Douluo Continent: Little Huo Niang Taken Away by Di Tian

Two phoenixes entangled and soared in mid-air, their golden and purplish-black feathers falling off as they collided, like two raindrops of flowers falling in opposite directions, drifting beautifully across the night sky.

Flames scorched their bodies, blood gushing from their wounds and instantly evaporating into a blood mist that spread between the two figures.

It was a scorching heat like the blazing sun, a desperate battle that burned everything away.

The evil phoenix's sharp beak pecked at the throat of the light phoenix like an arrow, but Yan Shaozhe controlled the light phoenix to raise its claws and forcefully blocked the fatal blow.

The two figures were briefly locked in a stalemate in mid-air, their beaks and claws pressed tightly together, flames frantically eroding and annihilating each other.

Immediately afterwards, the two phoenixes' enormous wings collided violently—

"Clang—!!"

The hard feathers on their wings cut each other like swords, producing a piercing metallic clang.

The two phoenixes simultaneously emitted sharp cries, their voices filled with the howls and despair of dying beasts.

Every flap of its wings is a heavy blow, every collision is a tearing apart.

They could no longer be distinguished from each other. The flames of light and darkness mingled together, and the boundary between gold and purple became blurred.

Suddenly, the evil phoenix's claws shot out, carrying soul-corroding purplish-black flames, piercing through the light phoenix's chest from the front.

Golden blood gushed out, splattering across half the sky.

The Radiant Phoenix trembled violently, and the flapping of its wings slowed down.

The evil phoenix gripped its chest tightly, and purplish-black flames surged wildly through the wound, scorching its internal organs, its bones, and its martial spirit essence.

"Xiao Ling..."

The light in the eyes of the Phoenix of Light began to dim.

But at that moment, Yan Shaozhe looked at the claw that had pierced through his chest, and the corners of his mouth actually turned up slightly.

"I can finally... hug you again."

boom--!!!

The entire body of the Phoenix of Light suddenly began to burn.

That was the ultimate trump card of the Bright Phoenix Martial Soul: Phoenix Self-Destruction!

At the cost of burning his martial spirit essence, burning his body, and being unable to advance any further in cultivation after resurrection, he unleashed a destructive flame, perishing together with his enemy!

"No!! No!!!"

Feng Ling finally panicked. The claw that had pierced Yan Shaozhe's chest began to struggle desperately, trying to pull away, but it was too late.

The flames of the Radiant Phoenix had already wrapped around her evil phoenix form like vines, spreading wildly along her claws and enveloping her entire body.

"Yan Shaozhe!! Stop!!"

She struggled with all her might, even burning her own life force, trying to break free from the golden flame, but it was too late.

Two balls of flame, one golden and one purplish-black, simultaneously expanded to their maximum size in mid-air, and then—

"Aaaaaaahh ...

The agonizing screams of the evil phoenix pierced the night sky of the Demon Forest.

The flames of light, like a purifying fire, gradually cleansed and burned away the dark flames covering her body. Her purplish-black feathers turned to ashes in the golden light, and the evil phoenix's body twisted and disintegrated violently in the flames of light, ultimately being burned to ashes.

The Phoenix of Light gradually dissipated in that grand explosion.

As the light faded, only charred remains and scattered golden embers remained in mid-air.

Then a faint light appeared.

That is the passive resurrection power of the Phoenix Martial Soul.

The golden flames re-condensed the remaining essence, and in the light, Yan Shaozhe's figure slowly emerged.

He is still alive.

But he was extremely weak. After his resurrection, his face was as pale as paper, his breath was so weak that he could barely stand.

He looked down at his hands, in which he clutched a tattered piece of purple cloth.

That was a fragment of Feng Ling's cloak. In the final moment of his self-destruction, his Radiant Phoenix instinctively grabbed it, as if for the last time in its life, to touch the trace she had left behind.

Yan Shaozhe gripped the shard tightly, his knuckles turning white.

later.

Yan Shaozhe went to Fengling's hometown.

It was a remote little village, nestled against the mountains and beside a river, where peach blossoms bloomed all over the hillsides. A hundred years ago, a young girl sat under a peach tree, looked up at him, and said, "Shao Zhe, isn't this place beautiful? Shall we live here someday?"

He nodded with a smile.

But in the end, they couldn't stay here.

He chose a sunny spot on the hillside, dug a hole himself, and buried the fragment of the purple cloak inside.

Then he erected a stone tablet, picked up his pen, and hesitated for a long time.

He didn't know what to carve.

"Beloved wife"? I don't deserve that title.

"Fengling"? Too light.

"The Tomb of Feng Ling, Vice Leader of the Holy Spirit Cult"? He couldn't bring himself to do it.

The pen hovered over the stone tablet for a long time before finally carving six characters.

"The Tomb of My Deceased Friend Fengling".

old friends.

Yan Shaozhe put down his pen, took a step back, and looked at the lonely stone tablet.

A mountain breeze blew, and peach blossoms fell all over the mountain, with a few petals landing right on top of the monument.

He stood there for a long time, until the sun set and the mountain wind grew cold.

Then he turned around and walked back the way he came.

There was no turning back.

The Evil Emperor hovered high above the Holy Spirit Cult headquarters, his giant red eye, which occupied half of his body, slowly turning as he looked down at the four figures below, who appeared as insignificant as ants.

The title of the strongest mental beast in the world is not undeserved.

The Grand Elder's face was ashen, the Nightmare Douluo's aura was disordered, and two elders followed behind him.

The combined power of the four almost overturned half of the sky above the headquarters.

But the Evil Emperor hovered there, his single eye full of mockery, as if he were not the one being besieged, but a group of ants oblivious to their own mortality.

Level 98 and Level 99 seem to be only one level apart.

In reality, it is as insurmountable as an insurmountable barrier.

Many brilliant geniuses spend their entire lives trying to cross this threshold.

The Evil Emperor, however, had already stood on the other side of this threshold, looking down upon all living beings.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

The Evil Emperor's deep and eerie voice resounded directly in everyone's minds, carrying undisguised mockery:

"The cooperation between me and you... I was just joking with you!!"

Before he finished speaking, a thick purple tentacle suddenly shot out from the void, moving so fast that even its afterimage was not visible, and directly wrapped around the nearest Sleeping Douluo!

"Mental shock!!"

The vast and boundless spiritual power of the Evil Eye Tyrant was unleashed without reservation, flowing like a torrent through its tentacles into the mind of the Nightmare Douluo!

"puff--!!"

Sleepy Douluo couldn't even let out a scream. Blood spurted from all seven orifices at the same time, his eyes rolled back, and his whole body went limp as if his bones had been removed.

His mental sea was completely shattered in that instant, and his consciousness was directly crushed into a mess.

The Evil Emperor narrowed his single eye slightly, as if savoring something delicious, but quickly smacked his lips in disgust.

"This guy's soul... it looks quite appetizing..."

He looked down and saw a group of smaller Evil Eye Tyrants looking up, their eyes filled with longing.

"Never mind, let's save it for the kids as a snack."

With a casual flick of his tentacle, the Evil Emperor sent the remnant soul of Nightmare Douluo flying towards the group of Evil Eye Tyrants.

Countless streaks of red spiritual energy instantly pounced on it, devouring "it" completely.

Not even a trace of residue was left.

"Look... there are still a lot more..."

The Evil Emperor's enormous single eye turned to the remaining three, its gaze finally settling on the Grand Elder, its tone carrying a chilling sense of "anticipation."

The elder's hair stood on end, and his instincts screamed wildly—run!

But it was too late.