attack, but immediately everyone's expression changed drastically.
Because the target of these twelve powerful "Evil Soul Masters" was not the experts of the Three Douluo Nations, but those Evil Soul Masters of the Holy Spirit Cult.
Their greatswords fell with a piercing shriek that tore through the air, every strike precise and vicious, cutting down several nearest Evil Soul Masters to the ground like harvesting wheat.
The change came too fast, so fast that everyone had no time to react.
The Evil Soul Masters actually "rebelled"!
This thought exploded like a bolt of thunder in everyone's mind.
It was also until this moment that Xuan Zi truly believed that the black-robed person opposite seemed to really be a person from the Spirit Pagoda.
Sect Leader Zhongli Wu, who was fiercely battling Sect Master Du Busi, suddenly changed his expression drastically. The Spirit Power condensed in his hands involuntarily stagnated slightly, and then he let out a furious roar toward the distance: "Yun Ming! What are you doing?!"
His voice carried an incredulous fury, completely unexpected that this Second Grand Elder of the cult would turn on them at this critical juncture.
The black-robed person currently clashing with Xuan Zi was naturally Yun Ming.
And the twelve Death Knights he had summoned just now were precisely given to him by Huo Yuhao.
These Death Knights were originally items accompanying the Domain of Pluto Douluo Harosa of the Holy Spirit Cult Ten Thousand Years later. After being forcibly snatched from Harosa's hands by Electrolux using Necromancy, they had always been under Huo Yuhao's control.
Before Yun Ming prepared to infiltrate the Holy Spirit Cult, Huo Yuhao had bestowed this force upon him as his final trump card to turn the tables at a critical moment.
Now that these Death Knights had appeared on the battlefield, they indeed reversed the situation with immediate effect.
Combat power at the Super Douluo level was stronger than many Elders in the Holy Spirit Cult.
At this moment, Yun Ming's gaze fell upon Sect Leader Zhongli Wu, and his voice carried no emotional fluctuations: "I am doing what I ought to do."
Huo Yuhao's voice sounded closely after, drowning out the chaotic sounds of slaughter: "Yun Ming is an Elder of my Spirit Pagoda and has been lurking within the Holy Spirit Cult. Everyone, launch your attack!"
Although Yun Ming's appearance and aura at this moment looked more like an Evil Soul Master no matter how one looked at it, with Huo Yuhao's public endorsement right now, coupled with his actions just now having already proved his stance,
therefore, the people of the Three Douluo Nations stopped thinking too much about it, successively rousing their Spirit Power once more and pressing forward toward the opponent again.
The situation had reversed at the instant Yun Ming turned, and the Three Douluo Nations began to gain the upper hand. Everyone's aura, which had been slightly shaken due to being suppressed, rose high again.
However, just as this melee was in full swing, Huo Yuhao's gaze suddenly pierced through layers of tree shadows, looking toward the depths of the distant forest shrouded in twilight.
He murmured in his mouth: "They are here!"
Not long after Huo Yuhao's words "They are here" fell, two figures appeared above the battlefield without any warning, as if tearing through space.
The moment the two appeared, a majestic and solemn aura enveloped the entire battlefield like the collapsing vault of heaven, pressing down so heavily that everyone felt a tightness in their chests.
Everyone present was a high-tier Spirit Master with extremely acute perception of power. Everyone clearly realized that this was a power far exceeding their own Realm.
As for the Super Douluo among them, four words involuntarily popped into their hearts—Limit Douluo.
Appearing in the sky were precisely the two Limit Douluo of the Holy Spirit Cult, Death Douluo Yexishui, and Dragon Emperor Douluo Long Xiaoyao.
With the appearance of these two figures, the two sides fiercely battling below almost simultaneously stopped their hands.
The light of Spirit Power collisions no longer flashed, and the sound of weapons clashing also abruptly stopped. The entire Demon Forest seemed to quiet down in an instant.
Those Evil Soul Masters of the Holy Spirit Cult raised their heads one after another, their gazes carrying an almost fanatical excitement as they looked toward the figure in mid-air that gave them peace of mind, shouting in unison: "Welcome, Supreme Cult Master! Welcome, Chief Grand Elder!"
In their view, Yun Ming's betrayal was nothing, and the defeat just now was also nothing.
As long as these two Limit Douluo were present, it was impossible for them to lose.
That belief rose within the heart of every Holy Spirit Cult member like a lit torch, allowing their panic, which had originally appeared due to Yun Ming turning, to stabilize once again.
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