Chapter 402 Overwhelmingly Powerful, Too Weak!
On the other side, the young evil soul master in the room was watching this scene. When he saw Xuan Mo's "Gluttonous Divine Thunder Tribulation" and Ma Hongjun and Oscar's Phoenix Flames sweeping across the entire area, he was not only startled, but soon a cold smile appeared on his face.
"Kill them, kill them to death, just waste your soul power."
Although the young evil soul master said this, there was some fear in his eyes when he looked at Xuan Mo and the others. So he turned to the old man and the middle-aged man, "You two go in too, seize the opportunity, and ambush and kill that Soul Saint. Remember to kill him, don't let him find the weakness of my move."
"Don't worry."
Upon hearing this, the old man and the middle-aged man disappeared into the crowd.
"Mu Bai, Zhu Qing, attack, use the Martial Soul Fusion Technique, target those seven six-ring undead, destroy their bodies, and directly unleash your ultimate move." Xuan Mo seized the opportunity after sweeping away the ordinary undead and said in a deep voice.
"Oscar, give them two more Crazy Red Sausages!"
"Leave it to us." "No problem."
"Soul Fusion Skill, Netherworld White Tiger!"
In such an irritating and eerie environment, Zhu Zhuqing and Dai Mubai had long been unable to suppress their killing intent, but they had forcibly suppressed it because Xuan Mo hadn't given any orders.
Now that Xuan Mo had spoken, it meant the time was ripe.
As Oscar, having deactivated his simulation, tossed out two Red Sausages, the two quickly consumed them. A tiger's roar and a cat's meow came from their mouths respectively.
Immediately afterward, accompanied by a flash of golden light, a more powerful and imposing tiger's roar resounded.
In the blink of an eye, a gigantic white tiger, over twelve meters long and with wings on its back, appeared out of thin air.
Compared to before, this time the Netherworld White Tiger was no longer illusory, but had a substantial presence, like a real tiger.
Furthermore, because both had consumed the Fire Sausage, the aura emanating from the Netherworld White Tiger permeated everyone present, including Xuan Mo, who was stronger than them.
As the Netherworld White Tiger unleashed its aura, the momentum of the seven Soul Emperor undead faltered, and their slow advance halted. Although they had no souls, the terrifying, heaven-defying aura still instilled fear in them instinctively.
"Fatty, Xiao Ao, attack together!"
The moment Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing completed their Martial Soul Fusion Technique, Xuan Mo shouted sharply, his sixth Soul Ring activating once more.
"Gluttonous Divine Thunder Tribulation!"
"Netherworld White Tiger Break!"
"Phoenix Blazing Sun Strike!" "Phoenix Piercing Cloud Strike!"
In less than a second, a deafening roar resounded.
Six of the seven undead seemed to have been erased by the powerful attack. Only the last leader lay dead, his chest blasted open.
However, Xuan Mo quickly noticed the anomaly: the swamp on the ground was gradually entangling the undead. Under the swamp's influence, his body and meridians were recovering at a visible speed, and within just a few breaths, he could move again.
"It seems the weakness is in the swamp, so..." Just then, Xuan Mo's hair stood on end, and a sense of foreboding washed over him.
"Gluttonous Battle Body!" "Ding!"
As Xuan Mo activated his second soul ring, a huge maw was driven into his body, and a suction force emanated from it.
But after realizing it was ineffective, he tried to retreat.
"You ambushed me and you think you can get away!" Xuan Mo's roar startled everyone. When they looked over, they saw Xuan Mo reach out, then suppress the gravity fluctuations, and unleash a powerful punch.
"Bang!" A middle-aged man was caught off guard by the attack and tumbled to the ground. Clearly, he hadn't expected Xuan Mo to react so quickly in that situation.
"A mere mosquito dares to try and kill me!"
Xuan Mo immediately recognized the middle-aged man's martial soul—a notorious, evil soul beast, the blood-sucking, decaying mosquito.
Although he was also a Soul Saint, his aura was clearly unstable, far inferior to that of an ordinary Soul Saint. He had obviously used the evil cultivation methods of evil soul masters to force a breakthrough.
"Hehehe, is that so?"
The words had barely left his lips when Ma Hongjun and the others cried out in alarm, "Brother Mo (Old Mo), be careful!"
"You're attacking me again!" Xuan Mo's eyes widened, because before Ma Hongjun and the others could even speak, the Ice and Fire Dragon King had already warned him. Before the other evil soul master could react, Xuan Mo's third and sixth soul rings lit up.
His entire body transformed into a golden form, and a force of gravity locked onto the other unresponsive evil soul master, unleashing a powerful punch into the void.
At this moment, the old man was completely unable to move.
With a loud "bang," his body was blasted away. Completely dazed and confused, he didn't even understand what had happened.
Before he could even get up, the Netherworld White Tiger pinned him down. Even the other middle-aged man was captured by Ma Hongjun and Oscar.
At this moment, the young man outside wanted to curse. Two dignified evil soul masters, Soul Saints, had been captured so easily!
"Everyone, wipe out all the guys here." Xuan Mo's gaze seemed to pierce through the darkness, deeply imprinted on the young evil soul master. "We only need to leave one alive!"
"Okay." The two men and the tiger acted simultaneously.
Ma Hongjun and Oscar consumed the Hundred Transformations Simulation Intestine, transforming into Xuan Mo's appearance. Under triple pressure, the middle-aged man tried to resist, but as soon as he made a move, he was predictably cleaved into ashes by eighteen lightning tribulations, leaving no trace of his body.
As for the old man, he used his Martial Soul True Body to forcibly withstand the attack and break free from the Netherworld White Tiger's restraints. Then, in the ensuing battle, he was reduced to ashes by the fierce and violent combined attack of the Netherworld White Tiger and Xuan Mo.
Soon, only the fully recovered Soul Emperor-level undead, the five newly appeared Soul King-level undead, and numerous ordinary undead remained in the entire dark domain.
Seeing this, Xuan Mo didn't even need to lift a finger; the wings of the Netherworld White Tiger spread, covered in a faint, eerie light. Then, a series of Netherworld Slashes was unleashed instantly.
The Netherworld Slashes swept across the Soul Emperor-level undead's waist like a whirlwind, slicing it in two with a crisp sound. As for the other Soul King-level and ordinary undead, they were instantly shredded into ashes like meat grinders. Then, at Xuan Mo's command, Ma Hongjun and Oscar covered the entire area with Phoenix Flames, and the swamp visibly shrank, revealing numerous corpses.
"So many corpses!" Everyone's expression changed as they looked at the corpses covering the bottom of the swamp.
"That damned thing!"
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