Douluo Live Room: All the audience are Tang San’s enemies!

No one listened to Di Yihong's words.

The scene was completely silent; no one spoke, yet everyone's heart was filled with resentment and dissatisfaction.

First Hong could clearly see the green vitality flowing continuously from above their heads into the depths of the sea of ​​fire.

Di Yi Hong looked at the scene before him and fell into deep thought.

"Tang San and Tang Hao, go and check in the middle of the sea of ​​fire."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Di Yi Hong, after watching the crosstalk performance, realized that Tang Hao had been pushed into the sea of ​​fire by the crowd.

He could not laugh or cry.

With a wave of his hand, he quickly sensed Tang Hao's life force.

"Tang San, go down and help him. There must be something down there. All the life force is flowing towards this place."

Tang San nodded: "Master, I understand. I'll go right away."

He rushed into the sea of ​​fire without hesitation.

At that moment, everyone came to their senses.

They looked at Tang San with complicated expressions.

"They really have a loyal dog. It's willing to jump down at a time like this, isn't it afraid of dying without a burial place?"

Ning Rongrong sneered, interrupting the person.

"It's still better than you, who wags his tail and begs like a dog, but is unwilling to pay any price."

She kicked the person away.

He lost his balance and fell down.

Everyone glared at Ning Rongrong, their expressions full of displeasure: "How could you do this?"

First Hong spoke up: "If you want to go down together, then try to see if you have the life."

Seeing the fierce look in Di Yihong's eyes, everyone couldn't help but shudder, and some even started to have doubts.

"Everything you say makes sense."

First Hong naturally heard these words, but he didn't pay any attention to them and waited for Tang Hao and Tang San to come up.

Everyone remained silent; with the situation unclear and the friend or foe uncertain, no one dared to make any rash moves.

After a long while, Tang Hao finally came up, his body covered with dense, razor-sharp wounds that immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"What's going on with this thing? Could there be hidden weapons down there?"

Tang Hao shook his head, his eyes momentarily blank, clearly indicating a memory gap.

Di Yi Hong snapped his fingers, and Tang Hao snapped back to reality, his expression becoming unusually solemn.

"Below is the dark dungeon, where countless spirit beasts are imprisoned. They have no aura of normal spirit beasts at all, as if they are controlled by something, just like those puppets."

"Most importantly, I felt a distinct discomfort as soon as I entered the area. Besides what we can see, there must be some unseen evil in that place."

Everyone was immediately curious: "Won't people die if they go down there?"

Tang Hao shook his head, his expression somewhat complicated. After thinking for a moment, he said, "If it's a voluntary fall, no, but if it's like the first time I accidentally fell, I would definitely die."

The members of the Sea Sky Sect felt disheartened; there was truly no hope for them.

The gaze directed at Di Yihong grew increasingly hateful, a gaze that seemed to want to devour him, like a tangible blade piercing his chest.

Di Yi Hong looked at Huang Ming: "You didn't go down?"

He shook his head blankly, feeling a chill run down his spine: "Please, that's a sea of ​​fire. Anyone who goes in will die."

First Hong slapped his thigh and decisively said, "Let's go down and take a look. I reckon the good stuff is there."

"What good stuff?"

Shuiyue Douluo's expression was somewhat unpleasant, and he looked at Diyi Hong with a puzzled look. Diyi Hong suddenly came to his senses, glanced at Shuiyue Douluo, and did not continue the topic.

"Alright, life is more important." Shuiyue Douluo awkwardly withdrew his gaze and, led by Tang Hao and Tang San, went to the depths of the sea of ​​fire.

To everyone's surprise, it was not as hot as outside, quite unlike the scorching temperature on the stone slab above. Huang Ming was also very surprised.

He followed Di Yihong in astonishment. Since entering this place, he felt relaxed and refreshed, as if he had regained all the life force he had lost, and his whole being was full of vitality.

"This is... vitality, my life force, I feel like I've come back to life."

Everyone turned their heads to look at Huang Ming, who looked like a fool. At this moment, they had to admit that Di Yi Hong's judgment was correct. There was indeed something strange here, even something that could help them get out of their current predicament.

The people, now filled with hope, looked at Di Yihong with increasingly benevolent eyes, a stark contrast to their previous confrontational stance.

Di Yi Hong ignored everyone and instead followed the faint green life force deeper into the sea of ​​fire.

The end.

All life force converged on a large black rock, without leaking out at all.

Di Yihong was stunned for a moment, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. The moment his hand touched the stone, a continuous stream of vitality surged into his hand.

He could clearly feel the vibrant energy pulsating within, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

"Tang San, Tang Hao, it's time to get to work."

"How dare you! Who dares to touch my food?"

A loud shout brought everyone to a halt. They looked toward the source of the sound, which was identical to the illusory figure from before.

"Isn't he dead?"

First Hong shook his head, his expression grave: "It wasn't him who died earlier, don't let your guard down..."

Everyone was on high alert, no one dared to speak, and they held their breath, afraid of experiencing another nightmare.

A short figure suddenly appeared from the other side of the darkness, standing before the group.

"Who are you? How dare you be so arrogant?"

The people from the Haitian Sect were furious. When they saw this short, lecherous old man appear in front of them, their impatience instantly flared up.

Huang Ming rushed to cover his mouth, but it was too late.

"This is a demonic saint! If you're not afraid of death, then keep yelling here."

The members of the Haitian Sect froze.

They walked away sheepishly, only to be grabbed by the back of the neck by the evil saint in the next moment.

"I won't hold your mistakes against you, but don't treat me like a fool. Get out of here! This is my territory!"

It's ridiculous, like a clown.

Xiao Yin couldn't help but laugh out loud: "No wonder your phantom is so tall. It turns out that you are too short in real life to show your true face to others."

The demon saint was so anxious he jumped up and down, his beard strutting around smugly.

"I am a sage! How dare you disrespect a sage! I will take away your life..."

"Snapped--"

Lightning struck him, burning his beard and hair into curls, and his face was also burned into curls.

When he blew his beard, he exuded a foolish air, showing none of the oppressive aura of a so-called demonic saint.

Everyone laughed.

It took them a moment to come to their senses and realize that this person was not someone they could humiliate at will.

One by one, they withdrew their mocking remarks, silently minimizing their presence, fearing that they would be the next ones deprived of their life force.

He realized that it was Di Yihong who had made the move, and instantly fixed his gaze on Di Yihong, his expression showing a hint of malice.

"It's you again! Since you've ruined my plans, I won't keep you any longer." (End of Chapter)