Douluo Continent: The Evil Tiger Subdues the Eight Desolations, and Marries Zhu Zhuqing

A massive blackish-purple lightning vortex instantly formed in the sky above Lin Ye's head.

Immediately afterwards, a gigantic hand, hundreds of meters long and formed entirely of evil energy and lightning, suddenly emerged from the vortex and slammed down on Tang Hao's hammer shadow!

"BOOM!!!"

The giant lightning palm and the phantom of the Haotian Hammer collided wildly in mid-air.

The violent energy raged outwards, plowing the already ruined ground three feet deeper!

Tang Hao's desperate attack was ultimately blocked by Lin Ye's combo.

And just as his old strength had faded and new strength had yet to arise.

Behind him, the terrifying aura that made space itself stand still had reached its peak!

"Bipolar Stillness Domain, open!"

The voices of Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo rang out simultaneously.

"Buzz..."

An invisible ripple spread out from the two of them in an instant.

Wherever this ripple passed, all matter came to a standstill!

The drifting dust has come to a standstill.

The rampant energy has come to a standstill.

Even the movement of air had completely stopped.

The shock and resentment on Tang Hao's face were forever frozen in that moment.

His body remained motionless, still in the swinging hammer position.

Even the soul power within his body and the energy about to self-destruct were completely frozen in that instant!

"Success!" Chrysanthemum Douluo thought to himself.

Using this martial soul fusion skill also consumes a lot of their energy.

Especially when facing a powerhouse like Tang Hao, they must go all out to completely control him.

"Well done."

Lin Ye nodded approvingly, then turned his gaze to the statue of Tang Hao.

His eyes turned icy cold, filled with undisguised murderous intent.

"Tang Hao, the game is over."

Lin Ye slowly raised his left hand and aimed it at Tang Hao, who was being controlled by the Stasis Domain.

At that moment, the Dark Demon God Tiger Soul Bone on his left arm suddenly emitted an eerie blackish-purple light.

An evil aura emanated from the soul bone.

"Left Arm Soul Bone Skill: Arena of Life and Death!"

As Lin Ye's icy voice rang out, a sudden change occurred on the ground that was shrouded in the stillness domain!

Beneath Tang Hao's feet, a massive black vortex with a diameter of over ten meters appeared out of thin air!

Within the vortex, countless twisted runes flickered erratically.

An incredibly powerful suction force suddenly erupted from the vortex!

This suction force ignored the two-polar static domain and acted directly on Tang Hao!

"Whoosh!"

Tang Hao, who was frozen in place, was pulled downwards by the suction force and fell violently into the black vortex!

"No!!!"

In the final moment before being swallowed by the vortex, Tang Hao let out a cry from his heart.

But it was all too late.

His body was completely swallowed by the black vortex and disappeared without a trace.

After engulfing Tang Hao, the black vortex quickly shrank and eventually disappeared.

Calmness returned to the ground.

The effect of the bipolar static field also disappears.

"This...this is..."

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo were both stunned by the bizarre scene before them.

They stared wide-eyed at the spot where Tang Hao had disappeared, their faces filled with disbelief.

What about people?

How could Tang Hao, such a grown man, suddenly disappear?

Where did they get sucked into by that black vortex?

What skill did His Highness use just now?

Why have they never seen it before?

That aura was even more evil and terrifying than His Highness the Holy Son's own martial spirit!

"This...this is a Soul Bone Skill?" Chrysanthemum Douluo asked, his voice trembling.

Ghost Douluo did not speak, but the violent fluctuations in his mental energy revealed the extreme shock in his heart.

Both of them were well-informed Title Douluos, but what was happening before their eyes was completely beyond their comprehension.

Zhu Zhuqing also covered her mouth, her eyes filled with shock.

Just as the three were in shock, Lin Ye's body suddenly became somewhat illusory.

"Wait for me here, I'll be right back."

Lin Ye left behind a sentence, and his figure transformed into a streak of black light, shooting towards the spot where the vortex had disappeared, vanishing instantly.

"Your Highness, Holy Son!" Chrysanthemum Douluo exclaimed in surprise.

But at the scene, only three people remained, staring at each other in bewilderment, along with the two prisoners who were trembling with fear.

After a dizzying moment, Lin Ye regained his senses.

He found himself standing in an extremely bizarre space.

The space was not large, and all around was an endless void and darkness.

The only physical thing he had was the arena beneath his feet.

The arena is circular, about fifty meters in diameter, and is made of an unknown black metal. Its surface is covered with ancient and twisted magic runes, exuding a cold and bloodthirsty aura.

Above the arena, a constantly flickering blackish-purple flame floated, emitting a faint glow, serving as the only source of light in this dark space.

"Buzz!"

Just then, a mechanical voice suddenly rang out in this space.

Welcome to the Arena of Life and Death.

[Rule: One person may leave only after another dies!]

As the voice faded, a cloud of black mist began to condense opposite Lin Ye.

As the fog dissipated, a small, thin figure was revealed.

It was a little boy who looked only five or six years old.

The little boy was wearing patched coarse cloth clothes, barefoot, with a hint of childishness on his face, and his big eyes were filled with confusion and fear.

He stared blankly at his hands, which had become small and tender, and then at his familiar childhood clothes, completely bewildered.

"Where...where am I? How...how did I get here?"

The little boy's voice was clear and tender, tinged with tears.

"My soul power... my soul rings... how come they're all gone?!"

He was horrified to discover that the soul power that had once surged within him like a mighty river had vanished without a trace.

He is currently a six-year-old child who has just awakened the Clear Sky Hammer martial spirit!

This little boy is none other than Tang Hao, who was forcibly dragged into the arena of life and death!

"Tang Hao, how have you been?"

A voice full of mockery and sarcasm came from across the room.

Tang Hao suddenly looked up and saw the figure he hated to the core.

Lin Ye stood with his arms crossed, watching him leisurely with a cat-and-mouse smile on his face.

"Lin...Lin Ye!"

When Tang Hao saw Lin Ye, he was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes erupted with boundless hatred.

His first instinct was to rush forward and tear Lin Ye to pieces.

But as soon as Tang Hao took a step, he stumbled due to his lack of coordination and almost fell to the ground.

He then sadly realized that his current body was simply incapable of supporting any effective attack.

"What...what did you do to me?!"

Tang Hao pointed at Lin Ye and asked an angry question in his childish voice.

"What kind of place is this?! Why did you turn me into this?!"

Lin Ye couldn't help but laugh when he saw Tang Hao's expression.