Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 282 Meeting me, is it a lucky or unlucky thing for you?

Tang Wulin was surrounded by hundreds of crimson creatures at the True God level or above, and the pressure on him increased sharply.

He gripped the Trident of Poseidon tightly, and the blue-gold power of Poseidon rose around him like burning flames, forming a stark contrast with the surrounding dark red and purplish cold energy, as if carving out a blue island in a blood-red ocean.

The battle erupted instantly!

The crimson creatures didn't waste any words. Like the most ruthless killing machines, they launched a tidal wave of attacks from all directions, relying on their natural control over energy and absolute hostility towards intruders!

Dark red energy beams rained down like dense raindrops, and corrosive energy tentacles reached out from the void. Some even transformed into energy forms, rushing in like ghosts, attempting to dismantle Tang Wulin's defenses through direct devouring.

"The Sea God Descends, All Rivers Flow Towards!"

Tang Wulin dared not be negligent. He wielded the Trident of the Sea God like a dragon, drawing upon the vast divine power around him, which transformed into countless surging azure halberd shadows and water tornadoes, firmly protecting him in the center.

The halberd shadows and water tornadoes not only blocked attacks from all directions, but also carried powerful tearing and purifying forces, shredding and repelling any approaching crimson creatures!

The battle was extremely fierce, with the sounds of energy colliding and laws clashing constantly ringing out.

Brilliant blue-gold divine light and chilling dark red ghostly light continuously exploded in this energy-rich area, stirring up the originally relatively calm energy ocean and creating towering waves.

However, Tang Wulin soon discovered the tricky part. These crimson creatures were extremely difficult to kill completely!

When he used Poseidon's Trident to completely shatter a crimson creature, attempting to devour its primordial energy to prevent its resurrection, just as he had done with the abyssal creatures in the past, he found that the effect was greatly reduced.

In the core area of ​​this crimson realm, the pervasive crimson energy seems to possess a powerful "return to the source" characteristic.

The core essence of those shattered crimson creatures will transform into a wisp of elusive dark red light, instantly merging into the surrounding environment and disappearing.

In just a short while, Tang Wulin was astonished to discover that on the edge of the battlefield, in those areas where the origin had returned, energy began to re-gather and reshape itself!

Although the newly born crimson creatures seemed to have lower intelligence and more vacant eyes, their pure, fearless fighting spirit was even stronger, and they roared as they rejoined the battle!

"Damn it! There's no way to completely eliminate them here! Most of their origins will return and reorganize!" Tang Wulin cursed inwardly. This feeling was like being stuck in a quagmire, with seemingly endless enemies.

"Don't even think about completely devouring them. It's too inefficient and will only accelerate your consumption." Qian Renxue's cold voice rang in his mind at the right moment, carrying a clear instruction: "Your task is to attract their attention here and create a big enough commotion. I will take the opportunity to sneak into the Crimson King's Palace and see what secrets it holds. Perhaps we can find a way to completely dismantle them or control this energy source."

Before he finished speaking, a very subtle golden stream of light, almost blending into the space, silently separated from the Angelic Holy Sword mark between Tang Wulin's eyebrows.

This stream of light, as fine as a hair, contained most of Qian Renxue's divine consciousness and spirituality. It skillfully avoided all the focal areas of energy collisions, like a swimming fish, skimming the surface of the energy sea, and rapidly stealthily heading towards the majestic and mysterious deep red royal palace.

Tang Wulin understood Qian Renxue's intention: she wanted him to act as "bait" to draw fire. Although he was somewhat displeased, he also knew that this was the most reasonable strategy at the moment.

He took a deep breath, no longer fixated on complete annihilation, and instead focused the power of the Trident of Poseidon on defense, restraint, and area-of-effect energy impact, striving to make the battle more imposing and firmly attract the "hatred" of all the crimson creatures.

"Come on! You scum! Let me see how many of you can be reassembled!" Tang Wulin roared, and the Trident of Poseidon burst forth with an even more dazzling light, charging towards the area where the crimson creatures were most concentrated, pushing the battle to an even more intense stage.

The violent energy explosions and law fluctuations, like the incessant beating of war drums, spread outwards in concentric circles towards the outer edge of the Crimson Domain.

Just as Tang Wulin and the crimson creature were locked in a fierce battle, Harosa, who was engraving the final reincarnation restriction on a spatial node on the outskirts of the Crimson Domain, paused slightly.

He raised his deep, abyss-like eyes and gazed towards the energy-rich area, letting out a soft, intrigued exclamation: "Huh? They've started fighting so quickly? Judging from the intensity and nature of these energy fluctuations—it doesn't seem like the Crimson Mother is behind it, more like—an outsider?"

Deng Fengqiao, who was standing nearby, also sensed the aftershocks of the intense collision between the power of the Sea God and the crimson energy that came from afar, and chimed in, "My lord, you are wise. The source of the fluctuations is indeed in the area rich in crimson energy. It seems that there are some ignorant people who have confronted the Crimson Domain before us."

A playful smile appeared on Harosa's lips, and the originally meticulous work of setting up the net seemed to become less urgent.

He clapped his hands, as if brushing away non-existent dust, and said in a relaxed tone, "Let's go see what's going on. Let's see who dares to cause trouble in the Crimson Mother's lair."

With Harosa's strength, traversing space with Deng Fengqiao was a matter of moments. In a short while, the two had silently appeared at the edge of the fierce battlefield.

With a casual wave of his hand, Harosa completely blended the figures and auras of the two into the surrounding environment, like two detached spectators leisurely watching the fierce battle unfold.

When Deng Fengqiao saw the figure in the center of the battlefield wielding a blue trident and fighting against hundreds of crimson creatures, he was slightly taken aback, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

He examined it carefully, then said to Harosa somewhat uncertainly in a low voice, "My lord, look—doesn't that person look a bit like—that Son of God? His name seems to be Tang Wulin?"

"Oh?" Harosa's gaze also focused upon him, and after a careful examination, he confirmed, "It really is him. I didn't expect that after we parted ways on Douluo Star, he would be so lucky to survive, not only surviving but also managing to come to this Crimson Domain." A hint of curiosity lingered in his voice as he turned to Deng Fengqiao, "You've been staying in the God Realm doing research, how do you know him?"

Deng Fengqiao chuckled somewhat sheepishly and explained, "I saw it in some lower realm illustrations and legendary stories circulating in the God Realm. His image and story are widely known in Douluo Continent, and those illustrations sell quite well in some minor planes affiliated with the God Realm. I bought them and flipped through them in my spare time, so I have some impression of him."

Harosa chuckled and shook his head, never expecting that his capable subordinate, who was so engrossed in soul-guided technology, would have such a "hobby".

He turned his gaze again to Tang Wulin, who looked somewhat disheveled but was still fighting desperately on the battlefield, and said with an indescribable emotion, "It really is him. I never expected to meet him here—I really don't know whether to say he's lucky or unlucky."

Upon hearing this, Deng Fengqiao grinned, a hint of mockery in his voice, and said, "To meet an old friend like you, sir, in such a foreign land, far from my homeland, is certainly good fortune."

In his mind, with his own God King here, Tang Wulin would not perish here no matter what.

Harosa was amused by his words. Looking at Tang Wulin, who was struggling against the crimson creatures, she uttered a few words: "Meeting me? What a poor kid."

After laughing, Harosa's eyes returned to their deep and calm state.

He watched Tang Wulin's battle quietly, observing the Trident of the Sea God in Tang Wulin's hand—though its light had dimmed slightly, it still radiated the essence of a divine artifact—and his thoughts raced through his mind.

He could tell what Tang Wulin was guarding against. He was probably guarding against the Crimson Mother, who had not yet appeared. Otherwise, the siege of a hundred or so true god-level crimson creatures would not have made a first-level god with a divine position so hesitant.

"Very well—" Harosa thought to himself, "Since I've run into him, let's see what this former chosen one of destiny can still accomplish after losing the bloodline of the Golden Dragon King and experiencing three thousand years of exile."

He temporarily set aside his plan to directly quell the Crimson Domain. He wanted to see if Tang Wulin would still be favored by the universe's destiny without his direct intervention.

Can he fight for a chance to survive in this crimson realm with his own strength? Or even—can he, like in the trajectory of destiny, use some opportunity to finally bring back the Douluo God Realm that is drifting in some unknown universe?