Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 98 Devouring the Demon's Essence? Trying to steal my race track?

Forget about whether they're a good match or not, Douluo Continent people, are you cheating?

The Shadow Assassins' enormous compound eyes were filled with pain and utter shock. Just moments ago, they had been fighting this Douluo man to a standstill, and even had the upper hand thanks to their home-field advantage and exquisite teamwork.

How could the opponent's combat power have undergone such a dramatic change in such a short time simply by taking complete control of the two undead bone dragons through divine sense?!

That precise prediction, that instantaneous burst of penetrating power and speed far exceeding anything before, and the sudden increase in the pressure and attack intensity of the Ice and Fire Dragon King's undead—this didn't seem like controlling an undead at all; it was more like an extension of his own body, a perfect manifestation of his will!

What they faced before wasn't even the full power of this Douluo?!

A cunning Douluo man.

The Lava Blade Demon's massive lava head abruptly turned towards its wounded companion, its hellfire-burning eyes filled with disbelief and shock. Its slash, having cleaved through the air, cleaved a vast expanse of rock, lava cascading down like a waterfall, yet it could not conceal the turbulent emotions surging within it. This Douluo was hiding his true power far too well!

The two demon gods' massive bodies froze slightly in mid-air for a moment. Their huge compound eyes and burning pupils quickly met. In the depths of their eyes, there was not pure fear or anger, but a strange color that was extremely subtle and carried some indescribable meaning. There was surprise, doubt, fear, and even a trace of annoyance at being outmaneuvered.

They seemed to have exchanged a silent message, but the situation was urgent and they had no time to think it through.

Harosar took it all in, his inward sneer deepening. These demons were indeed dishonest; their earlier plea for "cooperation"...

It's likely that there was also a scheme to lure him into Yi.

The cunning demon man:

He stood firmly atop the Water Dragon King's skull, which radiated absolute chill. The Underworld Chant pointed diagonally downwards, and the dark purple divine blood dripping from the tip of his sword sizzled in the scorching air, turning into wisps of foul-smelling blue smoke.

A gray-brown, decaying wood-colored halo slowly rotated behind him, radiating a tranquil yet heavy pressure that contrasted sharply with the increasingly violent and evil aura emanating from the depths of the temple.

He no longer looked at the Shadow Assassin Demon, whose aura was weak after being injured, who was pressing his wound with his scythe, and whose dark purple energy was constantly trying to repair his carapace. His cold gaze locked directly on the Lava Blade Demon, whose aura was still violent but who was clearly more wary. His voice was like ice scraping against rock:

"How strong is Atong exactly?" he asked directly, as if the thunderous attack just now was just a trivial interlude.

He truly believed that the temple and the "A-Tong" within it were related to Douluo, and the ancient Douluo-style architecture itself was irrefutable proof. As for whether the legend was true or false? Harosa didn't care at all. He only cared about one thing—this so-called "A-Tong" was also devouring the demonic essence!

The demon plane is only so big, and its essence is only so much! This is equivalent to competing with Harosar for food!

Is this okay?

He worked so hard to clear the passage, not to benefit someone else! This matter must be addressed!

Two streams of scorching white vapor spewed from the Lava Blade Demon's enormous nostrils, its voice like rolling thunder, carrying resentment and a hint—almost imperceptible—awe: "Atong—she is a Demon Lord-level being!"

It seemed to find the title too vague, and seeing Harosa's expressionless, clearly unconvinced, greyish-white eyes, it quickly added, "She's just... way much stronger than us! We're like ants in her presence!"

"Oh?" Harosa raised an eyebrow. "Be more specific. How much stronger are you? How much stronger are you than them?" He pointed to the Water Dragon King undead emanating a second-level divine pressure at his feet and the Fire Dragon King undead blazing with white flames beside him.

The Shadow Assassin, enduring excruciating pain, sent a hoarse, bitter intrusion into the room: "My lord—compared to her, we're probably—not even a hundred or so could compare—" Its enormous compound eyes gazed at the two skeletons of undead dragon kings, with an indifference that viewed them as "powerful tools" rather than as living beings. "As for these two powerful undead—their auras do indeed far surpass ours, but I'm afraid—they're still far inferior to the Demon Lord! That's an absolute difference in the level of life and the essence of power!"

Seemingly to increase his persuasiveness, the Shadow Assassin Demon mustered his energy and spoke rapidly, emphasizing again: "My lord! Legend has it that before 'A' descended, our demon plane, though chaotic and cruel, had never given birth to a god! It was her arrival, her power, and the otherworldly laws she brought—like a key—that forcibly opened the path to godhood in our plane! It was she who ushered in the divine era of the demon plane!"

"Later, over the long years, A-Que was gradually corrupted by power and tainted by the chaotic will within the demonic essence, ultimately falling completely into the form of 'A-Tong'! Our ancestors, the ten most powerful demon gods who had just embarked on the path of godhood, took advantage of A-Tong's inability to fully control the power of the Demon Lord and to completely stabilize her realm. They paid a heavy price, almost all of them perishing, leaving only their will imprints, to seal her in the deepest part of this temple she built herself, a temple that also contains the laws of Douluo! The Douluo artifact that forms the core of the temple is both the source of her power and the prison that binds her!"

The Shadow Assassin's divine sense carried a desperate sense of urgency: "But! For twenty thousand years! Atong has never stopped struggling! She has been frantically absorbing and devouring the primal power of our Demon Realm! Over these two decades, the realm's essence has been constantly weakened! Each generation of our newly born gods faces increasing hardship and grows weaker than the last! And this seal, due to her continuous devouring, the loss of the realm's essence, and the erosion of time—is already riddled with holes and on the verge of collapse! Even now, suppressed by the seal, Atong's power is far beyond our ability to contend with! Once she breaks free and devours enough demonic essence to make up for the losses of these twenty thousand years, no one will be able to stop her! The entire realm will become her sustenance, and then she will inevitably reopen the passage to the Douluo Realm! To seek revenge! To devour everything!"

Harosa listened quietly, his mind racing.

Shadow Assassin's addition connected his previous guesses.

The Demon Dimension's relatively weak strength in the later stages of the original work (without any god-level beings) is likely due to Atong continuously devouring the Dimension's origin during the seal, causing the Dimension's origin to dry up and become unable to support the birth of a god!

The reason why the demons later desperately tried to descend into the Douluo plane through the demon passage was probably because they were forced to do so, and they wanted to find a new living space or source of power to fight against this "tumor" that kept sucking blood from within.

However, there was still one crucial point that Harosa couldn't figure out: what was the connection between the Fallen Angel Martial Soul and this Atong? Yelan's Martial Soul could clearly communicate with the Demon Dimension and even become the "key" to opening the passage.

This seems more like the ability that A-Tong (or the remnants of her power) actively granted to the Douluo people? Why would she help the demon? Aren't she and the demon mortal enemies? Is it to cultivate more "keys" so that she can more easily open the Douluo passage after escaping in the future? Or is this Fallen Angel Martial Soul itself a projection or extension of A-Tong's power in the Douluo plane?

As for Atong's strength, Harosa, combining Shadow Assassin's description and his own perception, can basically confirm that this so-called "Demon Lord" level corresponds to at least the level of a first-level god in the Douluo God Realm! It may even be stronger! Because Shadow Assassin clearly stated that even the second-level god-level Undead Dragon King is "far inferior".

This is definitely a tough opponent! He estimated he couldn't beat them. However, Harosa astutely grasped the most crucial information—the seal! And it was a seal composed of a divine artifact containing the laws of Douluo!

When the Shadow Assassin and the Lava Blade Demon were knocked away, although they were wolfish and their armor was torn, their original aura was stable, and they were far from being on the verge of death or seriously injured.

What does this tell us?