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

Chapter 1714 Restraining the Fighting Soul Guest

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Just as the left wing of the Heavenly Fighting Knights was struggling to maintain its offensive, the two powerful figures responsible for tearing a larger gap in this wing—Ximen Wenming (level 87), whose body was surrounded by scorching blade energy, and Zhong Feng (level 83), whose bell tolled like a dragon's roar—suddenly encountered the most fatal restraint.

"Roar--!"

Three dark figures, shrouded in a deep, deathly stillness and a violent, bloodthirsty aura, descended with immense dark soul power, firmly blocking Ximen Wenming and Zhong Feng's path.

These were the elite troops ambushed by the Black Nether Legion, all of whom were battle-hardened and ruthless Soul Douluo powerhouses.

One of them is tall and thin, with ten fingers like withered bones, and thick, black energy flowing from his fingertips (the Martial Soul: Shadow Pen).

He flicked his finger in mid-air, and black ink shot out from his fingertip, instantly outlining layers of "dark prisons" in the void.

The rune array twisted and rotated, emitting a powerful force of confinement and energy dissipation. Ximen Wenming unleashed a "Karmic Fire Crimson Lotus Slash" containing the might to scorch the heavens, which slammed into it. The crimson blade flame, powerful enough to melt gold and iron, sank into the sea and was rapidly decomposed and devoured by the constantly changing dark ink runes.

The shockwave from the blade only caused the prison to tremble slightly, failing to damage its foundation.

Another short, stocky figure let out a low growl, his muscles bulging, and a heavy token (Shadow Token) appeared in his hand, engraved with a ferocious ghost head and flowing with dark purple blood.

As he waved the token, several illusory "ghost clones" instantly appeared behind him, each holding a phantom of the Netherworld Token, and together they unleashed a barrage of "Netherworld Ghost Seals" forward.

Countless pale green ghost head imprints flew like a swarm of locusts, colliding with the subsequent blade light erupting from Ximen Wenming, triggering a series of explosions.

Although the shockwave from the explosion shattered part of the ghost seal, the aura of the soul curse attached to it relentlessly eroded Ximen Wenming's protective sword energy, making him feel as if he were trapped in a spider web, with his sword momentum being gradually neutralized and worn away.

The third opponent was the most bizarre, with an elusive figure surrounded by a distorted gray-white mist. His martial soul manifested directly in his physical form—a vengeful spirit with a blurred face and a strong spiritual pollution (Martial Soul Bewitching).

As Zhong Feng concentrated his energy, intending to use the "Soul-Shaking Sound" of the Xuanhuang Bell to interfere with his opponent or even try to briefly bind the strange evil spirit, the vengeful spirit suddenly let out a sharp and piercing "Soul-Shocking Scream" that went straight to the depths of the soul.

This sound wave carried powerful mental pollution and backlash, not only forcibly neutralizing Zhong Feng's Soul-Suppressing Bell Wave, but also like an invisible poisonous thorn piercing into Zhong Feng's mind. Instantly, this master of sound control let out a muffled groan, his face paled slightly, and his mental connection was severely impacted, almost causing his sound-based soul skill to go out of control.

In an instant, the raging flames of the Karmic Fire Demon Blade and the majestic sound of the Xuanhuang Giant Bell were completely suppressed by the immense dark power formed by these three forces, which carried the effects of death, decay, and spiritual pollution!

The scorching blade energy collided with the inky prison and the net of ghostly seals, and the explosive and devouring forces clashed fiercely; the deep sound of the bell was corrupted by the shrill whistle, and the sacred and the evil were fiercely pulled apart.

The energy clash between the three created an unstable and terrifying domain, distorting and tearing space itself, with continuous gas explosions. Although Ximen Wenming and Zhong Feng were strong, they were dragged into an extremely difficult stalemate by the three well-coordinated and complementary Black Nether Soul Douluos on the other side. They no longer had time to support the advance of the knights on the left flank, making their already difficult offensive even worse.

Almost at the same time that the left wing was pinned down, the defensive combination that provided a solid barrier for the right wing of the Knights—Gui Minghao, who transformed into a giant stone tortoise and carried the heavy phantom of a mountain on his back, and Fang Tingbo, whose body was surrounded by a giant stele shadow and whose stele body suppressed the four directions of space—also fell into a great crisis!

Four Black Nether Soul Douluos, each with a different form but exuding the same terrifying and ferocious aura, emerged from the thick smoke and building ruins on the right wing!

A knight clad in dark red bone armor and surrounded by a storm of scorching sand rode a skeletal warhorse burning with dark red flames (Akasago Fuma)!
Man and horse became one, unleashing a raging "Crimson Sand Tornado" that crashed into Gui Minghao's mountain-like body!

The rapidly spinning, scorching sand particles, like thousands of burning knives, frantically cut and scorched the thick, phantom-like tortoise shell, emitting a piercing "sizzling" sound and scattering sparks everywhere.

The solid mountain's defenses were being eroded so relentlessly that their light flickered unpredictably.

A gigantic, mountain-sized, ape-like monster (Devil Ape) roared and leaped up, its massive arm, wreathed in thick black mist and with claws as sharp as refined steel, slamming down on Fang Tingbo's projection of the Heaven-Suppressing Mysterious Stele.

"Eighth Soul Skill - Mountain-Shattering Divine Fist!"

It struck the black and white monument with pure destructive power, producing a deafening, muffled roar.

The powerful recoil caused the black fur on the demon ape's arm to burst, its bone armor to shatter, and its flesh to become a bloody mess. However, Fang Tingbo's monument shadow was also violently shaken by this fearless and ferocious impact, and the suppressing runes on its surface became momentarily disordered.

A petite yet ghostly figure (Electric Poison Rabbit) leaps across the edge of the battlefield. With each landing, fine green lightning and dark green poisonous mist rapidly spread across the ground, forming a "paralyzing and corrosive lightning net."

These poisonous lightning nets are invisible and intangible, yet they possess extremely strong nerve paralysis and flesh-corroding effects. They follow Gui Minghao and Fang Tingbo closely, interfering with their movement and soul power circulation, causing their protective qi to be consumed rapidly.

The last one lurked in the shadows like a venomous snake, silently lashing out with a long whip (the Thunder Whip) covered in barbs and crackling with eerie blue electricity!
"Sixth Soul Skill - Soul-Devouring Lightning Flash!"

The long whip, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, was cunning and ruthless. Sometimes it wrapped around the leg armor of the Tortoise Bearing the Mountain, attempting to overturn the giant creature, and sometimes it lashed at the body of the Heaven-Suppressing Stele, trying to interrupt its suppressing power. The dark blue lightning contained a mental paralysis effect, making the defender extremely troubled and unable to concentrate!

The four Black Nether Soul Douluos, each with high attack, strong defense, crowd control, and harassment abilities, had clear roles and worked together seamlessly! The Demon Ape withstood the frontal pressure from the Xuan Stele, while the Crimson Sand Wind Horse continuously eroded and destroyed the defense and energy nodes of the Back Mountain Tortoise Shell. The Electric Poison Rabbit and the Demon Thunder Whip were like annoying mosquitoes, constantly applying status interference and searching for the slightest flaw in the seemingly impregnable defensive system!

Gui Minghao, burdened by the mountain, could only hold his ground amidst the onslaught of sandstorms, poisonous fog, and lightning; Fang Tingbo, guarding the Heavenly Mystery Stele, was relentlessly attacked by the fearless demon ape, leaving him little strength to support the knights.

They were also firmly tied down in the heart of this right-wing battlefield, like two giant rocks being frantically gnawed by ants, seemingly indestructible, but in reality unable to move an inch!
The right flank of the Knights Order was completely cut off. Without the direct protection of these two mobile fortresses, the Imperial Knights on the right flank had to face the Black Nether Guard elites pouring in from other directions with even greater difficulty. The originally unstoppable offensive from both flanks was now hampered by the division and restraint of their high-level combat forces.

(End of this chapter)