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

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

There was only an eerie silence.

The greyish-white breath spread like a tide, leaving its mark wherever it passed.

The crimson vines withered inch by inch, and the mouthparts filled with sharp teeth didn't even have time to close before turning into ashes in the deathly aura.

The old man's pupils suddenly contracted.

He felt the power contained in that breath was eroding him.

"Damn it, what kind of martial spirit is that?!"

He roared, no longer showing the slightest contempt.

Qian Anci did not answer.

He knelt on one knee, panting heavily, his face as pale as paper.

Qian Anci never expected that the consumption of the first spirit ring would be even greater than that of the third spirit ring's dragon transformation.

The old man had regained his senses, let out a sinister laugh, and his sixth spirit ring suddenly lit up.

"Sixth Soul Skill, Blood Explosion Technique!"

The trunk of the Blood Soul Demon Tree suddenly expanded, and countless blood-red mists condensed into fist-sized blood droplets, which rained down like a storm.

Each drop of blood that landed created a crater several feet wide.

Qian Anci dodged and weaved through the pits, but the blood droplets were too dense, and his robes were soon splattered with several charred holes.

"Crow One!"

He shouted sharply.

Amidst the rubble and debris of the rock face, Ya Yi suddenly stood up.

"Your subordinate is here."

"Fifth Soul Skill".

Ya took a deep breath.

Fifth spirit ring.

The black, ten-thousand-year-old soul ring lit up.

"Fifth Soul Skill, Dark Feather Kill!"

His figure transformed into more than a dozen afterimages, wielding jet-black feather blades, stabbing at the trunk of the Blood Soul Demon Tree from different directions.

The old man hurriedly urged the vines to intercept, but the afterimages were too fast, and several feather blades hit the tree trunk at the same time, causing cracks to appear.

"court death!"

The old man flew into a rage.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Blood Demon True Form!"

The entire cave trembled, and the Blood Soul Demon Tree grew wildly, with countless vines intertwining and binding the old man and the giant tree into one, transforming him into a three-zhang-tall phantom of a blood demon.

The pressure from a Soul Saint level expert pressed down like a mountain.

"Kid, if you can force me to reveal my true Martial Soul form, you can die in peace!"

The phantom of the Blood Demon opened its maw, and a beam of blood-red light shot straight at Qian Anci!

Qian Anci had no way to avoid it, and all three of his soul rings lit up at the same time.

Purple, black, black.

"First Soul Skill, Guidance to the Underworld!"

A thin, grayish-white line slashed out, splitting the beam of light open, but was instantly swallowed up by the subsequent blood-red light.

He dodged to the side, the beam of light grazing past him, leaving his shoulder charred black.

"Second Soul Skill, Dark Scale Annihilation Slash!"

The pitch-black slash aimed at the Blood Demon's head, but it was blocked by his palm, leaving only a gash. The Blood Demon, however, felt no pain.

The old man's smile grew increasingly ferocious as the blood demon phantom stepped forward, its giant palm pressing down like a mountain.

"Third Soul Skill, Ferry to the Underworld!"

The grayish-white waters of the Yellow Springs formed a water curtain in front of him, and the giant palm slammed into the water curtain, making a hissing sound. Most of the blood mist was eroded, but the force of the palm did not diminish.

Qian Anci was struck by the palm strike and sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the rock wall, spitting out blood.

"Your Highness!"

The crow let out a sharp cry and pounced again, but the old man casually swatted it away, sending it crashing into the rubble, its fate unknown.

The phantom of the Blood Demon walked up to Qian Anci, looking down at him.

"The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall? I'll kill the Holy Son today."

The crimson giant hand condensed again, powerful enough to crush Qian Anci into mincemeat.

Qian Anci leaned against the rock wall, his mouth full of the taste of blood, and subconsciously prepared to dodge again.

Unfortunately, he was a step too slow. Just as the attack was about to hit him, a burst of light suddenly erupted.

Behind Qian Anci, two illusory figures appeared simultaneously.

On the left, the Grim Reaper's Scythe floats in mid-air, its blade as black as ink, surrounded by a gray-white aura of death.

On the right, the shadow of Polykes lay prostrate on the ground, its bones like jade, its eye sockets glowing with ghostly blue flames.

The two auras echoed each other.

then.

They moved.

The Grim Reaper's Scythe flew into the bone dragon's mouth, and Polykes caught the scythe handle in its mouth and roared to the sky!

The dragon's roar shook the heavens!

The bone dragon's body began to burn, and the eerie blue soul fire spread from its eye sockets to its entire skeleton, mingling with the gray-white death aura on the scythe.

The ghostly blue soul fire and the grayish-white death aura merged, forming a huge halo that enveloped both the bone dragon and the scythe.

The light was so bright that it was impossible to look directly at it.

When the light faded, Qian Anci was no longer there.

In mid-air, a gray-white bone dragon hovered with its wings flapping.

Its size was about two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters), much smaller than the massive, sun-obscuring body of Polyces.

Every bone shimmered with a jade-white luster, and a grayish-white death aura surged within the bone crevices. The soul fire in the eye sockets was no longer a pure ghostly blue, but a deep grayish-blue.

There was no rider on its back.

Because Qian Anci is this bone dragon.

Martial Soul Fusion Skill

【Dragon of the Underworld】.

It was not a summoning, nor was it possession.

Instead, they are combined into one.

Qian Anci's consciousness merged with that of Polyces, and his gray-blue dragon eyes looked down at the blood demon phantom below, like a god looking down on an ant.

The old man's crimson giant hand slammed down on the bone dragon.

The bone dragon remained completely still.

The moment the giant hand touched the dragon's body, the grayish-white death energy climbed up the blood demon's arm like a living thing. Wherever it passed, the blood mist dissipated, the vines withered, and the flesh turned into grayish-white powder.

"Ah~!"

The old man let out a piercing scream and frantically flailed his arms, but the deathly aura was like a bone-deep infection, impossible to shake off.

The bone dragon opened its mouth.

A grayish-blue light condensed in the dragon's mouth.

It was not breath, nor was it fire.

That was the gaze of death, the call of the underworld.

【Breath of Death Dragon】

A gray-blue beam of light erupted from the dragon's mouth, tearing through the void and striking the blood demon phantom directly in the chest.

There was no explosion, no impact.

A huge hole appeared in the chest of the Blood Demon phantom, its cross-section as smooth as a mirror, its edges shrouded in a grayish-white death aura.

The shattered parts turned into powder in mid-air and drifted away with the wind.

The old man looked down at the hole in his chest, his eyes filled with fear.

He felt no pain because life in that area had been completely wiped out.

"No...it's impossible..."

The bone dragon swooped down, its claws outstretched.

With a single claw strike, the Blood Demon phantom's left arm was completely torn off, and black mist surged at the severed surface, corroding the remaining body.

The old man was no longer able to speak.

His martial spirit body was rapidly collapsing, and the devoured life force dissipated from the cracks, turning into specks of light that floated into the air.

The bone dragon hovered in front of the blood demon's phantom, its dragon eyes fixed on the old man's terrified face.

Dragon of the Underworld - Realm of the Dead

A grayish-white light surged from the bone dragon's body and spread in all directions.

Wherever the light passed, the cave floor turned into a cracked, pale earth, gray mist swirled in the air, and the night sky above turned into a leaden gray dome.

The area, spanning a hundred feet, was transformed into the underworld.

In this realm, all life is negated.

The phantom of the blood demon melted away rapidly, like ice and snow under the scorching sun.

The vines withered, and the blood mist dissipated.

The old man didn't even have time to let out a scream before he was completely annihilated in the Yellow Springs Realm.

The Blood Soul Demon Tree withered and its trunk turned into powder, scattering across the ground.

The life force that had been devoured dissipated from the powder, turning into countless specks of light that drifted in the grayish-white underworld, like fireflies on the River Styx.

The bone dragon hovered in mid-air, its gray-blue dragon eyes watching everything.

Then, the light faded.

The bone dragon's body began to disintegrate, turning into countless gray and white specks of light.

Qian Anci's figure fell from the spot of light, his plain white robe was torn into strips, he was covered in blood, and his face was as pale as paper.

He was caught by a trembling hand before he hit the ground.

Ya Yi knelt on one knee, covered in blood, but held Qian Anci's back firmly.

"Your Highness... Your Highness!"