Douluo Continent: Twin Souls of the Underworld, Holding the Power of Life and Death

The soul suddenly twisted, transforming into a pitch-black shadow with astonishing speed.

Qian Anci had just finished guiding the departed souls, and his soul power was exhausted.

I was a little slow to react.

"court death."

Xia Die's cold voice rang out.

Before the words had even finished,

Behind Qian Anci, a gray-white death aura suddenly erupted, and a huge bone dragon phantom appeared out of thin air.

The Shadow of Polycrys!

The bone dragon opened its mouth, and a terrifying suction force suddenly erupted.

The evil spirit didn't even have time to scream before it was swallowed whole by the dragon.

Click. Click.

The sickening sound of chewing echoed through the cave.

The bone dragon lowered its head, and the ghostly blue soul fire swept over Qian Anci, then turned into a sky full of gray mist and disappeared back into his body.

The cave was deathly silent.

Qian Anci knelt on one knee, panting heavily.

He could sense that after the dead dragon swallowed the evil spirit, the lifespan of its first soul ring, the Dragonfall Ring, seemed to have increased slightly.

"Your Highness..."

Ya Yi's voice came from behind.

Qian Anci slowly stood up without turning around.

He knew that Ya Yi had seen everything—the sky-covering bone dragon, that unbelievable scene.

Qian Anci was still thinking about how to deal with it.

But he had just turned around.

Crow knelt on one knee, his forehead touching the ground.

"I didn't see anything."

The cave has been cleared. Please give your instructions for the next steps, Your Highness.

Don't ask what you shouldn't ask.

Don't look at what you shouldn't see.

Even if the Holy Son suddenly told him that he was actually from another world, he had to pretend he didn't hear it.

Qian Anci stared at him for a moment, then slowly nodded.

Get up.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

As soon as the crow stood up, it stood with its hands at its sides, as if the terrifying scene from just moments ago had never happened.

"Let's go, let's keep searching and find all these parasites."

Ya Yi immediately understood, but spoke with a hint of worry.

"Your Highness, your soul power is exhausted. Perhaps I should go first..."

"Lead the way," Qian Anci interrupted him. "Let's finish this quickly."

Without another word, Ya Yi turned and flew out of the cave.

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Black Stone Mountain Main Peak, Blood Sacrifice Cave.

When the two stepped in, the intense smell of blood almost solidified into a tangible form.

The entire interior of the mountain was hollowed out, forming a huge cave.

In the center of the cave, a giant tree, its trunk entirely blood red, is rooted in a pile of bones. Its trunk is covered with tumors resembling human faces, each face wailing silently.

Beneath the giant tree sat a figure cross-legged. It was an old man draped in a dark red robe, his exposed skin covered with veins connected to the tree.

The moment he opened his eyes, the entire cave seemed to freeze in place.

"The Spirit Hall?" The old man grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow and black teeth. "They killed two of my brothers and still dare to come knocking on our door."

Kid, you've got guts.

"Soul Saint".

Ya lowered his head and explained to Qian Anci beside him.

"Level 74, Martial Soul Blood Soul Demon Tree, the ultimate variant of Soul Devouring Vine."

Your Highness…

"Let's go together."

Before Ya could finish speaking, Qian Anci raised his right hand, and the Grim Reaper's Scythe condensed in his palm, interrupting him directly.

"He has devoured the life force of too many innocent people; the longer this drags on, the greater the variables will become."

The old man let out a wild laugh and suddenly stood up.

The Blood Soul Demon Tree behind him trembled violently, and countless blood-red vines burst forth from the ground like mad snakes, each vine tipped with a mouthful of sharp teeth.

"Third Soul Skill, Blood Sea Raging!"

The blood energy in the entire cave instantly boiled, turning into a rain of blood that poured down from the sky.

Blood rained down on the ground, corroding out pits that emitted bluish smoke.

Ya Yi's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, his Dark Raven Martial Soul possessing him, transforming into a black streak of light that aimed straight for the old man's throat.

He is an 87th-level Soul Douluo, whose direct combat strength far surpasses that of this Soul Saint.

However, the old man merely sneered, and his first spirit ring lit up.

On the trunk of the Blood Soul Demon Tree, the tumors resembling human faces simultaneously opened their eyes, shooting out dense beams of blood-red light.

Crow was forced to dodge, his body twisting in mid-air, but he was still grazed on the shoulder by a beam of light.

The Dark Raven Martial Soul let out a mournful cry, and his left shoulder was instantly corroded and charred, causing him to stagger and fall to the ground.

"Crow One!"

Qian Anci's eyes flashed with a gray light, and his first soul ring suddenly lit up.

"First Soul Skill, Guidance to the Underworld!"

Thin lines, grayish-white interspersed with dark red, tore through the blood rain, striking the old man directly.

The old man neither dodged nor evaded, letting the thin thread slash his chest. Blood gushed out, sticking the thread to itself and preventing it from penetrating further.

"Kid, your martial spirit is indeed strange."

The old man looked down at the wound on his chest, a sinister smile on his face.

"But I have absorbed the life force of over three hundred people; my physical body is already immortal. You, a mere Soul Venerable, think you can kill me?"

He clasped his hands together, and the Blood Soul Demon Tree grew wildly, with countless vines intertwining to form a giant, blood-red hand that blotted out the sky, slamming down fiercely towards Qian Anci!

The power of a Soul Saint is terrifying.

Even before the giant hand arrived, the pressure of its soul force caused Qian Anci's bones to groan in unbearable agony.

The gap is too large; there is an insurmountable chasm between a Soul Saint and a Soul Venerable.

"Your Highness!"

With a sharp shout, Ya Yi forcefully broke through the blockade of the crimson beam of light and stood in front of Qian Anci.

The Dark Raven Martial Soul transformed into a giant black wing, forcefully withstanding the blow.

boom!

The crow flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the rock wall at the edge of the cave, spitting out blood.

His martial spirit phantom flickered violently, clearly indicating that he had suffered a severe injury.

"Something in the way."

The old man snorted coldly, his gaze returning to Qian Anci.

"Now, it's your turn. Your vitality... is far more delicious than that of mortals."

Crimson vines surged in from all directions, completely blocking Qian Anci's escape route.

Qian Anci stood still, gripping the scythe of death tightly.

"The Butterfly of Distant Lands"

He whispered in his heart.

"I am here."

The gentle voice responded immediately, tinged with a hint of seriousness.

"An Ci, are you really going to use the power of the Dead Dragon again?"

Don't forget.

You just used it recently! Repeated use over this period will put a strain on your body.

"I know."

Qian Anci looked up at the crimson giant hand that had condensed again.

"But today, he must die."

"……good."

In an instant, a faint purple tinge appeared in Qian Anci's pupils.

He slowly raised the Grim Reaper's Scythe, and three Soul Rings pulsed wildly beneath his feet.

Behind him, a gray-white death aura surged, and the phantom of the underworld wilderness appeared and disappeared, while the leaden sky and cracked earth seemed to manifest in this world.

The smile on the old man's face froze for the first time.

He sensed the threat of death emanating from Qian Anci.

"This is……"

Qian Anci spoke softly.

"Second Martial Soul, Polyces."

"First Soul Skill: Dragon's Breath."

Roar--!

A deafening dragon roar resounded throughout the heavens and earth. The illusory image of the bone dragon fully descended, opened its massive maw, and spewed out a stream of grayish-white breath.

That was not fire, nor frost, but the resentment of the Dragon God when he fell, the source of death that ended all things.