Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1652 Senluo Soul Devouring - Sorrowful Tide Locking Soul

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At the same instant—Xiao Yi was manipulating the wooden rings binding Ye Wuhuan and the others in the distance, her fingertips twitching almost imperceptibly.

Deep within her calm, star-like black eyes, a faint crimson hue quietly spread.

A vast, heavy, and icy sorrow suddenly spread!
His breath hitched, and the flow of his soul power froze. The massive wooden ring binding Ye Wuhuan and the other four trembled almost imperceptibly, and the binding force weakened instantly.

哀！

This is the most deeply entrenched poison among the seven emotions.

Unfortunately, no one could see the expression behind that dark blue veil, nor could anyone hear the silent, heart-wrenching lament of the deep sea.

Only Xiaoyi herself knew what was churning deep within her soul at that moment.

The green light flowing on the wooden ring faded for a moment, no longer so vibrant.

The Infernal Team uses a pincer movement to strangle their opponents, while Xiao Yi defeats them one by one.
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It's too late to say, then soon!
In the instant that subtle cracks quietly spread through the wooden ring wall—

Ye Wuhuan's pupils suddenly narrowed with a cold light. The enormous scroll of a hundred ghosts parading at night behind him abruptly flipped open, and countless twisted and tormented ghostly figures howled as they converged at the center of the scroll. A gigantic claw, formed from pure shadow and shrouded in a dense aura of deathly darkness, shot out with a roar, its tip flowing with black mist that devoured light, piercing straight into the inner wall of the green ring—

"Third Soul Skill - Soul-Devouring Claw!"

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The moment the black claws pierced the lush green wood, a piercing sizzling sound erupted.

The warm, vibrant energy emanating from the wooden ring rises like corrosive black smoke, as if it had been plunged into acid.

The ghost claws weren't just tearing with brute force; their attachment properties were also working frantically, like countless leeches sucking!

The pure life force and soul power were like a broken water tank, rapidly leaking out from the point of contact between the wooden ring and the ghost claw.

The wooden ring's ability to regenerate and heal itself was brutally severed, and the green light suddenly dimmed!

Yin Limei's figure slid close to the ground, her ten fingers dancing rapidly in the air as if controlling a puppet.

"Third Soul Skill: Thousand Threads Binding Soul!"

Countless pale, viscous spider silks shot out from her sleeves and waist, the webs, carrying a strong, sweet-smelling poisonous mist, coiled around the outer wall of the wooden ring like living snakes.

Spider silk is extremely resilient. When it wraps tightly around the body, what's even more terrifying is that each thread acts like a vicious conduit, constantly injecting nerve venom that burns the meridians and erodes the flow of soul power into the core veins of the wooden ring.

The hum of the wooden ring became sluggish and distorted!
The plague rain of witchcraft poured down again, the gray-green, decaying mist splattering on the green ring, making a sizzling, corrosive sound.

Tuoba Xiong unleashed his corpse energy, his bronze-colored fist, wreathed in foul-smelling, dark green corpse flames, striking fiercely.

The double negative energy continues to erode the wood ring, causing cracks to spread across its surface like a spider web. The life force that sustains its existence is being frantically neutralized and drained by multiple poisons and death energy.

"Fierce Demon!" Ye Wuhuan roared hoarsely, "Tear it apart!"

The Bloodthirsty Blade in Li Sha's hand emitted a thirsty hum, and the emerald green sap and bloodstains that had stained the blade when it cleaved the vines were now activated.

These liquid life essences quickly gathered and seeped into the blood-red gemstone inlaid on the hilt, causing the entire longsword to rise with a layer of viscous and eerie blood-red light, and the scarlet light that condensed and did not dissipate on the blade was almost flowing.

Fifth Soul Skill - Bloodthirsty Slash -

He roared, bent over, lowered his waist, and twisted his arm. His violent soul power was frantically compressed and accumulated on the blood blade. The layer of scarlet light, like boiling blood, covered the entire blade.

A brutal, savage, and all-encompassing aura suddenly erupted.

Before the blade even unleashed its power, the scattered vine leaves and fragments around them silently crumbled into dust.

Power charged up!

The power to shatter defenses, tear apart muscles, and cause blood to surge – Slash!

A blade of light, like a crimson waning moon, tore through the miasma, cleaved through the rain, and ignored the entangled poisonous threads. With the wildest and most ferocious force, it slashed fiercely at the wooden ring, which was already riddled with cracks, weakened by multiple layers of corrosion, and firmly fixed by ghostly claws and poisonous threads.

Crack—BOOM! A teeth-grinding cracking sound rang out.

The incredibly resilient Vine of Life, under the combined tearing force of the Blood-Breaking Slash—which ignored all defenses—shattered inch by inch.

The life force at the broken point completely vanished, and dark green sap sprayed out with a mournful cry. The huge green ring shattered from the middle, turning into countless pieces of broken wood and vines, mixed with poisonous threads, black mist, and miasma, before collapsing with a deafening roar.

Li Sha maintained the posture left after the slash, the remaining force of the blood-red blade light cleaving into the ground behind him, leaving a deep trench more than ten feet long.

He breathed heavily, his Blood Drinking Blade saturated with the essence of life, its blade pulsating faintly as if alive.

It must be said that this group of true disciples of the Wujian lineage, with their layers upon layers of debuffs and strangulation techniques, are indeed ruthless and cunning, living up to the names of the Five Lineages—they are treacherous, poisonous, illusory, resilient, and ferocious.

Fortunately, those two pliers were already out of the game.

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The fragments of the broken ring and the stench of filth were still flying in the air—Ye Wuhuan and his companions had already advanced thirty meters like shadows!
Deep within those dark pupils, a chaotic vortex exploded.

Fifth Soul Skill: Netherworld Ghost Domain!

Centered on his body, the light within a radius of more than 30 meters suddenly distorted and peeled away.

A cold, viscous darkness, whispering and murmuring, enveloped the surroundings like oil.

Here, sight is deceived and stripped away, hearing is filled with countless piercing, indistinct roars, and even the perception of soul power is heavy and sluggish.

Countless distorted phantoms, born from deep-seated fears and delusions, floated up and down in the darkness.

Even more terrifying is that this ghostly realm seems to possess the power to peer into the depths of one's heart, amplifying the emotions that are already lurking within!

Xiao Yi's steps suddenly faltered.

Darkness surged and clung to him, like cold silt enveloping his body, sucking away his soul power, and dragging his consciousness downwards.

The sorrow lurking deep within her soul—the gap that had just been torn open by the seven emotions and separated from her soul, and then forcibly suppressed by her powerful mental strength—now, under the catalysis of this Netherworld, burst open with a roar!

The shattered buildings and dust of the Aitian Douchen Mansion, the fallen teachers...

The extinguished radiance of Great-Grandpa Zhu's martial spirit...

Grandpa Ai Chenyu is in a deep sleep and will not wake up...

Alas, this lonely figure adrift in a world turned upside down...

Alas, the cold cage shrouded in mystery of my past life...

Alas… the look in Brother Xiaojun’s eyes when he hesitated to speak—it was heartache, incomprehension, and a protective instinct as heavy as a mountain, but it was definitely not the complete trust he showed when they were side by side…

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All sorts of sorrows, like the tentacles of the deep sea, coldly coil and tighten around the heart.

Xiao Yi's hand, which was suspended in mid-air and about to form a hand seal, paused.

His movements were slow and hesitant, and his dark eyes were shrouded in a thick fog, as if the light had been extinguished.

The malice and smug laughter in the dark underworld were even more clamorous.

"Tuoba!"

Ye Wuhuan's cold voice pierced through the chaotic darkness.

The bronze-colored, burly figure resembled a wild beast breaking free from its restraints, and Tuoba Xiong's entire body burned with corpse energy like dark green poisonous flames.

Fifth Soul Skill: God Burial Collision!

The ground beneath his feet shattered inch by inch, and his entire being transformed into a siege hammer shrouded in destructive corpse energy.

Using its shoulder as a spearhead, carrying the force to crush mountains, it crashed straight into the pale, weak figure in the center of the darkness, whose spirit had waned and whose mind had been broken.

The deathly aura had already arrived, as sharp as an ice pick piercing to the bone.

The impending doom of shattered bones and broken tendons was almost imminent!
(End of this chapter)