Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 90 Inside the Demon Passage (Part Two)

For the first time, the demon leader's狰狞 face showed an expression of utter horror! It felt an irresistible, life-force-like pull coming from its weapon, from the arm that touched the tip of the sword!

Its proud, boundless demonic power and its formidable life essence surged uncontrollably toward that eerie longsword like a burst dam!

"Roar!!!"

The demon leader let out a roar of pain and fear. It instinctively tried to pull back its warhammer, but was horrified to find that its arms and even half of its body were as if they were bound by invisible chains, unable to move!

Its terrifying power of level ninety-eight was as fragile as paper in the face of that gray-white light!

Devour! Pure devouring!

Harosa focused intently, carefully sensing the energy feedback transmitted through the Netherworld Chant. A pure and vast stream of energy surged into the sword, but it was not directly converted into his own power. Instead, it was rapidly decomposed and transformed by the rebirth essence contained within the sword.

This energy is mixed and violent, with strong sulfur and bloody properties, but at its core it is still a mixture of life energy and a unique, chaotic demonic power.

"As expected - the conversion rate is not 100%." ​​Harosa understood. The devouring of the Underworld Chant was more like a high-level "digestion", breaking down the target energy into source particles and then converting it into pure rebirth power that could be absorbed. This process inevitably involved losses.

Just as the demon lord's aura was visibly weakening and about to be completely drained, its survival instinct and demonic ferocity caused it to unleash a final frenzy!

"You lowly insects! Die together!!!"

It was babbling incoherently, and Harosa couldn't understand it. All he could see was disgusting liquid gushing out of its gaping maw.

Blood-red light burst forth from its enormous single eye, and the remaining demonic power within its body burned and compressed wildly and recklessly! A terrifying energy far exceeding the previous ones, carrying destructive fluctuations, rapidly condensed at its core!

Its aura surged instantly, even briefly breaking through level 98 and touching the threshold of level 99 Limit Douluo!

This is its ultimate attack—self-destruction—burning its life and sacrificing its soul!

However, Harosa's eyes remained unmoved, only showing a hint of cold mockery.

"A death throes, utterly useless."

He twisted the wrist of the Underworld Chant with an extremely slight, yet mysterious rhythm!

Buzz!

The gray-white light on the Netherworld Aria Sword suddenly intensified! An even more domineering and profound power of rebirth erupted, like an invisible net of laws, instantly enveloping the core of the demon leader that was about to explode!

The violently compressed energy was like boiling oil thrown into ice water, instantly losing all its activity! It wasn't suppressed, but rather its explosive nature was forcibly "erased" by a higher level of law, restoring it to the most primitive and docile energy particles!

A god should have the aura of a god.

"puff!"

A soft sound, like a bubble bursting. The demon leader's massive body stiffened abruptly, the frenzied bloodlust in its eyes instantly extinguished, replaced by endless emptiness and despair. The brief power it had gained by burning its life force, along with its last vestiges of consciousness, was mercilessly and utterly devoured and purified by the chanting of the underworld!

The towering body seemed to have all its bones and flesh removed, instantly drying and weathering away, turning into a handful of ashes that were scattered by the chaotic air currents surging within the passage.

The death of the demon lord served as a signal.

Harosa didn't even glance at the swarming, low-level demons that followed closely behind. He simply casually drew a perfect arc around himself with the Underworld Chant.

There was no earth-shattering sword light, no howling sword energy. There was only a barely perceptible, extremely fine grayish-white ripple, spreading silently from the tip of the sword.

Wherever this ripple passed, time and space seemed to freeze for a moment.

Those ferocious, roaring demons—whether they were inferior demons wielding sharp claws, winged demons spewing acid, or mighty giant demons with immense strength—froze in their tracks! The ferocity on their faces instantly solidified, replaced by a pure, primal fear.

Then, as if erased by an invisible eraser,

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!

A dense, faint crackling sound merged into one! All the demons touched by the gray-white ripples, regardless of size or strength, had their bodies collapse and disintegrate silently from the inside, like fragile porcelain! There was no flying blood or flesh, no severed limbs, only large swaths of gray-black dust instantly spreading out, like moths thrown into a fire, turning into nothingness in an instant!

The energy within them—whether it be the faint essence of life or the pitiful power of demons—was insufficient even to be "devoured" in the face of the domineering laws of rebirth chanted by the underworld. They were directly annihilated and assimilated into part of the chaotic energy within the passage.

The deafening horde of demons vanished into utter silence in the blink of an eye.

Only the smell of sulfur and the slowly falling dust remained in the passage.

Harosar slowly withdrew the Netherworld Chant, the sword's blade shimmering with greyish-white light, like a satiated beast returning to silence. He closed his eyes, focusing intently on the energy he had gained from devouring the demon commander.

"A demon commander who is close to the limit of Douluo, plus hundreds or even thousands of miscellaneous soldiers," Harosa silently calculated in his mind. "The pure energy that is ultimately converted and absorbed is roughly equal to the total soul power output of seven ordinary Title Douluos when they unleash their full power at once - the demon commander accounts for the majority, about five units, and the rest of the miscellaneous soldiers add up to about two units."

He frowned slightly. The efficiency was lower than he had expected.

The energy released when that demon leader burned his life force far exceeded five units; he had also leveled up his soul power level by level, which was far greater than that of a 98-level demon.

The amount of soul power contained in a Soul Master who can unleash a level 99 combat power is crystal clear. Although the Soul Master and Demon cultivation systems are definitely different, the energy measurement is universal.

The number of grunts and their individual energy levels combined far exceed two units. Clearly, the process of devouring and transforming underworld chants involves considerable losses; it's not a matter of "replenishing as much as you eat."

The more mixed and violent the target energy, the worse its compatibility with the power of rebirth, and the greater the loss. The conversion efficiency of demonic power, which is full of chaos, destruction, and evil attributes, is probably much lower than that of a Douluo Soul Master's soul power.

"It seems that relying solely on the Netherworld's chanting of 'eating' demons isn't the best way to efficiently devour this plane." Harosa's eyes gleamed with a greyish-white light as he gazed into the ever-widening darkness deep within the passage. "The key lies in the plane's origin."

He gently brushed his fingertips across the cold blade of the Netherworld Chant, feeling the power of the primordial source of life and death contained within it.

The longsword emitted a deep hum, as if in response.

Harosa didn't linger. He strode forward, his figure like a ghost blending into the shadows, silently and resolutely walking towards the ever-expanding end of the demon passage, which resembled a gaping maw of an abyss.

Each step he took felt like stepping on the beating heart of the demonic plane. His target was never these cannon fodder demon minions, but the vast and chaotic core of this plane itself!

The devouring has only just begun.