Douluo Continent: Little Huo Niang Taken Away by Di Tian

The Mingdu Grand Hotel, a symbol of the highest standard of logistical support for the event, has now been transformed into an invisible hunting ground.

The terms of service here clearly state that free room and board only cover the moment the team is eliminated.

But this is not the end, but the beginning of another "service".

When a team suffers a crushing defeat on the field, they are always pleasantly surprised to find a special consolation gift from the "organizer" when they return to their rooms—a delicious late-night snack or tonic.

The deliveryman wore an impeccable professional smile: "Thank you all for your hard work. This is a specially prepared nutritious meal, funded by His Highness the Crown Prince, to encourage you all to be honorable even in defeat."

The contestants were often deeply moved and enjoyed the meal immensely.

After all, who would refuse such a heartwarming act of kindness in times of need?

However, this meal did not contain any nutrients, but rather a special "Dream Soul Powder" made by the Holy Spirit Cult.

The drug takes effect extremely quickly. In less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, the room will be filled with the sounds of people collapsing to the ground.

The contestants didn't even have time to send out a distress signal. They only felt their eyelids getting heavy and their consciousness plunging into an abyss. Their only thought before falling asleep was, "This tonic... it really has a strong aftereffect."

Then, the door will be opened silently.

A group of burly men in "staff" uniforms filed in and skillfully carried the unconscious contestants onto stretchers.

They would meticulously clean up the scene, leaving no trace, as if these gifted teenagers had never existed.

As for where those athletes who were carried away went?

No one knows. Deep underground on the outskirts of Mingdu, several more "cages" that will never see the light of day have appeared, awaiting a fate even more terrifying than elimination.

Deep underground, on the outskirts of Mingdu.

Inside a completely sealed underground cave, only the sound of water dripping from the cracks in the rock broke the deathly silence.

The air was filled with a nauseating musty smell and a faint stench of blood.

Dozens of cold, fine iron cages were embedded in the rock wall, each containing several young men and women who should have been spirited and energetic on the field. They were contestants in the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament, but now they were prisoners.

"Ugh—!"

Nan Qiuqiu's hair was disheveled, and dried blood clung to the corner of her mouth.

She tried to ram the cage door open with her shoulder for what felt like the hundredth time, but the moment her skin touched the bars, a loud "sizzle" rang out, and azure electric snakes instantly coursed through her body.

She screamed as she was thrown back, crashing heavily onto the damp ground. Her body convulsed uncontrollably until she lost consciousness.

She didn't know how much time had passed when the icy, bone-chilling sensation woke her up.

My stomach is on fire, and I haven't eaten a single grain of rice for several days.

Those evil spirit masters only brought them turbid water laced with "soul-dissolving powder" every day, gradually eroding their soul power and wearing down their will.

Mother……

This was the only thought in Nan Qiuqiu's mind, and also her deepest fear. Where are you? Could you also...?

Meanwhile, deep within the Xi Shui Alliance, in the private chamber of the Holy Spirit Cult's Third Elder, Ming Lei Douluo.

The eerie blue light of the soul guide lamp flickered, illuminating the face of the Nether Thunder Douluo, which appeared ferocious due to his twisted obsession.

He looked down at Nan Shuishui, who was bound to the stone pillar by specially made soul-guided chains, his voice low and hoarse, filled with decades of resentment and madness.

"Why! Nan Shui Shui, tell me why!" He slammed his fist into a stone pillar, sending shards of stone flying. "Back then, in what way did I fall short of that deadbeat?! Why did I choose him of all people?!"

Unrequited love in youth eventually becomes a poisonous thorn stuck in the heart.

To survive and seek revenge, he joined the Holy Spirit Cult, and later secured his position as the vice leader of the Evening Water Alliance by virtue of his mastery of the ninth-level Soul Master.

But at this moment, all pretense is completely shattered.

Nan Shuishui's face was pale. She had also been given the Soul-Dissolving Powder, leaving her powerless to resist despite her Soul Douluo cultivation.

But she still held her head high, her eyes cold and icy, showing no sign of compromise.

"Choose you?" Nan Shuishui scoffed, her voice weak yet sharp. "A madwoman who can't even control her own inner demons dares to compare herself to my husband?"

"Fine! Very well!" Ming Lei Douluo laughed in anger, his eyes flashing with lightning. After a long while, he sighed, his sigh filled with a chilling possessiveness. "Fine... I've given you so many days, yet you're still so stubborn."

He slowly bent down, his rough fingers almost touching Nan Shuishui's pale cheeks.

"Since I can't have your heart..." Ming Lei Douluo's voice suddenly turned cold. He took a step forward, and the shadow completely enveloped Nan Shuishui. "Then I can only have your body."

"How dare you!!" Nan Shuishui was shocked and furious. She struggled desperately, the chains rattling, but it was all in vain.

Just as Nether Thunder Douluo reached out to touch it—

boom!!!!

A deafening roar came from above, and debris rained down, tearing the solid dome apart!

Sunlight mixed with smoke and dust poured down, illuminating two bewildered faces in the secret room.

"Tsk, so there was a rat's nest hidden underground?"

A cool, clear female voice came from high above.

Zi Ji hovered in the air, her fingertips lightly flicking, and the Shadow Dragon Spear, which had been infused with immense soul power, directly smashed a deep pit into the headquarters of the Xi Shui Alliance.

At this moment, the Xi Shui Alliance was in complete chaos. The participating team members and titled Douluo from the Xing Luo and Dou Ling Empires, together with Ye Guyi and the powerful members of the Ji and Jing families, including Ji Juechen and Jing Ziyan, were locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle with the evil soul masters.

The Thunder God's expression changed drastically. His good deed had been ruined, and his anger almost burst through the top of his head.

He flashed out of the pit and hovered opposite Zi Ji, his sharp gaze sweeping over the strange phenomena of her dragon horns, wings, and tail.

"Who are you? How dare you trespass on the Sunset Water Alliance!"

Zi Ji smiled slightly and said arrogantly, "I am Zi Ji, the Demon Dragon King of Hell."

She spread her dragon wings, and a terrifying pressure spread out: "The Beast God has decreed that 'humans are forbidden from entering the three great soul beast settlements.' You evil soul masters have repeatedly violated this taboo, so we are naturally here to clear the area."

Ming Lei Douluo's gaze swept across the battlefield. He saw that in the sky above the battlefield, the leader of the Xi Shui Alliance and the second elder of the Holy Spirit Sect, Tianwu Douluo Nangong Wan, was locked in a fierce battle with Tianyang Douluo of the Dou Ling Empire, their soul power surging like a tide. On the other side, the fourth elder, Youming Douluo, was also firmly entangled by Suixing Douluo of the Xingluo Empire. Black mist and starlight collided constantly, creating deafening explosions.

With both of his elders tied down, Nether Thunder Douluo could only let out a low roar, his figure bursting forth, his nine rings blazing brightly, as he charged straight at Zi Ji!

However, at the very moment his soul power erupted, a terrifying aura he had never experienced before crashed into him—it was not just darkness, but pure malice that seemed capable of corroding the soul and defiling all life!

The Thunder God Douluo's pupils constricted sharply, his face filled with disbelief: "This aura... impossible?! Ultimate evil?!"

Zi Ji gracefully hovered in mid-air, chuckled softly upon hearing this, and slowly retracted her dragon wings: "You're making a fuss over nothing. Oh, by the way, you humans have always mistaken me for someone with dark attributes..." She tilted her head slightly, a playful purple light swirling in her vertical pupils, "After all, I rarely fight humans with my full strength."