Douluo: Steal Tang San's luck and become stronger!

Wan Hun Douluo trembled with rage as he watched the sections of the city wall that were falling one after another in the direction of the East Gate.

At this rate, the east gate will likely be completely captured by the enemy in less than an hour! At that time, the army will pour in, street fighting will break out, and under that strange weakening, the city's defenders will be powerless to resist!
"Hatred! Mask! Nightmare! What are you all good for?!"

The Myriad Souls Douluo roared in his heart, but at the same time, a bone-chilling coldness rose up.

The mishaps and reversals in this battle came too quickly and too fiercely, completely exceeding the expectations of all the high-ranking commanders in Dongyang City. The Tang Clan's trump cards were increasingly astonishing and deadly!
His original sacrificial ceremony required a relatively stable environment and a certain amount of time to set up and guide the process. Now, the battlefield has completely collapsed, and the enemy's morale is unstoppable.

Where would he find the time and a safe environment to complete that complicated ritual? Although the energy within the Soul Refining Furnace is strong, activating it hastily would not only greatly reduce its effectiveness but could also lead to a backlash!
"No! We must stop it immediately! We must at least take back the East Gate and stabilize the battle line!"

A ruthless glint flashed in Wan Hun Douluo's eyes. He could no longer care about anything else and urged the raging black mist and vengeful spirits around him to increase his speed to the extreme, like a black shooting star.

He pierced the sky, heading straight for the most critical and crucial point in the battle at the eastern city wall! He intended to personally intervene, using the power of a Title Douluo to forcefully reverse the local battle situation and buy time for a possible retreat or alternative plans!
However, as he approached the eastern city wall, enveloped in a cloud of evil energy, his gaze swept over the chaotic battlefield below, clearly divided into two camps: the "vibrant" and the "listless."

A cold, aloof, yet familiar voice that sent shivers down his spine suddenly sounded from behind him, as if carrying the chill of the deepest hell.

"Wan Hun, given the current situation, do you still intend to put up a stubborn resistance?"

That voice, that tone, that icy aura that seemed to disregard everything and be the only one who mattered… Wan Hun Douluo trembled violently and turned his head in horror, only to see four figures standing silently in mid-air dozens of feet behind him.

The leader, dressed in black robes, had a cold and stern face like ancient ice, with dark dragon energy swirling around him. Who else could he be but Long Xiaoyao, one of the supreme worshippers of the Holy Spirit Sect and the Dark Holy Dragon Douluo?! Behind him followed three obedient followers, whose auras were concealed.

"Dragon... Dragon Offering?!"

Wan Hun Douluo gasped in shock, his horror beyond words. How could Long Xiaoyao suddenly appear here? And at such a critical moment? Shouldn't he be at the main altar, or with Elder Ye?

Could it be... that the two Supreme Elders have already secretly arrived? A surge of joy and hope was about to rise from the bottom of his heart, but it was frozen by the cold, scrutinizing, and even slightly displeased gaze of "Long Xiaoyao" before him.

"Please forgive me, Your Excellency! I was unaware of your arrival and failed to properly welcome you!"

The Soul Douluo hurriedly bowed in mid-air, his posture extremely humble, but his mind raced. Was Long Xiaoyao's sudden appearance a blessing or a curse? Judging from his attitude, he seemed quite dissatisfied with the current battle situation?

"Humph."

"Long Xiaoyao" snorted coldly, his gaze sweeping over the city wall defenses below, which were in chaos and retreating step by step due to the "Soul-Trapping Array," before landing on the Soul Refining Furnace in the hands of the Ten Thousand Souls Douluo, which faintly emitted a bloody light. His voice became even colder.

"I heard that something has happened in Dongyang City, so I came to see for myself."

This is the city you're in charge of? Overnight, the enemy breached the walls, and the defenses are on the verge of collapse? You hold the Soul Refining Furnace, yet instead of stabilizing the battle, you're just standing here in the air, lost in thought? Myriad Souls, you've disappointed me greatly.

These words, delivered with a condescending reproach and undisguised coldness, were perfectly in line with Long Xiaoyao's usual style. The Ten Thousand Souls Douluo trembled at the reprimand, cold sweat instantly soaking his back.

He hurriedly offered his explanation.

"Lord Dragon, please be wise! It is not that I am incompetent, but that the Tang Clan is cunning. They have used some strange methods to weaken our soldiers on a large scale, while our attacks are completely ineffective against them! This is why the defensive line..."

"waste!"

"Long Xiaoyao" interrupted him without any politeness, his eyes surging with dark dragon energy, his pressure intensifying.

"You're inferior in skill, so you make excuses? What use are you to the Holy Sect? The Soul Refining Furnace is a vital artifact of the Holy Sect. Gathering energy from it is no easy task, so how can it be lost? If Dongyang City falls and this furnace falls into enemy hands, you will die a thousand deaths to atone for your sins!"

The Soul Douluo was both shocked and frightened by the harsh rebuke, and at the same time, a surge of resentment and anger welled up within him.

He was, after all, a level 91 Title Douluo Elder. When had he ever been reprimanded like this to his face? Even if the other party was Dragon Elder, at this critical moment when the army was collapsing.

Instead of thinking about how to repel the enemy, he keeps blaming... Could it be that Long Xiaoyao intends to abandon Dongyang City, or even... abandon his Ten Thousand Souls, just to ensure that the Soul Refining Furnace is taken away?
An even more terrifying thought flashed through my mind.

Could it be that Long Xiaoyao is trying to take advantage of the chaos to... seize the Soul Refining Furnace? After all, the energy within that furnace is fatally attractive to any evil soul master! Even a Limit Douluo would probably be tempted!
Suspicion arose, and upon looking again at "Long Xiaoyao's" cold and ruthless eyes, as well as the three silent "followers" behind him who were subtly forming an encirclement.

The sense of crisis in Wan Hun Douluo's heart instantly reached its peak! He was already in a state of mental chaos due to the collapse of the battle, and now, under the pressure and provocation of "Long Xiaoyao", he lost his ability to make calm judgments.

"Dragon Offering!"

The Soul Douluo suddenly retreated a short distance, gripping the Soul Refining Furnace tightly in his hand. He managed a forced smile, but his eyes were filled with vigilance and madness.

"Your subordinate knows he is guilty! But the enemy's forces are overwhelming and their strange formations are difficult to break. The most urgent task is to stabilize the situation! Your subordinate is willing to use this furnace as a catalyst to unleash a secret technique, severely damage the enemy, and buy time for our Holy Church's reinforcements! I request that Venerable Long accompany me in battle!"

His words, though seemingly respectful, actually carried a clear undercurrent of testing and defensiveness.

He didn't even dare to hand over the Soul Refining Furnace; instead, he demanded to use it immediately.

A barely perceptible hint of mockery flashed in Long Xiaoyao's eyes, but his expression remained icy.

"Oh? What do you intend to do?"

Seeing that "Long Xiaoyao" didn't immediately try to seize it, Wan Hun Douluo felt slightly relieved, but the madness he had been driven to the brink of despair could no longer be suppressed. Since Long Xiaoyao was unreliable and might even harbor ulterior motives, what did he have to worry about? The Soul Refining Furnace was in his hands; it was the only thing he could rely on and use to turn the tide!
"In that case, I have no further concerns!"

The eyes of the Ten Thousand Souls Douluo surged with bloodlust, and a ferocious and resolute expression appeared on his face.

He abruptly raised the Soul Refining Furnace high above his head, pouring his immense evil soul power into it without reservation! "Soul Refining Furnace! Activate!!"

A piercing, ghostly howl erupted from the mouth of the Ten Thousand Souls Douluo! The Soul Refining Furnace in his hand suddenly burst forth with a blinding, blood-red light! The distorted mountains and mythical beasts carved on the furnace seemed to come alive, emitting silent roars! The furnace lid automatically swung open a crack with a "bang"!
In an instant, a vast, viscous, and tangible blood-red aura, mixed with countless fragments of the most venomous and painful souls and negative emotions of the dying beings, surged wildly from the furnace mouth like a burst dam!

These bloodthirsty energies quickly spread and diffused in the air, forming in the blink of an eye a dense, dark red blood mist covering an area of ​​hundreds of feet, completely enveloping a large section of the city wall below the East Gate and the surrounding area!

This blood mist was not inanimate; it seemed to possess some kind of evil life force, composed of billions of greedy, blood-red micro-worms, or like an invisible, gluttonous beast opening its gaping maw! Wherever the blood mist passed, it emitted a teeth-grinding "hissing" sound, corroding even the air!

"what--!!"

"Help! What is this?!"

"My body...is melting?!"

A piercing, desperate scream erupted from the area shrouded in blood mist!
Whether it was the Dongyang City garrison and low-level evil soul masters fighting the imperial soldiers on the city walls, or the elite soldiers of the Douling Empire who had just climbed the city walls and were striving to expand their gains, or even some soul masters belonging to the Holy Spirit Cult who didn't have time to dodge...

Anyone who comes into contact with this dark red blood mist will immediately feel as if they have been splashed with concentrated acid, their skin and flesh dissolving and vaporizing at a visible speed! Even more terrifying is...

Their souls seemed to be forcibly torn apart and extracted by an invisible force, turning into wisps of dim light, screaming as they were sucked into the depths of the blood mist, and finally converging into the Soul Refining Furnace in the hands of the Ten Thousand Souls Douluo!
Indiscriminate devouring, friend or foe!

Some lower-level Soul Masters or soldiers who reacted quickly tried to escape the blood mist in terror, but as the blood mist rolled, it could differentiate into dark red mist tentacles that looked like ghost claws.

With lightning speed, it easily entangled the escapees and dragged them back into the fog, devouring them in an instant, leaving only withered bones that rapidly weathered away and lost all their essence, scattering on the ground with a crackling sound!

In just a few breaths, the area shrouded in blood mist became a living hell! At least dozens of soldiers and low-level soul masters from both sides were devoured, screams echoed, and the scene of flesh melting and souls being annihilated was extremely terrifying!
Such a horrifying and indiscriminate attack instantly silenced the entire battlefield at the East Gate! This silenced both the Imperial soldiers still climbing and the remaining defenders.

Everyone was terrified by this horrific scene! The intense fighting and roars abruptly stopped, replaced by boundless fear and instinctive retreat!

"A devil! He's a devil!"

"Run! Get out of here!"

"He even killed his own people... He's gone mad! He's insane!"

Desperate cries echoed across both sides. Soldiers closer to the blood mist, regardless of which side they were on, fled for their lives, fearing being caught in the all-consuming spray of blood mist.

The siege was disrupted, the defense system collapsed completely, and a brief, terrifying vacuum appeared in the entire section of the East Gate due to the crazy attack of the Ten Thousand Souls Douluo!

"Ten Thousand Souls! How dare you do this!"

A roar of shock and rage came from afar. It was the voice of the Abomination Douluo, who was stationed in the East City. He was clearly shocked and enraged by the Ten Thousand Souls Douluo's indiscriminate and crazy behavior.

But Wanhun Douluo had already fallen into a semi-mad state. He hovered above the blood mist, holding the Soul Refining Furnace that spewed blood light, with a twisted smile on his face and only destruction and greed in his eyes.

The Soul Refining Furnace absorbed fresh flesh and souls, feeding back pure evil energy, which quickly replenished the soul power he had consumed by activating the furnace, and even slightly increased it! This further stimulated his ferocity.

"Hahaha! Power! More power! Let it all become nourishment for the Holy Furnace!"

The Soul Douluo laughed wildly, about to unleash the blood mist to spread further, attempting to devour more lives, weaken the enemy forces, replenish himself, and create even greater chaos.

However, how could the Douling Empire allow him to run rampant like this?
Just as the blood mist began to expand, from behind the imperial army, three streaks of light, each a different color but equally imposing, shot towards the Ten Thousand Souls Douluo at an astonishing speed, like meteors streaking across the sky, their target being the Ten Thousand Souls Douluo in mid-air!
"You heretic! How dare you be so insolent! I, Sha, will deal with you!"

A loud, boisterous laugh rang out like a thunderclap.

Among the three streams of light, the earthen-yellow light burst forth first, revealing a burly, towering, bald man with a rugged face, wearing earthen-yellow armor. He was none other than Sha Ran, a level 92 Title Douluo and one of the royal retainers of the Douling Empire!
Before Sha Ran even arrived, his palm had already struck! From a distance of a hundred feet, he suddenly made a grasping motion towards the direction of Wan Hun Douluo!
"Fifth Soul Skill - Sandstorm Grip!"

Rumble!
The ground beneath the eastern city wall suddenly trembled violently, and countless grains of sand and dust seemed to be summoned by an invisible force, frantically gathering and rising! In the blink of an eye, a giant hand, composed entirely of solidified sand and soil and with a diameter of over twenty feet, appeared.

Appearing out of thin air around Wan Hun Douluo, his five fingers spread wide, carrying a heavy pressure that seemed to seal off space, accompanied by the howling sound of a sandstorm, he fiercely clenched his fist! He attempted to crush Wan Hun Douluo, along with the Soul Refining Furnace in his hand, into this sand palm!

Before the Sandstorm Grip had fully closed, the terrifying pressure and the screeching sound of sand and gravel rubbing together had already caused the space to distort slightly!

Although the Ten Thousand Souls Douluo had fallen into madness, his fighting instincts as a Title Douluo remained. Sensing the terrifying grip strength capable of crushing mountains and the unique stagnation and sealing effect of the sand attribute soul skill, his pupils contracted, and he let out a sharp roar.

"A trivial skill!"

His body suddenly swayed, and black energy surged around him, instantly splitting into four identical black soul shadows that sped off in four different directions! This was one of his life-saving and deceptive soul skills—Ghostly Shadows!
The giant sandstorm hand slammed shut, crushing two of the black soul shadows into black smoke. However, the other two had already flashed away like ghosts to dozens of feet away, escaping the core range of the sandstorm's grip.

"You've got some skill! Take another one of my moves!"

Seeing that his attack had not been successful, Sha Ran was unconcerned and laughed heartily, preparing to strike again.

However, the Soul Douluo who had just revealed himself flashed a fierce light in his eyes and launched a preemptive counterattack! He still held up the Soul Refining Furnace with his left hand to maintain the blood mist, but his right hand swung fiercely in the direction of Sha Ran!
"Fourth Soul Skill - Night Parade of One Hundred Demons!"

Waaaaah—!
A mournful wail suddenly resounded through the sky! From within the sleeve of the Myriad Souls Douluo, a thick, inky black soul shadow, constantly twisting and shifting, shot forth! This soul shadow rapidly split in mid-air, transforming into dozens of jet-black streaks. (End of Chapter)