Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 99 The Cunning Douluo Demon

This shows that although Atong in the temple has a terrifying aura and an extremely high level of power, under the suppression of the seal, the influence and attack power she can exert on the outside world are extremely limited!

Otherwise, with the power of a first-level god, crushing these two third-level gods would be no more difficult than crushing ants. How could they have been sent flying with only "a slightly dirty hem"?

Therefore, what the Demon God said earlier—"Only you! The sword in your hand, the Douluo Origin Aura on your body, might be able to trigger the resonance of the Douluo artifact at the core of the temple, strengthening the seal!"—is very likely true! They do indeed need him, who possesses the Douluo Origin, to enter the core of the temple to strengthen the seal!

As for reinforcing the seal? Harosa could guess with his toes that these two demons would immediately turn on him, discard him after he had served his purpose, and devour him, the "great tonic" Douluo God, to make up for the loss.

This temple probably contains methods they left behind.

Having figured all this out, Harossa's lips curled into a cold, amusement. He slowly withdrew his Netherworld Chant, but the divine power of rebirth surrounding him did not diminish, and the two undead dragon kings still glared menacingly. He feigned an expression of sudden realization mixed with boredom, and drawled out his words:

"Oh... Demon Lord level, huh?" He clicked his tongue, as if savoring a very distant term, then casually shrugged, "What's the point of fighting then! We can't afford to mess with them. I'd better think of a way to forcibly break through space and escape. Good luck to you two!"

After saying that, he even actually manipulated the Water Dragon King's spirit to slightly change direction, and the Fire Dragon King's spirit also restrained some of its incandescent flames, as if to say, "This place is not safe to stay for long, let's make a run for it."

"???"

The massive bodies of the Lava Blade Demon and the Shadow Assassin Demon froze simultaneously, their burning pupils and compound eyes widening instantly, filled with extreme confusion, bewilderment, and... an overwhelming sense of humiliation!

The Lava Blade Demon's enormous lava fist clenched so tightly it cracked, and dark golden magma dripped from between its fingers, scorching the rocks below.

It emitted a low, rumbling sound from its throat, a sound of extreme anger and suppressed frustration that could not be released.

It felt like it had punched cotton, no, it had punched a hedgehog and gotten pricked all over, and then the other side just patted its butt and said, "I'm not playing anymore?"

I really don't want to act anymore; I was originally a military general.

The Shadow Assassin Demon nearly spat out a mouthful of blood (divine blood)! It was the one whose carapace had just shattered and whose divine blood had gushed forth! It was the one in excruciating pain! Now, seeing that its ancestors in the temple were about to lose control, this treacherous, cunning, and ridiculously powerful Douluo actually tried to escape after demonstrating its overwhelming strength and extracting information, simply saying, "I can't beat them, I'm not going"?!

The cunning Douluo man!

Is there any justice left in this world?! Is there no law left?! Even the chaotic laws of the demon realm are being driven to their knees by this guy's shameless behavior!

"It's tough being in this mess, and acting is tough too. Things have come to this point. As the saying goes, 'Here comes the Lord! Lord Underworld Emperor!'" The Shadow Assassin Demon, disregarding the excruciating pain of his wounds and any semblance of divine dignity, his divine sense surged with unprecedented urgency and a hint of—almost pleading—"You can't leave! You felt it too! Atong's aura has locked onto this space! She's about to resurrect, and the spatial nodes are being disrupted by her power. Forcibly tearing space apart is extremely dangerous; you could easily be swept into the chaotic spatial currents! And—"

Its massive scythe pointed towards the constantly vibrating, increasingly sinister black energy veins that writhed like living things at the entrance to the dilapidated temple. Its voice was filled with despair: "Listen! The seal—is collapsing at an accelerated rate! Once she's completely freed and replenishes her power by absorbing the essence of the plane, the first thing she'll destroy is you, with your Douluo aura! We...we at least have the demonic essence to 'quench her thirst,' but you are the most delicious meal for her!"

It was as if to confirm what the Shadow Assassin had said.

"Boom! Boom!!!"

A deafening roar, more terrifying than any before, suddenly erupted from the depths of the temple! The entire solitary peak seemed to have been stomped on by a giant.

It began to shake violently! Countless huge rocks broke off from the mountain and rolled into the sea of ​​lava below with a thunderous roar, stirring up towering waves of fire!

At the entrance of the temple, the black energy veins that resembled blood vessels suddenly expanded and throbbed! A viscous, almost tangible torrent of dark purple energy, filled with endless resentment, greed, and destructive desires, surged forth from the depths of the temple like the floodwaters of the River Styx bursting its banks!

Evil! Pure evil.

This torrent was not a pure energy attack; it was more like a form of "pollution"! Wherever it passed, the air hissed and corroded, and the remaining temple stones quickly turned black, decayed, and turned to dust! Even the hard, dark rocky ground below was eroded, creating bottomless pits from which billowing poisonous smoke billowed!

"Roar!!!"

A terrifying demonic sound, surpassing all the previous shrieks and seemingly formed by the simultaneous roars of billions of vengeful spirits, swept across the entire Lone Peak Plateau like an invisible tsunami, carrying a malice that could freeze one's soul!

"Douluo Dalu's last breath!!!"

"Blood—flesh—origin—mine!!!"

The voice was broken and intermittent, filled with madness and hunger; every word struck the hearts of everyone present like a heavy hammer! The target was Harosar!

Harosa's expression finally changed. Not from fear, but from the raw, overwhelming desire to devour him that had locked onto him! Shadow Assassin Demon hadn't lied this time! This A'Tong harbored an almost instinctive, insane craving for him, a god who possessed the origin of a Douluo!

What grudge do you hold against me?! Don't take it out on me! I'm actually Hakimi from Earth, not Harosa from Douluo Continent.

At the same time, he did feel that the surrounding space had become more viscous and stagnant, with countless chaotic threads of law disturbing it, making it much more difficult and risky to forcibly tear the space apart!

The Lava Blade Demon and Shadow Assassin Demon were on high alert, their massive bodies unleashing their strongest magical energy to resist the surging polluting energy and terrifying magical sound impact. Their gazes toward Harossa were filled with the anxious "See! I didn't lie to you!" and—"a hint of schadenfreude."

Cunning Douluo, where do you think you're going?

Harosa's eyes were icy as he swept over the temple entrance, which was gushing with foul energy, then looked at the two demon gods who were on high alert but clearly couldn't hold out for long, and finally felt the terrifying malice emanating from the first-level deity that was firmly locking onto him.

If we run away, wouldn't we have come all this way for nothing?

Going forward would be even riskier, as one would have to face a first-level deity sealed within, and also be wary of two demons who might stab one in the back at any moment.

He didn't believe the Demon God wouldn't betray him.

But—the temple contains Douluo artifacts! It also contains a sealed "feast" that is devouring the essence of demons! This is practically a hunting ground tailor-made for him!

Fortune favors the bold! He's determined to have the devil's essence! This Ah Tong—if possible, he'd like to "have a taste" too!

Harosa took a deep breath, as if making a firm decision. He slammed his hand on the cold skull of the Water Dragon King's undead, and the gray-brown, decaying wood-colored halo shone brightly!

"Hmph! I've changed my mind!" His voice was like the clang of metal on metal, carrying a resolute determination and chilling killing intent. "You madwoman inside, and you two pieces of trash! Listen up!"

The Netherworld Chant in his hand erupted once more with a grayish-brown divine light that devoured all things, its tip pointing directly at the temple entrance, which resembled the gaping maw of a demon:

"The origin of this demonic plane is my prey! Anyone who dares to steal it will be sent to their death!"

Of course, Harosa couldn't lead the charge himself, so he said to the two demon gods, "You two lead the charge."

The demon gods worked together in surprising fashion. From an angle that Harossa couldn't see, the two demons exchanged cunning glances, as did Harossa.