Douluo Continent: Starting from Leading Ferocious Beasts to Transform into Demons

Chapter 27 The Land of Death

"Those so-called righteous people are probably going to suffer heavy losses this time."

A malevolent spirit master, who was fiddling with a skull, grinned maliciously.

"That's for sure. It's not like the sect hasn't sent people in before. Almost none of them have come out alive. I doubt many of those people will survive either. Even if they do, with the Supreme Elder leading us, they're nothing but chickens and dogs. We can kill them easily."

Another evil spirit master, shrouded in black mist, took the opportunity to flatter Long Xiaoyao.

"I wonder what's inside, and whether it's related to the Holy Emperor?"

Someone said in a low voice.

"That has nothing to do with us. I'm just thinking about taking over the bodies and souls of a few Title Douluos and improving my own spirit rings along the way."

Some were indifferent; among them were those who wanted to follow and gain opportunities, and others who were selected to join the team just to slack off.

"No matter what, the Holy Spirit Cult will prevail, hehehehe..."

These evil spirit masters, who looked like bad people and were indeed not good people, let out their wicked laughs.

Long Xiaoyao heard the conversation behind him, but he didn't say anything. He became the Supreme Elder purely for Xi Shui's sake. As for those who died at the hands of the evil soul masters, he could only apologize.

"Is it you?"

A cold, emotionless voice rang out, silencing the chattering evil spirit masters who nervously looked around, ready to flee at any moment.

Long Xiaoyao frowned slightly as he looked at the spatial rift that had opened silently in front of him; he hadn't even noticed the other party's arrival.

A middle-aged man dressed in black robes emerged from the spatial rift. Sensing the resentment and death aura surrounding them, he scanned the group with an expressionless face, finally fixing his gaze on the leader, Long Xiaoyao.

"Speak plainly if you have something to say. Do you intend to start a war with me?"

Long Xiaoyao felt the other person's gaze on him and met it without fear.

"Let's start the war! Slaughter my soul beast race, you deserve to die!"

Di Tian spread his arms wide, and a thick aura of death emanated from his body, rapidly spreading as he rolled around.

"Damn it, they're playing with death too."

The evil soul masters behind Long Xiaoyao cursed and swore. The reason why they were feared was not only because of their fast cultivation speed, but also because their attributes were usually death and soul, which often allowed them to fight against opponents of higher levels.

They also knew that apart from space-type soul masters, only Limit Douluo could usually control space power so skillfully. This Limit Douluo with the death attribute was also a Supreme Elder.

Long Xiaoyao directly activated his Martial Soul True Form, enveloping himself in a massive surge of dark energy that transformed into a dark holy dragon hundreds of meters long.

Its broad and strong wings spread and flapped in the sky, and its huge body was tightly wrapped in thick dragon scales. Thick black mist rolled and surged around the dark holy dragon, blotting out the sun.

Two yellow, two purple, three black, and two red—nine spirit rings floated up and down in the center of the enormous dragon horns. A dragon roar resounded, and pale golden eyes were fixed on the tiny figure.

Long Xiaoyao dared not be careless at all and immediately attacked with his Martial Soul True Body.

Darkness surged towards the sky behind Di Tian, ​​enveloping the land in a dark domain.

Di Tian sensed this familiar dark power, and a faint smile appeared on his face. He was once the patriarch of the Black Dragon Clan, the last true dark dragon in the world. Everything this human was doing was something he had already done before.

Darkness offers no future; death is the ultimate destination for all things in the world.

Di Tian returned to his original form, and the Domain of Death unfolded. The dark domain that originally occupied most of the sky disappeared, and even darkness itself was dead.

"How is that possible!"

Long Xiaoyao couldn't believe it. He was a Limit Douluo. Apart from the Beast God in the core area, who dared not make a definitive statement that he was stronger than him, how come the other Limit Douluos, relying on their Dark Domains, could only cancel each other out, but now they were completely covered by the opponent?

"You are Di Tian! Aren't you the Black Dragon?"

Long Xiaoyao was extremely confused. Ever since the first record of Di Tian on the continent, all subsequent descriptions of him have been of the Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King, who used the ultimate dark power. Now you're telling me that your best skill is to play with death.

"Why should I explain my race to you humans!"

Di Tian's emotionless voice rang out as he gathered death power in his mouth and exhaled a breath towards Long Xiaoyao.

Long Xiaoyao gently pulled his claws apart, and a black light screen quickly unfolded in front of him, blocking the breath attack.

The breath, imbued with the power of death, pierced through the black curtain without hesitation, striking the Dark Holy Dragon directly in an instant.

Ignoring everything else, Long Xiaoyao instantly appeared beneath Di Tian and began attacking Di Tian's abdomen with his claws.

He had just used his Soul Bone skill to block the breath attack with his Invincible Golden Body, and then teleported under Di Tian to try to tear apart his abdomen with his Dark Gold Terror Claw.

"Damn it, how could I not stop it?"

Long Xiaoyao's right claw twitched and suddenly lost its strength. He subconsciously turned his head to look and saw that his right half had turned grayish-white and was covered with an aura of death. His invincible golden body had failed to block the opponent's attack!

Long Xiaoyao did not hesitate and tried to teleport away, but found that the surrounding space was extremely stable and he could not teleport at all.

Di Tian grabbed Long Xiaoyao with his claws. The hundreds-of-meters-long dark holy dragon looked like a worm under Di Tian's original form, writhing in his claws.

The next second, Long Xiaoyao found himself in excruciating pain all over his body. A tremendous force was constantly squeezing his body, and he felt as if his bones had been crushed.

"Roar~"

Long Xiaoyao let out a deafening roar, unable to bear the pain any longer.

Just now, Di Tian discovered that an evil soul master was trying to escape from his domain. He subconsciously tugged at Long Xiaoyao with his dragon claws, and Long Xiaoyao felt as if he had been torn in two.

The evil spirit masters below naturally didn't consider going up to help. They were already struggling to resist the death energy that was constantly attacking their bodies. As for Long Xiaoyao, they believed that good fortune would come to him and that the Supreme Elder would definitely escape safely.

Each one used their own unique tricks in an attempt to escape this area.

You combined eighty-one ten-thousand-year-old soul beast skulls into one, while he used the Ten Thousand Soul Banner to summon countless vengeful spirits to fight to the death.

However, this had no effect on Di Tian; instead, it fueled his anger.

This group of evil soul masters secretly killed a large number of ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts for cultivation, and did not even spare their souls, obtaining a large amount of resentment through constant torture.

"A land of death!"

Di Tian's angry voice echoed throughout this area.

The power of death was about to burst forth, and the previously roaring and chaotic illusory souls took on physical form. Their mental confusion had also disappeared, and a faint blue light appeared in their eyes. They bowed down to show respect to their beast god, and purplish-black flames burned fiercely on their bodies.

"My people, death is not the loss of life, but stepping out of time. It is the kingdom of the dead, and the paradise of the dead."

"Now, in the name of the Beast God Di Tian, ​​I command you to take revenge, to charge into battle and bring death upon the enemy."

Death is not the loss of life, but rather stepping out of time—Yu Hua, *To Live*

(End of this chapter)