Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 215 The Storm Is Brewing

Murasaki's command was cold and resolute, leaving no room for negotiation.

Leng Yaozhu's face was pale. She glanced at Qian Gu Qingfeng, who also looked desperate in the crowd. He was not a soul spirit researcher, but a high-ranking descendant who had retreated with her.

Leng Yaozhu gritted her teeth and struggled to look away. She couldn't risk her life for a slim chance that the other party might show leniency.

Under the terrifying pressure of the Devouring Purgatory Domain, the crowd was quickly dispersed.

The faces of the non-researcher Spirit Tower Soul Masters and Guards were filled with fear and resentment, but they couldn't even muster the thought of resistance.

Zi Ji watched all of this indifferently and waved her hand lightly.

hum!

The pitch-black Devouring Purgatory Domain suddenly contracted! Those who were separated did not even have time to scream before they were instantly reduced to nothingness by the erosion of extreme darkness and destructive energy, like snowflakes thrown into a steel furnace, leaving not even a trace of ash behind.

Leng Yaozhu and the surviving researchers witnessed this horrific scene, their faces pale and their bodies trembling.

"Take them away." Zi Ji gave a calm order, and ferocious beasts stepped forward, using their soul power to imprison the terrified researchers. The entire process was lightning swift, lasting only a few moments from the start to the end of the attack.

Almost simultaneously, similar scenes unfolded at several other important branches of the Spirit Pagoda across the Douluo Continent. Faced with an absolute disparity in power, the core strength of the Spirit Pagoda, a massive organization with a history spanning millennia, was almost completely uprooted!

The news spread across the mainland as quickly as a plague, causing unprecedented panic!

People finally realized that the Soul Beast race was not just a passive victim! They possessed god-level power and began a bloody and efficient revenge!

The destruction of the Spirit Pagoda was like a heavy hammer blow, shattering humanity's long-held sense of superiority. Countless people recalled humanity's exploitation, hunting, and domestication of spirit beasts—fear spread like wildfire.

It seems that only Tang Wulin, who is in Shrek Academy and is known as the "Son of God" and the "Golden Dragon Prodigy," can bring a sliver of illusory comfort to the anxious people.

With her captives, Zi Ji easily tore through the symbolic metal wall surrounding the Star Dou Great Forest (and casually annihilated it), returning to the heart of the forest.

(P.S.: Don't bring up the fact that even a god's single strike couldn't destroy a city wall in the first game of Douluo Continent; it's too illogical.)

On the shore of the Lake of Life, Gu Yuena still sat on the bank, her long silver hair hanging down, her bare feet gently paddling the clear, cool lake water, her expression leisurely, as if the upheavals in the outside world had nothing to do with her.

Zi Ji stepped forward respectfully and knelt on one knee: "My lord, the mission is complete, everything went smoothly."

Gu Yuena didn't even turn around, but simply gave a faint "hmm" and instructed, "The Star Dou Great Forest is still too small. Have the Demon King and Bi Ji join forces to cultivate a batch of ancient trees, expand the forest area, and accommodate more races."

"Yes." Zi Ji accepted the order, and then added, "My lord, during the operation, I also captured a woman who is suspected to be related to Harosa. She seems to be his concubine in this plane."

Gu Yuena paused slightly while paddling, then resumed her normal pace, her tone remaining calm and even: "Such a trivial matter doesn't need to be reported. Since it might be related to him, let's give her some preferential treatment and send someone to send her back."

"Yes." Zi Ji understood. Her master's attitude toward that Reincarnation God seemed rather subtle.

Under Gu Yuena's will, the entire Star Dou Great Forest began to operate at full capacity, like a sophisticated and efficient war machine.

With the immense energy injected into the Dragon God's core, the spatial barrier of the Beast Platform became incredibly stable, and its internal laws were constantly being perfected. It was now no different from a true small plane, and its spatial anchor point was fixed above the Lake of Life.

All the soul researchers abducted from the Spirit Pagoda, along with all the research data and equipment they could find, were packed up and sent to the Beast Platform. There, they would be forced to "contribute" their wisdom and strength to the revival of the soul beast race.

On the other side of the Douluo Continent, at the bottom of the endless deep sea.

Nightfall's figure, like a ghost, pierced through the immense water pressure and appeared in a dark trench. Here, the air was thick with the stench of blood and the aura of weakness.

The Demon Queen sat cross-legged on a massive coral reef, her body radiating a faint purplish-black aura, clearly struggling to recover from the severe injuries inflicted by the angelic divine power. Her face was pale, and her aura was extremely weak.

Nightfall hovered in front of her, arms crossed, a hint of smugness and pride on his face, his eyes seeming to say, "See, you little brat, I'm way better than you now~"

The Demon Emperor struggled to lift his eyelids, recognizing Ye Lan. A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, and his voice, though weak, carried its usual sarcasm: "What? Did you come to laugh at me? Or did you come specifically to show off your current god-level strength?"

She had a strange trust in Ye Lan, knowing that although he was sharp-tongued and liked to tease her, he didn't have any real malice. Otherwise, he wouldn't have risked his life to protect her with that skull figurine.

In front of the Demon Emperor, Ye Lan always subconsciously adopted a strong and domineering older sister demeanor, her chin slightly raised: "Of course I have to show off! Otherwise, what was the point of my hard work cultivating to become a god? Was it to save all living beings?"

"You—" The Demon Emperor was so enraged by her words that his blood surged and he couldn't help but cough violently, but he was powerless to refute her.

Seeing her miserable state, Ye Lan abandoned his joking mood and frowned: "You're so badly injured, and you didn't even contact me? You're just trying to recover by devouring these sea spirit beasts? Your sins are too heavy; it won't benefit your cultivation."

The Demon Emperor coughed, then let out a hoarse, cold laugh as if he had heard the funniest joke: "Cough cough—"

"Looking for you? You vanished into thin air after saving me last time, without a trace. How am I supposed to find you? As for these sea spirit beasts—"

Her eyes turned cold and venomous. "They all deserve to die! As soul beasts, they worshipped human deities, worshipped that damned sea god! All soul beasts that worshipped the sea god should be devoured!"

Her obsession and hatred did not diminish in the slightest, even when she was seriously injured.

Ye Lan shook his head helplessly: "Alright, alright, I can't reason with you. Let's save your life first."

She stretched out her finger and touched the Demon Emperor's brow. Pure divine-level primordial energy flowed into the Demon Emperor's body like a gentle stream.

A comfortable blush immediately appeared on the Demon Emperor's pale face. He couldn't help but let out a satisfied hum, closed his eyes, and absorbed the pure energy with all his might. His listless aura began to improve at a visible speed.

After a while, she felt the energy input stop and opened her eyes in confusion, urging, "Continue, don't stop, I'm not fully recovered yet."

Ye Lan chuckled and withdrew her hand: "Wait a minute, I was just afraid you'd die. Now—there's something important I need you to do. This is—an order from 'Master' to the Holy Spirit Cult." She deliberately emphasized the word "Master."

The Demon Queen's expression of enjoyment vanished instantly, replaced by intense resistance and disdain. She turned her head away: "Hmph! I don't acknowledge him as the leader of the Holy Spirit Cult! His orders? I won't listen to them! I won't do them!"

Ye Lan had anticipated this, and immediately stepped forward, covering her mouth with his hand and gesturing for her to be quiet: "Shh! My dear lady, please keep your voice down! Don't say anything out of line!"

She nervously pointed to the dormant skull figurine at her waist, indicating that someone was listening.

The Demon Emperor seemed to recall Harosa's unfathomable and terrifying methods, and his momentum immediately weakened. He sullenly pouted and muttered, "—Never mind, I'll let it go since you saved me just now."

Ye Lan was amused by her rapid change of expression: "Your face changes faster than turning the pages of a book."

The Demon Emperor impatiently shook off her hand and glared at her: "Stop talking nonsense! What is it?"

Ye Lan rubbed his hands together, a sly smile spreading across his face. He lowered his voice and said, "Aren't you currently extremely weak, looking like you're about to die? Perfect! Go and find a way to contact the Abyss Plane. Tell them—you and the gods of the Douluo Plane fought a fierce battle, both sides are severely injured, you are now critically wounded and on the verge of death, and the other side is also greatly weakened. Request that they quickly intensify their attack, or—personally come to your aid?"

Just one person, severely injured, requesting assistance. Is that what you mean? I was seriously injured without even seeing their face, is that alright?

Upon hearing this, the Demon Emperor was completely stunned, his purple eyes filled with huge question marks:

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