Douluo Continent: Little Huo Niang Taken Away by Di Tian

The Evil Emperor hovered high above the Demon Forest, his enormous single eye fixedly staring into the distance.

From the direction of the Sun and Moon Mountains, a golden pillar of light pierced through the heavens and soared straight into the sky, exuding a majestic dragon aura. Even from such a great distance, one could clearly feel the terrifying power belonging to Emperor Tian.

"The time has come."

The Evil Emperor's voice was deep and cold, and a cruel excitement flashed in his eyes.

He had been waiting for this moment for far too long.

"roar--!!!"

A deafening roar erupted from the Evil Emperor's mouth, the sound waves sweeping across the entire Demon Forest as if they were tangible.

Deep in the forest, the army of soul beasts, which had been poised for battle, moved.

Tens of thousands of soul beasts surged out from all directions, pouring into the depths of the Demon Forest like a black tide.

The members of the Evil Eye Tyrant clan spread their mental energy fields, perfectly concealing the aura of the entire army until this moment when they were finally released.

At the very instant the army of soul beasts charged out—

"kill!!"

The Shrek warriors, who had been lurking throughout the Demon Forest, were drawn at this moment like long-dormant swords!

Yan Shaozhe's body burst with golden light, and the phantom of the Radiant Phoenix spread its wings behind him. He took the lead and rushed straight towards the headquarters of the Holy Spirit Cult.

Xian Lin'er followed closely behind, her martial soul manifesting and her spirit rings appearing. The terrifying pressure belonging to a Super Douluo instantly enveloped the entire forest.

Behind them, the three major Soul Master Corps had already formed their ranks.

The Evil Monarch Soul Master Corps, the Fire Phoenix Soul Master Corps, and the Terror Claw Soul Master Corps—these three top-tier legions, like three sharp blades, launched simultaneous attacks on the Holy Spirit Cult's branches scattered throughout the Demon Forest under their respective commanders.

Sword Soul Douluo Liao Mengkai stood at the forefront of the Evil Lord Soul Master Corps, the Soul Guidance Longsword in his hand humming and trembling, its sword intent soaring to the sky.

Beside him, the Fire Phoenix Douluo Luo Luanfeng was surrounded by raging flames, and the phantom of the fire phoenix cried out, turning half the sky crimson.

Mad Bull Douluo Wang Yiheng stood in front of the Terror Claw Soul Master Corps, his burly body like an iron tower, his gaze fierce as a mad beast.

Their ability to remain undetected for so long in this demonic forest, which has been managed by the Holy Spirit Cult for hundreds of years, is entirely due to the spiritual disguise of the Evil Eye Tyrant clan.

Those red spiritual energy fields acted like the most perfect invisibility cloaks, completely concealing the auras of the three Soul Master Corps and all the powerful figures. Only when the signal was raised did they pounce on their prey like tigers released from their cages.

The battle quickly escalated to a fever pitch.

The three Soul Master Corps, like three torrents, rushed toward the three branch strongholds of the Holy Spirit Cult in the Demon Forest.

Soul-guided rays, soul-guided artillery fire, and fixed-position soul-guided shells—the overwhelming firepower instantly tore the Holy Spirit Cult's defensive formation to shreds.

The most intense battlefield, without a doubt, was the headquarters of the Holy Spirit Cult.

That place is the foundation of the Holy Spirit Cult for hundreds of years, and also a gathering place for the strongest.

The Evil Emperor's massive body hovered above the headquarters, his giant red eye slowly rotating, its main gaze locking onto several figures rushing out of the headquarters, including the Grand Elder and the Nightmare Douluo, among other retainers.

"Evil Emperor! How dare you—" The Grand Elder roared, but before he could finish speaking, a terrifying mental shock descended from the sky, forcing the rest of his words back down his throat.

The Evil Emperor didn't waste any words. The score between him and the Holy Spirit Cult must be settled today.

On the other side, Xian Lin'er intercepted Crow Douluo Wuyun.

The giant black raven circled overhead, its hoarse cries sending chills down her spine, but Xian Lin'er's Martial Soul True Form had already been unleashed, carrying a violent power that directly shattered the dark cloud's defensive soul skill.

"Dark Cloud! Today is your death day!"

As for Shao Zhe, he was facing Feng Ling.

The Phoenix of Light versus the Phoenix of Evil: two diametrically opposed forces clashed fiercely in the skies above the Demon Forest.

Feng Ling's evil phoenix flames possess the power to corrode souls, while Yan Shaozhe's radiant phoenix flames are like a purifying fire. The two flames intertwine, dyeing the entire sky with an eerie mix of light and darkness.

As for the direction of the three major Soul Master Corps

Sword Soul Douluo Liao Mengkai was already locked in battle with the Ninth Elder.

Each strike of that soul-guided longsword carried a terrifying sword intent capable of tearing through space; the Ninth Elder's defensive soul skills shattered layer by layer beneath its blade.

Fire Phoenix Douluo Luo Luanfeng faced off against the Eighth Elder. After she unleashed her Fire Phoenix True Form, the entire battlefield turned into a sea of ​​fire. The Eighth Elder was overwhelmed and in a sorry state amidst the flames.

Mad Bull Douluo Wang Yiheng then relentlessly entangled with the Tenth Elder.

His ferocious fighting style contrasted sharply with the Tenth Elder's bizarre movement techniques, and every collision caused the earth to tremble.

The Demon Forest is destined to be stained red with blood this night.

The Phoenix of Light and the Phoenix of Evil clashed fiercely in mid-air, their two completely opposite flames scorching each other. The golden Purifying Flame and the purplish-black Corrosive Flame collided, each clash exploding into a rain of fire that dyed the night sky above the Demon Forest with an eerie mix of light and darkness.

"Xiao Ling..."

Yan Shaozhe looked at the figure opposite him, enveloped in the evil phoenix flames, and his throat tightened.

Just like his teacher Mu En—Mu En had to face his former lover and best friend, Yan Shaozhe also had to personally end the life of the woman he once loved most.

"Yan Shaozhe." Feng Ling's voice came from the flames, cold as ice, without a trace of warmth.

"Xiao Ling... after you die, I will build you a grave," Yan Shaozhe's voice trembled, "...in your hometown..."

"Shut up! Yan Shaozhe!!"

Feng Ling's shriek interrupted her words. The flames of the evil phoenix suddenly surged, and the purplish-black fire waves churned, scorching the surrounding space and causing it to distort slightly.

"After all these years... you're still all talk and no action!" Her voice was filled with hatred, a hatred so intense it even stained the flames a dark purple. "I will kill you—I will drain your cultivation and break through my limits!!"

"The Evil Phoenix—True Form!!"

The phantom of the evil phoenix expanded wildly behind her. It was a dark giant bird completely different from the light phoenix, with every feather burning with soul-corroding flames, and its eyes reflecting endless resentment and madness.

Yan Shaozhe looked at that figure, a look of sorrow flashing in his eyes, which then turned into resolute determination.

"Xiao Ling..."

He took a deep breath, and golden light shot into the sky from his body.

"I will kill you too."

"The Phoenix of Light—True Form!!"

Brilliant golden-red flames erupted from his body, and a giant phoenix of light slowly spread its wings.

The flames were pure and holy, carrying the power to purify all darkness, pushing back the surrounding evil fires inch by inch.

Two phoenixes faced off in mid-air.

One gold, one purple; one bright, one dark.

The next second, they rushed towards each other at the same time.

The claws of the Radiant Phoenix clashed with the beak of the Evil Phoenix, and golden flames and purplish-black flames entangled, devoured, and annihilated each other in a frenzy.

Every clash was accompanied by a deafening phoenix cry, and every collision exploded into a sky full of sparks.

Strangely, despite the fierce and deadly nature of the battle, the way the two phoenixes entangled, soared, and chased each other in mid-air was breathtakingly beautiful.

They seemed to be dancing, as if they were dancing the last dance of their lives.