Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

(This has been edited; many awkward parts are due to content being removed. The author will strictly adhere to industry rules and will not involve vulgar content. The content was roughly about Harosa and Yali having sex. I have already begged for leniency.)

"Don't come near me!"

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Yali's pleas were like a stone thrown into an abyss, receiving no response and instead stirring up even deeper darkness. The undisguised light of control in Harosa's eyes did not fade, but rather intensified, as if he were enjoying the futile struggle of his prey.

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"Beg me?" Harosa's voice was low and dangerous, carrying a cruel sense of control. "There is no mercy here, only the rule of power."

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The hazy, deathly aura of the Realm of Rebirth seemed to be stirred by some kind of will, becoming even thicker and more viscous, like a tangible curtain, silently descending and completely isolating the space where the two were from the outside world.

The dim light was further swallowed up, and her vision became blurred. Yali could only feel the icy aura surrounding and engulfing her like a tide.

That aura was filled with the meaning of death and end, which was incompatible with the light and life represented by her Prayer Angel Martial Soul, forming the strongest conflict and erosion.

She wanted to shout, but her throat was choked by an invisible force, and she couldn't make a sound. She wanted to mobilize her soul power, but her sea of ​​consciousness was like a frozen lake, her spiritual power exhausted and her soul core dormant.

Extreme weakness and immense mental shock made it difficult for her to even mount a basic resistance, and she could only endure the corrosive influence of that cold will with great difficulty.

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In the dim space, only suppressed breathing and Ya Li's barely suppressed trembling could be heard. Time seemed to stretch out, each second filled with agonizing torment. The last faint glimmer of her Martial Soul, like a candle flickering in the wind, was finally swallowed up completely in this desolate realm.

As the heavy gray fog slowly dissipated and the light thinned again, Yali was still lying on the cold ground. Her eyes were tightly closed, her face was so pale it was almost transparent, and her lips were bitten until they bled, oozing a glaring crimson.

The tear stains had long since dried, replaced by a deeper, deathly stillness, as if her very soul had been emptied. She curled up like a rag doll that had lost all support, enveloped in an inescapable chill and a sense of brokenness.

She lay on the ground like a fragile flower utterly destroyed by a fierce wind, like a soulless shell. Her tears had long since dried, leaving only the parched tear tracks on her face, silently testifying to the despair and abyssal pain of that night.

She gazed at the gray sky above, and the last glimmer of light in her once bright eyes was completely extinguished.

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Ya Li's body trembled almost imperceptibly, but she didn't respond or open her eyes. That last glimmer of light belonging to the Holy Spirit Douluo seemed to have truly gone out, leaving only endless darkness.

Harosa straightened his slightly disheveled clothes, his gaze sweeping over the gloomy, monotonous environment littered with skeletons. His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly. Although the experience had satisfied a certain desire for control, being in such a desolate and ruined place made the whole process seem far too... crude.

"It seems we really need to work on the infrastructure," he muttered to himself. As the ruler of this realm, he couldn't keep living in a "garbage dump." Although he liked places filled with deathly energy, it didn't mean he had abandoned humanity's inherent need for a comfortable living environment.

He ignored Yali, who lay curled up on the ground, her breath faint and broken. In the realm of the dead, her life, death, and will were all in his hands. He didn't know how long this control and deprivation lasted; he stopped when he was satisfied, as he had other business to attend to.

Harosa turned his attention back to the huge gray-white sphere that had been barely sealed off using a massive amount of bone powder.

Time passed in focused vigil. The twelve undead spirit knights, like tireless worker ants, carried enormous skeletons from various parts of the realm of the dead time and time again.

Harosa's divine sense controlled these skeletons to shatter in mid-air, turning them into new powder that continuously replenished the surface of the giant sphere, offsetting the energy consumption caused by the internal energy conflicts.

After an unknown amount of time, Harosa finally no longer needed to maintain a high level of bone meal replenishment. With a slight thought, a villa made of silver-white metal rose from the ground on a relatively flat area of ​​white bone not far from the giant sphere.

The building boasts a simple yet modern style and is equipped with comprehensive living facilities. Most remarkably, the interior of the villa was designed by Harosa using pure soul power and some of the life-attribute materials he had captured, creating a miniature circulation system that isolates it from the deathly atmosphere of the outside world, maintaining a relatively fresh and comfortable environment. There is even a small miniature garden simulating natural light and soil, which stands out starkly against the gloomy and desolate backdrop of the God Realm of Rebirth.

For the next three months, Harosa kept a close eye on the huge, grayish-white sphere.

Harosa also moved Yali into the metal villa.

From Harosa's perspective, suspended in mid-air, through the villa's bright floor-to-ceiling windows, one can see a figure sitting quietly in a metal chair in the miniature garden.

It was Yali.

She changed into a simple white dress, her hair meticulously combed, revealing her still stunningly beautiful face, exuding a mature charm. However, her eyes were empty and lifeless, like dusty crystals, staring blankly into a distant, non-existent garden.

She sat motionless, like a meticulously crafted but soulless porcelain doll, or a rag doll stripped of all life and left to be manipulated. The comfortable environment of the villa contrasted sharply with the deathly aura emanating from her.

She changed into a simple white dress, her hair was neatly combed, revealing her still stunningly beautiful face with a mature charm.

However, her eyes were empty and lifeless, like dusty crystals, staring blankly into a distant, non-existent garden. She sat motionless, like a meticulously crafted but soulless porcelain doll, or a rag doll stripped of all life and left to be manipulated at will.

The comfortable environment inside the villa contrasted sharply with the deathly aura emanating from her.

Harosa's gaze lingered on her for a moment, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, as if he were merely confirming the condition of an object. Then, his gaze returned to the enormous, grayish-white sphere of bone powder.

Energy ripples still rippled across the surface of the sphere, but they seemed calmer than the initial violent fluctuations. Harosa continued to apply small amounts of bone powder to maintain the stability of the seal. He sat cross-legged, like the most patient hunter, awaiting the unknown transformation within the sphere.