Doulou Dalu 87

In an instant, the three beams of the Sky Eye's Origin laser tore through hundreds of ghostly shadows, illuminating the battlefield with their piercing light.

Even without his martial soul fusion technique, Lin Fan's Sky Eye laser, powered at level 35, had been strong enough to penetrate the formidable defenses and regeneration of the Nine-Tailed Girl. That alone was proof of its immense power. But now, under the boost of the Purple Flame Pluto state, its might had increased severalfold.

Ghost Douluo's eyes widened in shock. He didn't hesitate, retreating several hundred meters at his maximum speed to avoid the devastating blasts.

Meanwhile, the wings of the Purple Flame Pluto behind Lin Fan and Bibi Dong expanded dramatically, exuding an overwhelming aura of dominance. Their speed surged as they shot out of the Fighting Spirit Mountain like a meteor streaking across the night sky.

Inside the massive form of the Purple Flame Pluto, Lin Fan held Bibi Dong's hand tightly. As they were about to escape the battlefield, Lin Fan turned back one last time, gazing at the golden arena where the Haotian Sect and others stood.

His Sky Eye swept across Tang Huo'er, Tang Yiran, Ye Keke, Liu Erlong, and even the solemn figures of Tang Hao and Tang Xiao.

Taking a deep breath, he called out in a voice that echoed across the battlefield:

"Farewell, Haotian Sect… and my friends. These past months with you have been some of the happiest in my life. But I must leave. I have no choice. I have to take her away. I am grateful for everything you've given me. If fate allows, I will return to repay this kindness. Until we meet again…"

His words rang throughout the mountain as Lin Fan and Bibi Dong vanished into the distance, leaving Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo trailing behind.

Qian Xunji, his body wracked with pain, roared in fury. His golden armor was shattered, blood poured from his chest, and his once-regal presence was reduced to a maddened frenzy.

"No! We cannot let that bastard take the Saint away! Chase them! Kill Lin Fan and bring back the Saint!" he howled, his bloodshot eyes burning with rage.

The two Soul Douluo elders nearby immediately lifted Qian Xunji into the air, their expressions grim as they took in his battered state.

Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo wasted no time. They activated their spirit avatars, enhancing their speed and power before launching themselves in pursuit. They knew that Lin Fan and Bibi Dong's martial soul fusion technique couldn't last much longer. If they caught them before it ended, Lin Fan and Bibi Dong would be utterly defenseless.

Lin Fan was well aware of this. His grip on Bibi Dong's hand tightened as he pushed himself forward, forcing his body beyond its limits.

"We can't slow down," he murmured. "Not yet."

Bibi Dong, her face pale, struggled to keep up. "Lin Fan… my soul power is running out…"

With a sudden burst of purple energy, the form of the Purple Flame Pluto shattered. Lin Fan and Bibi Dong plummeted from the sky, pain ripping through their bodies as the soul fusion technique forcefully unraveled.

Lin Fan reacted first, grabbing Bibi Dong and wrapping his arms around her waist. Bibi Dong gritted her teeth and, despite her exhaustion, summoned her six purple wings, breaking their fall. However, her speed was now drastically reduced—nothing compared to before.

Behind them, Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo smirked as they closed in.

"Your little trick is over, boy," Ju Douluo sneered. "A mere level 35 soul master managing to wound the Pope… It's truly impressive. But your luck has run out."

Ghost Douluo turned his gaze to Bibi Dong. "Saintess, there is still time for redemption. Kill this traitor with your own hands, and the Pope will spare you."

Lin Fan didn't need to hear Bibi Dong's answer. He knew she would never betray him. But when he glanced at her, he saw something that made his heart clench—despair.

She spoke softly, her voice trembling. "Lin Fan… we can't escape. We're too weak now. Ahead of us is the Star Dou Great Forest. In our current state, even a ten-thousand-year soul beast could kill us…"

Lin Fan refused to accept defeat. His mind raced, searching for any possible solution. Then, a thought struck him.

"The Star Dou Great Forest… Xiao Wu!"

His eyes lit up as he activated his Sky Eye again, scanning the forest below.

"Bibi Dong, we have to go in! We might still have a chance!"

Bibi Dong looked at him, her gaze filled with exhaustion but also trust. "Even if we die… I'd rather fall to a soul beast than let them take me back."

Lin Fan smiled faintly. "We're not going to die. I won't let that happen."

Using the last of her soul power, Bibi Dong gritted her teeth and propelled them toward the dense forest.

Behind them, Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo hesitated for a moment, then followed in pursuit.

On the golden stage of Douhun Mountain, several figures watched the scene unfold from a distance.

"This young man truly surprises me," one elder murmured. "Such a pity… his talent could have been an asset to the Spirit Hall."

Another elder scoffed. "There is nothing to pity. He is now our greatest enemy. He won't last much longer. When they capture him, I will study his abilities personally…"

On the battlefield, Tang Huo'er clenched her fists, her eyes filled with regret.

"Lin Fan… don't leave…" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Tang Yiran placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, though her own gaze remained locked on the fading figures of Lin Fan and Bibi Dong.

Liu Erlong sighed. "If he's gone… then our group is over."

Ye Keke bit her lip, tears welling in her eyes. Shui Yue'er remained silent, but a hint of sorrow flickered in her gaze.

As for Qian Xunji, he was barely holding onto consciousness. He growled through gritted teeth, "I… will watch that bastard die with my own eyes. I will make him suffer…"

But Lin Fan wasn't planning to die just yet.

As he and Bibi Dong disappeared into the depths of the Star Dou Great Forest, a glimmer of hope sparked in his mind.

Now, all he needed was to find Xiao Wu.

And then… the fight for survival would truly begin.