Douluo Continent: I, Huo Yuhao, am the Master of Spirit.

Chapter 491 The Evil Emperor (?) Huo Yuhao's Explosive Revision of the Old Testament Angel

Outside, the battle between Undying and Fenrir continues.

The majestic dragon displayed a power and control completely disproportionate to its size.

Each swing of the dragon's claws, covered with tightly knotted muscles, seemed weak and powerless, without even a ripple of air or a sound, just like a baby throwing a punch.

At first, Du Bu Si didn't understand what was going on until his fist and the dragon's claw collided, at which point he finally realized just how terrifying the opponent was.

A giant fist, interwoven with golden, silver, and dark green light, slammed into the dragon's head with enough power to shatter mountains. The elements of heaven and earth trembled under this force, and the air currents surged, creating a level 10 gale.

Fenrir simply swung his dragon claw to meet the attack, and his giant fist was almost instantly neutralized after hitting the dragon claw.

Poison Undying felt like he was hitting a ball of cotton; the awkwardness made him feel incredibly itchy. Before he could launch another attack, his arm bones made a teeth-grinding cracking sound.

An invisible force, like the scalpel in the hand of the best surgeon, precisely cuts through every inch of the body's meridians.

Fragments of bone pierced his flesh, and his internal organs felt as if they had been punched, almost causing Poison Undying to roll his eyes back.

Poisonous Death wanted to retreat and create distance, but the earth immediately began to surge, and the hard rocks locked his legs.

Fenrir used its powerful hind legs to straighten its body, clenched its dragon claws into fists, and rapidly bombarded the body of the Undying Poison.

Not only the dragon claws, but even Fenrir's enormous dragon wings were incredibly agile, with the tips of the wings piercing towards the "eyes" of Poisonous Rice's entire body like spears.

The so-called "eyes" are stress points. No matter how hard an object is, it must have weak "eyes". By bombarding these eyes and applying the force with extreme precision, everything can be destroyed in an instant.

Fenrir is far less meticulous than Xia Mi, but he is far superior to outsiders.

Undying Poison's mental energy immediately sounded an alarm, and he hurriedly parried the dragon wings' attack, while Fenrir's fists passed through Undying Poison's body without any hindrance.

Each touch would cause the poison-resistant creature's internal organs to shudder violently, its bones to groan, and its protective soul power to become utterly useless, unable to defend against that strange force.

After several punches, blood spilled from the corner of Du Bu Si's mouth. It was only because his physical body was strong enough that Xuan Zi would have been a pile of minced meat by now.

Poison Undying realized he had made a grave mistake. The dragon before him was not a brute who only knew how to use brute force; it was a master of skill!

The internal organs of living organisms are inherently fragile, and the ability to withstand several rounds of bursts of force is entirely due to the high values ​​provided by the Gold-level Second Awakening and the Martial Soul itself.

If he were bombarded a few more times, there was no doubt that even if he survived the poisoning, his internal organs would all burst, and he would turn into a pile of human-shaped minced meat.

Fighting this guy in close combat is suicide. Every part of his body is a weapon; he's a perfect creature born for battle.

Poison Undying gritted his teeth, unleashed all his soul power, and briefly interrupted Fenrir's combo attack.

With a sudden burst of strength from his mountain-like legs, he broke free from the rocks and leaped into the air, standing firmly in the void above the sky.

Seeing this, Fenrir spread his enormous dragon wings, and with a downward flap, his majestic body soared into the sky, engaging in aerial combat with Undying Poison with unconventional maneuverability and agility.

The King of the Earth and Mountains isn't Groudon; he can't fly, and the dragon wings on his back aren't just for show.

A massive shadow loomed over half of the Demon Forest, and countless evil eyes trembled in fear, pleading with the Evil Emperor to expel the two intruders.

Meanwhile, the Evil Emperor, located in the core area, was observing the man and dragon wreaking havoc in the Demon Forest through his mental power.

Their actions, if placed in the Star Dou Great Forest, would be tantamount to emptying Di Tian's basket, draining the Lake of Life, and then dumping nuclear wastewater into it. No forest king could tolerate that.

The same goes for the Evil Emperor. He originally planned to intervene during the first round of the battle, but he was stopped by someone. Of course, whether this guy can be considered human is a very serious question.

Huo Yuhao sat atop the Evil Emperor's head, lit a fire on his head, and happily roasted fish.

Hearing the crackling sound of burning above his head, the Evil Emperor chose to be angry rather than frustrated, and simply pretended to be dead and not see anything.

Normally, the Evil Emperor is not a good-tempered guy, but there are always exceptions. In the Evil Emperor's mental perception, that thing on his head was simply indescribable.

Simply by sensing it, his spiritual sea trembled violently, and a sacred and majestic hymn resounded within it, the syllables indistinct and unlike any sound a living being could produce.

As soon as the Evil Emperor tried to understand these sounds, his body underwent a dramatic change after he had just clearly heard a single syllable!

Originally, the eighty-one slippery tentacles grew feathers and were gradually twisted into pure white wings. The Evil Emperor tried to stop this process with his soul power and mental power, but it was no use. This process seemed to be irreversible.

Holy light emanated from his eyeball, which was three hundred meters in diameter. He, a tyrannical ruler with pure spiritual attributes, now possessed both light and holy attributes!

As the wings began to accumulate layer upon layer, the giant eye was enveloped in the very center. The Evil Emperor felt his power rising wildly, and the rate of increase showed no signs of slowing down. He estimated that it wouldn't be long before he would have to undergo the Heavenly Tribulation.

Although his power continued to increase, the Evil Emperor felt himself becoming less and less like himself. A sense of submission gradually crept into his soul, and his mind became increasingly empty.

His soul, body, and origin began to be slowly filled by Huo Yuhao, but for some reason, the Evil Emperor did not want to interrupt this process, and the magnificent hymn became clearer and louder.

Huo Yuhao looked down at the Evil Emperor who was pretending to be dead, a smile appearing on his face. He patted his eyeballs with his palm, picked up a skewer of grilled fish, bent down and waved it in front of his eyeballs.

"You're almost corrupted into an Old Testament angel by me, so stop pretending to be dead."

"Here's a grilled fish, how about you try it?"

"Having lived for so many years, no one has ever told you not to easily use your mental power to understand those indescribable things. Restraining your curiosity is the first essential element for survival on this continent."

Upon hearing Huo Yuhao speak, the Evil Emperor stopped pretending to be dead and carefully used his mental power to hold the grilled fish, his deep voice echoing in the air.

"Who exactly are you?"

"My body, my soul, feel so unfamiliar. What's going on? Is it pollution?"

"But why do I find it so sacred?"

Because of the pollution, the Evil Emperor has started using honorifics, and he no longer has any will to resist.

Even just to slander in one's heart is impossible; that would be such a blasphemy!

That grilled fish was incredibly sacred to him at that moment, a blessing bestowed by the highest authority! If anyone dared to try and take it from him, he would fight them to the death!

Seeing the Evil Emperor's current appearance, Huo Yuhao almost couldn't hold back his smile. He already had designs on the Evil Emperor, but he didn't expect the Evil Emperor to take the initiative to probe his true nature, only to be corrupted by "God".

The other party is now gradually transforming into an Old Testament angel; the initial evil and tyranny are slowly turning into holiness and etherealness.

The contamination of lower dimensions by higher dimensions is so unreasonable that even if you know you are being contaminated, it's useless because you can no longer resist.

Lower-dimensional beings can never pose a threat to higher-dimensional beings, just as a character in a novel cannot jump out of the page and slap the author.

This is why the Dragon God so desperately desires to become a higher-dimensional being.

Huo Yuhao touched the white feathers next to his eyeballs, feeling the texture of the cracks between the feathers, beneath which were individual eyeballs.

These eyeballs chanted sacred music with their spiritual power, music of unknown language.

But all listeners could understand its meaning; it was a hymn to a great being, the spiritual Lord, the Supreme God, who sat high in the heavens.

"Who am I? Ha, good question."

"Since you've been corrupted by me to this extent, you'll follow me from now on. From today onwards, you are the Seraphim, the Archangel Eufanim."

It signifies the chariot of God, the throne of God, bearing divine will and executing my justice.

"And my name is Huo Yuhao, above all things, the master of spirit, the supreme God."

The Evil Emperor's spiritual power surged, a sense of joy rose from his soul, his layers of wings began to unfurl, and his countless eyes slowly opened.

The countless eyes surrounding the body contain the innocence of a child, the perseverance of a youth, the melancholy of a middle-aged person, and the magnanimity of an elderly person; all aspects of human life are reflected in them, but without exception, they are all compassionate and empathetic.

A phantom halo hung behind the Evil Emperor, spinning like a wheel, its overlapping layers resembling the combined voices of tens of thousands of people praising Huo Yuhao's grace.

"Praise be to you! Great Lord!! Most High God!!!"

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