Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Just as she was overwhelmed by a profound sense of unease and weakness, a cold yet familiar voice rang out unexpectedly from behind her:

"Oh, you're awake?"

Yali's heart skipped a beat! That voice...

She felt her body being gently yet irresistibly turned over by an invisible force. Her gaze shifted, and a figure dressed in dark casual clothes, pale-faced, with eyes as deep as an icy pool, clearly came into view—Haros, the King of the Underworld!

Harosa caught the fleeting shock and fear in Yali's eyes, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips: "What, surprised to see me?"

Suppressing her fear, Yali ignored her weakness and dry throat, her voice hoarse and urgent: "How is Shrek? What about the others?"

This was her deepest concern before she fell into a coma.

Harosa's smile held a hint of amusement, as if he were watching something amusing: "You're barely able to take care of yourself, yet you still have the mind to care about others?"

Yali's eyes sharpened instantly, and despite her weakness, her voice held an undeniable resolve: "I'm asking you, where are the others?!"

Harosa's gaze suddenly turned cold. He raised his arm and reached out to grab Yali. Yali's body immediately floated uncontrollably toward him, her slender neck instantly gripped firmly by a cold and powerful hand!

"Ugh! Cough..." A feeling of suffocation came instantly, and Yali struggled painfully, but the difference in strength was too great.

Harosa moved closer, his eyes dangerously fixed on her face, which was flushed red from suffocation. He slowly increased the pressure on her hand, his voice icy and chilling: "Have I been too kind to you?"

He spoke as if recounting something utterly ordinary, his tone calm yet every word sharp as a knife:

"Shrek? Of course, I wiped them all out. I personally killed them one by one. Your master's wife, that old woman named Long Yeyue, I beheaded her with a single sword stroke. And your 'Brother Yunming'..."

Harosa deliberately emphasized the title, laced with deep sarcasm, "That idiot, he was still in seclusion cultivating until his death. I forcibly interrupted him, causing a backlash that left him severely injured and coughing up blood. I've pinned him to the position of his master, Bei Songhe, back then... Tsk tsk tsk, the look in his eyes before he died was exactly the same as his master's back then—ruthless, yet... utterly incompetent. Hehehe..."

An incompetent husband.

He let out a low, strange laugh, like the hooting of an owl, filled with cruel pleasure.

After saying that, he suddenly released his grip.

"Cough cough cough... Uh... Cough cough..." Yali fell like a rag doll, coughing violently, her body curled up, greedily breathing in the cold air, her face turning from flushed to deathly pale.

What tormented her a thousand times more than suffocation was the description of Shrek Academy's destruction and Yun Ming's gruesome death by Harosa! Every word was like a poisoned dagger, piercing her heart!

An overwhelming grief engulfed her like a tsunami. Tears flowed uncontrollably down her pale and beautiful face, quickly wetting it and blurring her features.

She was breathing heavily and crying uncontrollably, her shoulders trembling helplessly. Her cries were filled with despair and heartbreak, sounding especially desolate in the deathly silence.

Yali's sobs gradually subsided, until only silent tears and slightly trembling shoulders remained. Tear streaks meandered down her beautiful cheeks, making her face appear even paler and more sorrowful.

Overwhelmed by immense grief and despair, like a icy tide, she was completely engulfed. She looked up; her once pure and compassionate eyes were now lifeless, devoid of any light, only empty and ashen. She looked at Harosa, her voice as soft as a breeze that might vanish at any moment:

"Kill me..."

There was no will to live in those words, only a deathly calm and utter surrender. The air seemed to freeze, and even the distant sound of the wind became exceptionally clear.

"Hahaha..." Harosa's laughter suddenly broke the silence. But the laughter was not joyful; instead, it was filled with a twisted, almost manic quality, churning with intense possessiveness and naked savagery that sent chills down one's spine.

He laughed for a while before stopping, then bent over with his hands on his knees, his eyes fixed on Yali with a sharp and dangerous gaze, like a predator eyeing its prey. His Adam's apple bobbed, as if he were suppressing some uncontrollable emotion.

"Kill you?" He took a step forward, his tall figure casting a heavy shadow that completely enveloped Yali, who was curled up on the ground.

The dust on the ground was kicked up by his heavy footsteps, raising fine dust between the two of them. His gaze swept over Yali's slender neck, her heaving chest, and her tiny waist with undisguised and aggressive intent, as if he were assessing the value of an object, with a naked scrutiny and desire for control.

He stretched out his rough palm and gently stroked the Underworld Chant at his waist, the metal rubbing against the leather making a soft sound.

"There's no such thing as a free lunch," Harosa's voice deepened, tinged with amusement and cruelty. "What do you think I went to such lengths to keep you alive until now? Hmm? From the moment you stepped into this territory, your life was no longer your own."

He crouched down, reached out and pinched Yali's chin, forcing her to look him in the eye. "Look at your eyes. These are the eyes that first captivated me. How can you let them lose their sparkle so quickly?"

Yali felt a chill run down her spine under his aggressive gaze, as if she were being coiled by a venomous snake. From the ashes of despair, another immense fear instantly ignited!

She instinctively wanted to back away, but her body was stiff with weakness and fear, unable to move. Her nails dug deep into her palms, trying to calm herself down.

She hugged her arms tightly, trying to cover herself, her eyes filled with terror and resistance, her voice trembling with despair:

"No...no...please...no..." Her voice grew softer and softer, until it was almost a sob. Overwhelmed by fear, she temporarily forgot her grief, leaving only her instinctive will to survive and resist.

She trembled like a frightened little animal in the shadow of a predator, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face, soaking her clothes, her eyes filled with helplessness and pleading.

Harosa stood aside, coldly watching her heartbroken state. The silent sobs and the endless stream of tears did not evoke any pity in him; instead, they stirred an inexplicable, nameless anger within him!

He's very angry and needs to vent.