Douluo Continent: The Evil Tiger Subdues the Eight Desolations, and Marries Zhu Zhuqing

However, before he could recover from his shock, Lin Ye's cold voice rang out again.

"This is just the beginning!"

Feng Ling subconsciously looked up, and when he saw the scene above him, he was completely stunned!

Above the formation, an extremely dense mass of dark purple evil energy was gathering rapidly!

Lightning flashed and wind howled within that evil aura, and an even more domineering aura descended with a roar!

"roar--!"

A roar filled with boundless majesty suddenly exploded from that mass of evil energy!

Immediately afterwards, the evil energy rapidly condensed, eventually transforming into an incredibly massive phantom of a dark demonic tiger!

Although the phantom was not a physical entity, it was incredibly lifelike!

Its entire body was composed of black and purple lightning and evil energy, and its pair of blood-red eyes were fixed on Feng Ling in the vortex below, filled with violence and a desire for destruction!

"No...it's impossible..."

Feng Ling's voice trembled as he looked at the phantom of the Dark Demon God Tiger above his head, which exuded an aura of world destruction.

He could clearly sense how terrifying the energy contained in that phantom was!

That power was already completely comparable to that of a Soul Emperor!

At this moment, Feng Ling finally understood the meaning of Lin Ye's words.

He finally understood what true despair was!

Bibi Dong, who was standing on the sidelines, also jumped up from her seat when she saw this scene!

Her deep purple eyes were filled with disbelief and shock!

The power of the fourth soul skill, which has been around for 30,000 years, is terrifying!

Control, aggressive attack, burst damage, and deception!

This is simply a perfect tactical system!

"roar!"

Just then, the phantom of the Dark Demon God Tiger above moved!

It let out a deafening roar, and its massive body transformed into a blackish-purple meteor, carrying the power to destroy everything, as it swooped down towards Feng Ling in the vortex below!

"No! I can't lose!"

As he watched the shadow of death descend from the sky, a glint of madness flashed in Feng Ling's eyes!

He let out a roar of unwilling anger, and the soul power within his body erupted wildly without reservation!

"Sixth Soul Skill, Rending Wind Annihilation Strike!"

He once again unleashed his strongest single-target attack soul skill, attempting to shatter the phantom of the Dark Demon God Tiger above his head!

The massive cyan cross slash formed once more and charged straight at the blackish-purple meteor!

However, this time, the miracle did not happen.

boom!

The cyan cross slash shattered the moment it touched the phantom of the Dark Demon God Tiger!

The phantom of the Dark Demon God Tiger, its momentum undiminished, crashed violently into the vortex below!

Rumble—!!

A terrifyingly loud bang, loud enough to shatter eardrums, exploded throughout the entire Soul Arena!

A violent energy storm instantly engulfed Feng Ling completely!

The entire battle arena, paved with special black stones, shook violently in the terrifying explosion, as if it could collapse at any moment!

Countless plumes of smoke and gravel were swept into the sky, forming a small mushroom cloud!

After a long while, the smoke and dust slowly dissipated.

The area that was originally shrouded by the Dark Demon Prison Array has now become a giant pit with a diameter of more than 30 meters!

The edge of the pit was charred black, with wisps of smoke rising from it.

In the center of the deep pit, Feng Ling lay there covered in blood, his silver armor shattered.

His aura was extremely weak, clearly indicating that he had suffered severe injuries and had completely lost his fighting ability.

Lin Ye slowly deactivated the "Dark Demon Evil God Transformation" state. The demonic markings and bulging muscles on his body gradually faded away, and he returned to his normal appearance.

He glanced at Feng Ling, who was unconscious in the deep pit, and then at his own empty soul power, and couldn't help but shake his head.

This move is powerful, but it also consumes a tremendous amount of energy.

"Teacher, your disciple has not failed you."

Lin Ye walked up to Bibi Dong and bowed respectfully.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Bibi Dong said "good" three times in a row. She stepped forward and personally helped Lin Ye up, her eyes full of appreciation and satisfaction.

"Lin Ye, your performance today has truly surprised me! Your current strength is completely comparable to, and even surpasses, that of an ordinary Soul Emperor!"

Bibi Dong's conclusion also stirred Lin Ye's heart.

This means that his suffering today was not in vain!

"The training ahead will be even more rigorous. Are you ready?"

Bibi Dong looked at him and asked.

"Disciple is ready at any time!" Lin Ye's reply was firm and resolute!

For the next two months, Lin Ye underwent a hellish, closed-door special training arranged by Bibi Dong.

His opponents ranged from level 61 Soul Emperors to level 65 Soul Emperors, and he even fought against a level 69 Soul Emperor at the end.

Every day, he was fighting, pushing himself to his limits, and flirting with death.

His practical experience was growing at an alarming rate.

And with this intense training and Bibi Dong's assistance, his soul power broke through once again!

We've reached level 44!

On this day, Bibi Dong finally called a halt to the special training.

"Lin Ye, your progress has exceeded my expectations."

Bibi Dong looked at the disciple before her, whose aura was more restrained than it had been two months ago, but whose eyes were sharper, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Too much of a good thing is bad; excessive self-discipline is not advisable. I'll give you a week off to relax."

"Yes, teacher!"

Lin Ye responded respectfully, but inwardly he breathed a long sigh of relief.

Finally... we're liberated!

He felt more tired in the last two months than in all of them combined!

However, feeling the soul power within him that was several times stronger than before, he felt that it was all worthwhile.

Stepping out of the Papal Palace and basking in the warm sunshine, Lin Ye stretched.

I wonder how that big cat is doing now.

It's been two months since I last saw her, and I really miss her proud yet adorable appearance.

As Lin Ye walked, some indescribable images began to surface in his mind, and he couldn't help but chuckle mischievously.

The atmosphere at Wuhun Academy remained as tense yet vibrant as ever.

The trainees on the road were in a hurry, and each of them had a fighting spirit on their face.

When they saw Lin Ye, they were first stunned, then they all stopped and stared at him from afar, their eyes filled with awe and curiosity.

Two months ago, the battle in which Lin Ye crushed Yan, a member of the Golden Generation, had already spread throughout the entire Martial Soul Academy.

His status as the second direct disciple of His Holiness the Pope made him a well-known and influential figure in the academy.

For the past two months, he has vanished as if he had disappeared from the face of the earth, and has not appeared at the academy since.

I never expected to see him again today.

Lin Ye was already used to the awe-inspiring gazes around him and didn't care at all.

He arrived at the girls' dormitory building where Zhu Zhuqing lived with ease.

However, he waited for a long time but did not see that familiar figure.