Douluo: The Holy Radiance of the Dragon King

Chapter 299 The Demon Dimension Descends, Breaks the Demon Gate, and Revitalizes Douluo Star!

"Strange, why do I have another bad feeling?"

On the first level of the Abyss Plane, the Abyss Saint King suddenly exited his cultivation state, which was also a state of hibernation, and muttered to himself.

The lords immediately awoke and shouted, "The Holy Lord of the Abyss is the eternal sun of the Abyss Plane!" and sang hymns of worship.

The Ghost Emperor was temporarily imprisoned in the Abyss Plane and couldn't leave. Despite the chills running down his spine, he chuckled and gave the Abyss Saint King some psychological counseling.

"May I ask, Your Majesty, what disgusting thing have you recalled this time?"

As he said this, the Ghost Emperor himself recalled the nightmare of the battle.

Since the top brass of the Blood God Legion's Blood God Camp was replaced, those people seem to have changed their nature and restarted a terrifying technology tree, changing the battlefield style from top experts engaging in battles against each other to terrifying soul-guided weapons focusing fire on the strongest.

A batch of high-level fixed-equipment soul-guided shells and a level 12 god-killing shell wiped out more than 90% of the military force of the Abyss Plane, and even the projection of the Abyss Saint King was severely damaged.

The reappearance of linked soul-guided array weapons and high-energy compressed soul-guided devices gave the Ghost Emperor a peculiar sense of retroness, making him suddenly realize that the Tang Sect was actually their good colleague; they had sealed off so many of the Federation's top technologies.

The Ghost Emperor was very glad that he hadn't charged ahead, otherwise he would definitely not have survived. The Blood God Legion's offensive was too terrifying, leaving no way out.

As for the Abyss Saint King, he also fell into a slump after that battle and was unable to condense a new interdimensional projection for hundreds of years.

Furthermore, fearing the devouring power of the Golden and Silver Dragon Spears, the Abyss Saint King decisively ordered that all abyssal creatures must not leave the Abyss Plane, making the Blood God Legion's sentry duties extremely easy.

It was just a pity for the Ghost Emperor, who had to find new ways to praise the Abyss Saint King's "wisdom" every few days, such as, "Your Majesty's decision to temporarily avoid the limelight and use the strategy of exhausting your troops is a move of great wisdom and courage," and "Make full use of your advantages and defeat Feng Zaixing by outlasting him."

The Abyss Saint King coldly surveyed the Ghost Emperor and the demons, and said, "This time is different from usual."

"The Holy Ruler's achievements are profound, and his understanding is naturally different."

The Ghost Emperor shouted "666" aloud, but in his heart he was thinking, "Yes, yes, yes, when have you ever lied like this?"

He no longer believed what these old Dengs said; like their Holy Spirit cult, they only spouted half-truths.

The Abyss Saint King felt that the Ghost Emperor was good at providing emotional value and that his loyalty was beyond question, so his brows relaxed slightly and he explained to the demons in detail: "Recently, the Blood God Legion has been making various military movements. I have enough reason to suspect that they are about to change their tactics again."

"It's very likely that they've figured out or are researching ways to deal with our Abyss Dimension. We have no choice but to prepare."

Upon hearing this, the demons were enraged and pledged their loyalty to the Holy Lord. Some said they would lead their people to the opposite territory and self-destruct if given a chance, others said they would stay in the Abyss Plane to protect the Holy Lord, and still others suggested going out to fetch reinforcements for a coordinated attack from within. This cacophony of voices gave the Abyss Holy Lord a headache. Looking at these people, he felt increasingly weary and sighed, "I think that if those ignorant humans really do something suicidal, then we need to contact the Crimson Plane."

"My mother's cultivation is extraordinary, she's only one step away from becoming a true God-King. If she were here, she would definitely have the power to swallow Douluo Star whole!"

The Ghost Emperor was taken aback and whispered his objection: "But Your Majesty, how far is your mother from here? How long will it take her to get here?"

If it's very close, wouldn't their Holy Spirit Cult's plan to establish a Kingdom of Death still be effective? It definitely shouldn't be too far away.

The Abyss Saint King grinned and held up one finger: "Not far, at most a thousand years. Mother's Crimson Plane will definitely be there!"

The Ghost Emperor nearly collapsed. A thousand years? By then, not even a trace of my bones would remain!

Seeing this, the Abyss Saint King sneered inwardly, closed his eyes, and transmitted his divine sense through his unique bloodline connection.

He thought to himself, "Feng Zaixing, you'd better live a long life, otherwise even if you die, I will find your corpse and grind your bones to dust!"

Being offended by an ant far inferior to himself was the greatest humiliation of the Abyss Saint King. Even killing Feng Zaixing ten times would not be enough to vent his anger. He was determined to inflict the greatest humiliation on him to satisfy his hatred.

As for whether the Crimson Mother would respond to him, the Abyss Saint King wasn't entirely sure. There were quite a few younger brothers and sisters in the Crimson Plane who were jealous of his position as the eldest brother, and his mother didn't seem to have much affection for him either.

In the world of abyssal creatures, self-interest ultimately trumps everything.

Time flies, and April is here in the blink of an eye.

That night, the silver moon shone like a jade plate. Yuan Enyehui, at the peak of level 89, circulated the Heavenly Demon Technique, absorbed enough moonlight to cultivate for dozens of cycles, and then fell asleep peacefully.

That night, she fell asleep exceptionally quickly.

As she fell into a deep sleep, the aura that had been subtly altered underwent a transformation, and her soul power was naturally purified within her soul core, becoming as gentle as the ocean waves crashing against the reefs.

The barriers in his heart had long since disappeared. Yuan Enhui's cultivation bottleneck shattered at this moment, and his soul power naturally broke through to level ninety.

The Fallen Angel Martial Soul appeared and possessed the user silently. A pair of enormous evil god wings spread from the user's back, and four black and four red soul rings floated up, tinged with a dim, dark light.

In an instant, the ninth spirit ring appeared naturally, displaying an eerie purplish-black color. Her pair of purple eyes suddenly opened, and the phantom of her mother appeared before her. The devil's whispered words rang in her ears, tempting her to awaken her dark and cold bloodline and to complete the eternal use of the Fallen Angel lineage.

"Whoosh!"

A pair of long, curved horns emerged from its head, and the Fallen Angel in its complete form was finally born. With a flap of its wings, it carried the all-encompassing dark element into its body and flew silently into the distance, landing on a desolate snow-capped mountain.

"Darkness will eventually descend, and only through fall can one find freedom." A deep voice echoed through the empty mountains, and as the voice spoke, purple magic runes appeared on her snow-white skin.

The ninth soul ring shone, and three huge purplish-black magic circles appeared on the snow mountain. A halo rose and a spell was chanted, and three huge purplish-black light gates rose from the ground.

Ninth Soul Skill, Demon Passage, opens the gate to the interdimensional realm!

The Demon Gate opened, rapidly expanding in size and releasing the purple light of the Demon Realm. It broke through the repulsive force of the Douluo Realm at an unexpectedly fast speed, creating strange halos.

"How interesting. This time, the fallen angel who opened the demon passage is so powerful that he opened the passage for all three of us at the same time."

A deep, enchanting voice rang out first.

"Alba, since that's the case, let's lead our demon armies together and enjoy the resources of this world. I heard you suffered a defeat last time, you won't lose again this time, will you?" Another old and withered voice echoed.

"Hehehehe—you're always in such a hurry, but I'm no different. Let's speed up our seed's growth." A soft, seductive female voice, possessing a captivating allure, echoed from the last demon gate.

"Very well, let the demon army set out, and let this plane we are about to conquer become a paradise of demonic depravity, freedom, and destruction!"

The three demon lords reached an agreement to transmit the powerful energy of the demon dimension to Yuanen Yehui, who had opened the demon dimension, to enhance her bloodline and strengthen her power.

"Such pure demonic bloodline. If I didn't know you weren't my descendant, I would have thought you were a direct descendant of royalty who had been exiled."

Alba was somewhat surprised. He had intended to bestow upon Yuanen Yehui the royal family's purple-gold bloodline, but now it seemed that her own bloodline level was no lower than that of the purple-gold bloodline, and perhaps even stronger.

"Hehe, then let's grant her the same royal bloodline as us, to honor her achievements—" The female demon lord was eager to break through the dimensional shackles.

In an instant, streams of dazzling crimson-purple light surged out from the light gate, pouring into Yuanen Yehui, who was surrounded by a purple-gold radiance. Yuanen Yehui let out a roar, and in the blink of an eye, she transformed into a gigantic demon over thirty meters tall, with her body enlarged proportionally.

A massive amount of demonic energy flowed into his body, and Yuanen Yehui quickly made his move. The Demon Gates gave rise to three, three to nine, nine to twenty-seven; a total of twenty-seven giant demon gates opened before Yuanen Yehui stopped.

"Descend, demonic legions!" "Conquer the planes, transforming them into a paradise of depravity and freedom!" "Destroy—"

One after another, sermon-like demonic chants rose and fell, and then one after another, strange and grotesque demonic creatures emerged from the portal.

Hellhounds, as large as lions and tigers, led the way, followed by four-armed demons and flying demons, numbering in the tens of thousands. Various demons and goat demons served as their mounts, along with cursed skeletons and pink demon shadows. The demon army was basically formed.

Soon, the twenty-seven demon gates merged into three, and three different roars were heard. Then, three enormous and terrifying beings emerged, each in human form and resembling a human.

The burly Alba wields a giant, purple-gold flaming sword; giant wings sprout from his back.

The black-faced skeleton king had three wands made of bones from some unknown creature floating in front of him.

Finally, a humanoid female demon appeared, hidden in the bewitching clouds. She carried a demonic umbrella and her face bore a resemblance to Yuan En Ye Hui. Every smile and frown of hers exuded a seductive power, but the cold light in her eyes could freeze all life.

Of the three lords, Alba's aura is the strongest, followed by the auras of the Black-faced Skull and the Female Demon Lord, but they are also quasi-god level powerhouses.

Behind them, each was followed by nine Super Douluo-level powerhouses. The three demon lords were of different races, and their armies had different tendencies, leaning towards direct attack, curse, and charm, respectively.

The three demon legions combined numbered over 100,000, and they were all very satisfied with the result, believing that such a force could easily pacify a plane.

But just as they were full of confidence and leading their troops with swords drawn, a dazzling rain of "meteors" suddenly descended from all directions to welcome their arrival.

"What is this?" The three demon lords looked at Yuan En Ye Hui.

Yuan Enhui shook her head, indicating that she did not know.

But soon, the three demon lords realized that a meteor shower possessed extreme brilliance and beauty, taking away the lives of the demon legions and creating a stunningly beautiful picture of death.

"Boom! Boom! Boom—"

The sky-piercing, fixed-position soul-guided cannonballs of light rained down, evaporating large numbers of flying demons and bewitching shadows. The cursed skeleton waved its staff, only to find that it could not be locked onto.

"Awooo! What's going on?!" The three demon lords were furious and used their respective methods to resist the sudden attack from the sky. The empty snow mountain was instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire.

At this moment, the sounds of a hasty march came from all directions. Amidst the crowd, Feng Zaixing transformed into an angel, his sword drawing back the darkness, unleashing a blazing golden glow thirty thousand meters high. He swept away the black-faced skeleton, the one of the three demon lords he disliked the most, and roared, "Break down the Demon Gate! Revitalize Douluo Star! Blood God Legion, heed my command! Follow me and charge!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill—"

The overwhelming barrage of artillery fire rained down on the unsuspecting demon army, and powerful shockwaves rose into the sky, following the twelve-winged figure of light and shadow, unleashing a dazzling array of attacks.

The faces of the three demon lords immediately turned extremely ugly.

"Damn it, an ambush!"