Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 131 Harosa? Yali, the Developer, Divine Realm Anomaly (Part Two)

Harosa's figure, like a demon god bringing endless shadows, carrying the lingering life force of the herb garden and his unique, chilling aura of the dead, walked in step by step. His gaze, like a precise probe, instantly locked onto the familiar yet unfamiliar white figure on the wicker chair deep in the garden.

He walked leisurely, straight through the elegantly arranged garden path, ignoring the carefully cultivated ornamental plants, and finally stopped in front of Yali, no more than a foot away.

Yali's upper eyelashes seemed to tremble almost imperceptibly at the arrival of Harosa, revealing the undisguised panic in her heart.

A shadow fell, carrying an invisible pressure. Yali's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of her chest, but she suppressed it fiercely, not daring to even tremble her eyelashes, maintaining that empty, blank gaze.

Harosa gazed at her silently. Her face was more flawless than it had been thirty years ago; her skin was as smooth as the finest porcelain, gleaming with a lustrous sheen in the soft light. The vitality that had once been dimmed by the depletion of her life force was now brimming with life, like a ripe, juicy fruit.

But those eyes... those eyes that were once as bright as stars, full of compassion and tenderness, are now like dusty gems, hollow and chilling—at least, on the surface.

A playful smile curved Harosa's lips. He slowly raised his right hand, his long, slender fingers reaching towards Yali's smooth, delicate cheek, as white as jade. His fingertips, carrying a slightly cool touch, drew closer, as if brushing away nonexistent dust.

Closer and closer.

Yali could even feel the subtle airflow from those fingertips brushing against the fine hairs on her cheeks! Her heart clenched suddenly, and all the muscles in her body tensed to their limit, hidden beneath the wide skirt!

Her soul screamed wildly, her body instinctively wanting to dodge, to escape! But she gritted her teeth, using all her willpower to suppress the trembling in her body and the urge to close her eyes, forcing herself to maintain that blank expression, her eyes still staring blankly at a point of nothingness in front of her.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch that delicate skin, Harosa's hand... stopped.

It hovered in the air less than half an inch from Yali's cheek.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment. Only the rustling of leaves in the breeze and Yali's own heart pounding like a drum, forcibly suppressed in her chest, filled the garden.

Harosa gazed at Ari's flawless yet stiff profile, as if it were a mask, at the tips of her trembling eyelashes that she stubbornly refused to close, and at her hands, their knuckles white from excessive exertion beneath her wide sleeves...

He sneered inwardly. "Pretend? Let's see how long you can keep up the act!"

This is how you can pique people's interest.

This silent stalemate was more agonizing than any direct contact. Yali felt as if she were being slowly roasted over a low flame, every second a torture. She used almost all her willpower to barely maintain her crumbling facade.

Do not touch me!

Harosa seemed to enjoy the feeling of controlling his prey's heartbeat. His hovering finger did not retract; instead, it twitched slightly, and a wisp of extremely subtle, almost imperceptible grayish-brown energy swirled around his fingertip.

This wisp of air, carrying a hint of icy desolation, silently coiled around a strand of golden hair that fell onto Yali's shoulder, like the most nimble snake.

A strand of hair was gently lifted by an invisible force and wrapped around Harosa's fingertips, as if she were playing with a delicate toy.

The ends of her hair brushed against Yali's sensitive earlobes and the delicate skin on the side of her neck, bringing a series of subtle, tingling, and itchy sensations that made her heart flutter.

"Hmm..." A very faint, almost hallucinatory hum escaped uncontrollably from Yali's tightly pursed lips! Her body stiffened abruptly! Realizing her loss of composure, she immediately bit her lower lip hard, forcibly suppressing the following sounds and the instinctive trembling of her body. Her face instantly turned even paler, and a fine layer of cold sweat even seeped from her forehead.

Harosa caught the soft groan, as well as her momentary stiffness and the layer of cold sweat. The amusement in his eyes deepened, and the smile on his lips carried a wicked satisfaction.

A long-lost feeling arose in Harosa's heart.

He didn't continue to stroke that strand of hair, but instead withdrew the divine power that was wrapped around it. The strand of golden hair, having lost its support, smoothly slid back onto Yali's shoulder.

But Harosa's hand did not leave. His gaze, almost tangible, slowly moved downwards, sweeping over Aly's swan-like neck, lingering for a moment on her delicate collarbone, and then... continued downwards.

His gaze, as if carrying an invisible weight, slowly moved downwards, sweeping over Yali's swan-like neck, lingering for a moment on her delicate collarbone, and then... continued downwards, finally settling on the area near Yali's chest. There, Yali's suppressed breathing was particularly tense, each rise and fall seeming to be resisting some invisible pressure.

Harosa's right hand, the one that had just been playing with a strand of hair, slowly fell, its target... seemingly the undulating curves!

Yali's heart leaped into her throat! She felt all the blood rush to her head, and a wave of immense shame and fear overwhelmed her! She almost screamed uncontrollably!

However, Harosa's hand did not actually fall. His fingertips stopped again just a thin layer of fabric away from Yali. Then, his palm opened, facing down, and hovered in front of Yali. An invisible, immense pressure, carrying the bone-chilling power of divine rebirth, descended suddenly like a tangible cage!

This feeling... is even more bizarre than direct touch! Yali felt her breath stop instantly, as if her entire upper body was being pressed down hard by an invisible dough. Every breath became extremely difficult, and every rise and fall felt like a struggle against the destructive power of the copper barrier.

Under the invisible pressure, the shape of those beautiful curves seemed to become even more pronounced, the soft fabric clinging to the skin, outlining a breathtaking arc.

Her body tensed uncontrollably, fine beads of sweat sliding down her smooth forehead and dripping onto her clenched fists.

Her hands rested on her lap. She kept her head down, not daring to look at Harosa again. Her long eyelashes trembled wildly like the wings of a startled butterfly, and she could no longer maintain that empty gaze, which was now filled with tears.

Harosa admired her struggle and pretense; her feigned composure was so fragile and laughable under his absolute power and control. He watched with satisfaction as her chest heaved violently, struggling to breathe under his invisible "control," and as her slender waist appeared even more delicate and fragile due to the tension in her body.

His gaze continued downwards, past that slender waist, and landed on that suddenly blossoming, exquisitely beautiful area tightly wrapped in a soft long dress. The perfect curves of her waist and hips, like the Creator's most prized masterpiece, were full of the ultimate allure and beauty of a young woman.

Harosa's right hand finally moved. Without any hesitation, his cold fingertips, covered in divine armor, carried a chilling power of rebirth, and like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, instantly struck the most slender hollow on Ari's left side!

"Ugh!" Yali felt as if she had been stabbed by a cold, poisonous needle, and her body trembled violently! A suppressed whimper squeezed out from the depths of her throat! She could no longer maintain her sitting posture, and her body instinctively curled up violently backward, instinctively wanting to escape that blasphemous touch!

But Harosa's fingers did not penetrate deeply, leaving only a cold, piercing mark and a corrosive sensation of divine power on that spot before settling as still as a rock. — (Deleted)

A low, chilling laugh, carrying an air of absolute control, escaped Harosa's throat. The finger on her waist suddenly intensified its power of rebirth, as if branding her with a cold iron.

"The recovery... is indeed quite good." His deep voice sounded in Yali's ear, like a devil's whisper, carrying a naked scrutiny and a cold declaration. "It seems that all those years of stolen life essence haven't been wasted."

Yali's body trembled violently under his palm, like a leaf falling in a storm.

All pretense collapsed completely at this moment! Immense humiliation, fear, and a sense of despair at being thoroughly seen through and manipulated overwhelmed her like a tidal wave. Crystalline tears could no longer be controlled, and like pearls from a broken string, large drops slid down from the corners of her tightly closed eyes, dripping onto her clenched fists and onto the back of Harossa's hand covered by cold divine armor.

She bit her lower lip hard, even tasting a hint of blood, to keep from screaming in despair. Her soul felt as if it were being torn apart, one half enduring the humiliation of this blasphemous touch, while the other half screamed madly, trying to escape.

As Harosa watched her break down in tears, and felt the incredibly alluring yet trembling body beneath him, the tension he felt due to the damage to the herb garden seemed to dissipate somewhat.

But it was just contact, and there was no further step.

(Please let me pass the review, I really have no other choice.)

He was about to speak, perhaps wanting to continue enjoying her disheveled state, or perhaps wanting to apply more pressure... when suddenly!

Harosar abruptly stopped! Without warning, his left hand, covered in divine armor, rose and gripped Yali's slender wrist, preventing her from instinctively pushing him away. At the same time, his grey-brown eyes instantly sharpened like lightning, turning sharply towards the direction of the temple, or more precisely, towards the depths of the temple, the area symbolizing the core of the divine realm!

An extremely subtle yet incredibly powerful spatial fluctuation, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, suddenly erupted from the depths of the temple!

This fluctuation was unlike any other soul power or divine power. It carried a chaotic, violent, and sulfurous aura of alien energy that instantly swept across the entire Realm of Rebirth!

Boom! ...

The entire divine realm seemed to let out a muffled groan under this sudden impact! The gray mist in the sky surged wildly, like a boiling oil pan! The immortal herbs in the herb garden swayed violently, their light flickering!

He abruptly released Yali's wrist, not even bothering to glance again at her slumped in the wicker chair, tears streaming down her face, still shaken.

The Holy Spirit Douluo, his branches trembling wildly.

His figure instantly transformed into a streak of grayish-brown light that tore through space, moving at an unimaginable speed towards the core area of ​​the temple—

The source of the spatial fluctuation burst shot out!

Yali was left alone, slumped in the garden, a scene of utter devastation (psychologically), breathing heavily as tears silently streamed down her face. The cold, divine armor still seemed to linger on her wrist.

The exhaustion from surviving the ordeal and the even greater fear of the unknown gripped her heart like two giant hands. She stared blankly in the direction where Harosa had disappeared, not knowing what that terrifying spatial fluctuation meant, only feeling that the cage that imprisoned her seemed to be getting caught in an even bigger storm.