Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 91 Inside the Demon Passage (Part 3)

Confirming that no more demons were approaching, Harosar did not rush to delve deeper into the ever-expanding passage, which resembled the throat of a behemoth. His greyish-white eyes swept across the passage walls, where the space stones, mysteriously interwoven with the demon stones and radiating a soft silver light, captivated his gaze like stars in the night.

"Spatial Stone—such a treasure, how could I miss it?" A barely perceptible smile curved Harosa's lips. With a slight thought, he didn't retract the Netherworld Chant; instead, the tip of his sword trembled slightly, and streams of condensed, almost tangible, grayish-white sword energy silently shot out! These sword energies weren't for attack; instead, they carried an extremely precise cutting intent, like the most skillful carving knife, carefully traversing and peeling away along the delicate seam connecting the Spatial Stone and the Demon Stone.

The soft, cutting sounds of meowing echoed through the deathly silent passage. Pieces of silver crystal, varying in size and seemingly imbued with the ripples of liquid space within, were peeled away like ripe fruit.

With a wave of his hand, Harosa summoned a storage soul tool with an ancient design and inscribed with complex spatial runes, which floated in front of him and emitted a gentle suction force, drawing in all the precious space stones and the evil demon stones that were added as "add-ons".

He dug with exceptional care, his movements fluid and graceful, as if he were conducting an elegant harvest.

However, his exploration had clear boundaries. Harosa's divine sense, like invisible tentacles, extended towards the distant Douluo plane.

There, he clearly sensed the stable spatial anchor point he had left behind, like a lighthouse. This was the coordinate he would use to return through the gates of the underworld, and a reliable escape route for his exploration of unknown dimensions.

When he dug to the side near the Douluo plane, where the distance to the anchor point began to blur as if through a thick layer of frosted glass, he decisively stopped.

"That's about it," Harosa muttered to himself. Going any further, once the anchor point is lost, the risk of getting lost in this distorted dimensional passage, even with his extraordinary spatial skills, will greatly increase.

Just as he stopped and pocketed the last batch of ore, a whoosh—*crack!*

A chilling spatial wail suddenly resounded! The passage walls, whose supporting materials had been almost "skinned" hollowed out by Harosa, could no longer maintain their stability! The large section of the passage closest to the Douluo plane collapsed and twisted inwards instantly, like a husk without a skeleton!

The pitch-black cracks spread like a spider web, and violent spatial turbulence surged out from the cracks, pulverizing the remaining demon stones!

The spatial structure of that area completely collapsed and vanished, turning into a void of chaos!

This violent collapse was the source of the "forced closure of the Demon Passage" in the previous Douluo plane!

Harosa's actions effectively severed one of the main paths, and the only known route, from the Demon Dimension to Douluo Continent.

Harosa paid no heed to this, not even glancing at the collapsing void. His gaze was already fixed on the other end of the passage, on the ever-widening darkness that seemed to lead to an abyss. He concealed his presence, his figure drifting forward silently like a ghost merging into the shadows.

As they went deeper, the diameter of the passage expanded to an astonishing several hundred feet, resembling a huge underground cavern. As Harosa's divine sense spread forward like an invisible tide, covering the vast space ahead, a highly impactful scene entered his perceptual "vision."

Densely packed! Really densely packed!

Thousands upon thousands of demons, like sesame seeds reeking of sulfur, carelessly scattered across the floor of a vast cavern, swarmed haphazardly into the extremely open area at the end of the passage. They varied in form, howling and groaning, the air thick with an aura of frenzy, bloodlust, and chaos, forming a chilling sea of ​​demons. Their numbers far exceeded the advance force by more than tenfold!

Harossa instantly understood: "No wonder no demons followed; they were all stuck in this 'hall'." Presumably, the higher-ups of the demon plane knew that the entrance to the passage was narrow, and to avoid overcrowding and trampling, or perhaps it was simply that the demons' chaotic nature made them difficult to control, so they ordered the army to gather here and wait for the reconnaissance signal from the vanguard.

His divine sense was like the most sophisticated scanner, not only capturing the number of demons, but also clearly distinguishing their composition and strength, and making a classification.

Demon soldiers, mostly less than ten feet tall, are the most inferior and chaotic in appearance. Their strength is between Soul Master and Soul Emperor. They are the most numerous cannon fodder, like a surging black tide.

The little devils are nearly ten feet in size, with relatively uniform shapes, many of them having claws or fleshy wings. Their strength ranges from Soul Saint to Soul Douluo, and they are the backbone of the legion.

The Great Demons are generally over two zhang tall, with muscles that are thick and fleshy, and heavy carapaces. They wield crude but powerful lava weapons, and their aura is fierce. Their strength is comparable to that of a Title Douluo (level 90) to a Super Douluo (level 95). Their numbers are relatively small, like rocks scattered in the tide.

The demon commanders, each nearly three zhang tall, came in various forms but all exuded a powerful aura. Their auras fluctuated between level 96 and 98 Super Douluo, and there were seven or eight of them, scattered throughout the sea of ​​demons like generals.

The Demon Grand Commander, located at the heart of the entire legion, was a colossal being nearly five zhang tall! Its form was more humanoid.

But it is covered with a thick, dark gold carapace that looks like it is flowing with magma patterns, and has three pairs of curved giant horns on its head, with a thick, long tail covered with bone spikes trailing behind it.

It simply stood there, and the terrifying pressure it exuded distorted the surrounding air; its energy intensity had clearly reached the level of a quasi-god!

Its enormous single eye, burning with dark golden flames, impatiently scanned the restless legion.

At this moment, several demon commanders were surrounding the mountain-like demon chieftain, emitting piercing, chaotic roars filled with the distinctive guttural sounds of demons and the smell of sulfur.

Harosa couldn't understand his babbling.

"Hooray! Commander! Have Valverde and the others gotten there yet? My sons can't wait to tear those Douluo people to shreds!" A demon commander wielding a massive lava chain hammer asked in a deep voice, his tone filled with impatience.

"Hiss! Great Commander, when can we set off? The passage is so small, it's too slow to squeeze through! Let's just charge straight through!" Another demon commander with huge bone wings flapped his wings, stirring up a foul wind.

"Whoosh! Great Commander, my claws are itching for a bite! The tender soul of the legendary Douluo is calling me!" Another demon commander, resembling a giant lizardman, flicked his forked tongue.

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