Douluo Continent: Transmigrated into Tang San's Younger Sister and Became a God with Two Martia

Chapter 240 Stoking a Fire in a Snake's Belly

The Netherworld Serpent King now looks down on Haier from the bottom of his heart.

The guardians of the Eight Sacred Pillars of Yama are undoubtedly very powerful, but if we were to say who is the most powerful among Yama's followers, it would undoubtedly be Haier.

The Netherworld Serpent King was not a brainless, powerful but incompetent fool. On the contrary, he had a very clear understanding of himself.

It knew that it was now showing its strength, and although Yama might tolerate it for a while, he would never tolerate it forever. Therefore, from the very beginning, the Netherworld Serpent King had secretly made full preparations to deal with all the variables.

For a long time, Haier has been regarded by the Netherworld Serpent King as its biggest rival.

In its eyes, the other eight guardians of the sacred pillars were nothing special and not worthy of its attention.

Only Haier, with its extraordinary strength and unfathomable foundation, became the only one qualified to compete with it. It is no exaggeration to say that Haier is not only a hypothetical enemy in the mind of the Nether Serpent King, but also an indispensable and important existence in its inner world.

However, fate always seems to enjoy playing tricks on people.

Today, when the Netherworld Serpent King witnessed Haier's cowardice and retreat in the face of adversity, its heart sank into an abyss. The opponent it had once longed to defeat day and night was actually such a cowardly and fearful person!

At this moment, the Netherworld Serpent King was simply unable to describe the complex and intertwined feelings in his heart. His once unwavering belief seemed to collapse in an instant, and his grand goal of defeating Haier had now become a laughable delusion.

The Netherworld Serpent King was unable to describe the feelings he had at that moment.

How can someone as weak and incompetent as Haier be worthy of being its rival?

The Netherworld Serpent King is the most powerful being in the entire River of Oblivion.

For a long time, it has relied on its unparalleled strength and prestige to dominate this area, wielding absolute power and enjoying the pleasure of acting like a tyrant.

However, it has now encountered an unprecedented setback with Haier and encountered a huge obstacle. For the proud Netherworld Serpent King, this is undoubtedly a great humiliation. How could it let it go?

It will inevitably try to find a way to get back at them from other places.

Those roaming insects and snakes, wherever they appear, inspire fear and disgust.

But at this moment, when they witnessed the appearance of the Netherworld Serpent King, they all seemed to feel an indescribable pressure in an instant, and involuntarily let out cries of sorrow.

After all, those that catch the eye of the Netherworld Serpent King are far from ordinary insects and snakes. Although the Netherworld Serpent King has already absorbed many powerful of its kind, it has always known not to make things difficult for itself.

The group of insects and snakes in front of it were merely objects for selection, with the aim of picking out the relatively stronger individuals from among them.

These poor insects and snakes knew very well what a tragic fate awaited them once they were chosen by the Netherworld Serpent King.

So, when they gathered together in terror and simultaneously let out cries of despair and sorrow, something unexpected happened: the Nether Serpent King's enormous, mountain-like body suddenly stopped abruptly!

Immediately afterwards, it twisted in pain, as it clearly felt a tearing pain in its abdomen.

The pain was so intense that it reminded it of the hardships it had endured before it became so powerful.

You should know that since it gained invincible power, it has not experienced such excruciating pain for a very, very long time.

Inside the enormous abdomen of the Netherworld Serpent King, a shocking scene unfolded: a world as red as blood, with Tang Nian's petite figure standing steadily within it, as if she were in hell itself.

Just then, the spirit rings surrounding her suddenly shone with a dazzling light, especially the bright red spirit ring, which resembled a blazing sun in the sky, releasing endless energy.

As the red spirit ring lit up, countless blazing flames plummeted like meteors, crashing heavily against the crimson inner wall.

In an instant, a strong smell wafted over, a smell that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

Tang Nian immediately recognized the aroma – it was clearly the smell of meat grilled over high heat. Normally, she might have casually remarked, "This meat smells delicious!"

However, the situation was completely different at this moment, because she was inside the belly of the Netherworld Serpent King, surrounded by dangers. A slight mistake could mean certain death, so she dared not be the slightest bit careless or relaxed.

Tang Nian's gaze was resolute, without the slightest hesitation. On the crimson inner wall, some flames that had not yet been extinguished were still flickering.

At that moment, she unleashed the second soul skill of her 100,000-year soul ring without hesitation. Centered on the spider lily she was holding tightly, countless dazzling flames burst forth in an instant, surging like a volcanic eruption.

Moreover, the flames that had never been extinguished seemed to be summoned by some mysterious force, and exploded violently in an instant.

Pillars of fire shot into the sky, intertwining and merging together to form a sea of ​​fire.

The power layered upon layer, filling the entire space with a scorching heat and dazzling light.

In the firelight, Tang Nian's focused and determined face could be clearly seen.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

She clenched her teeth, her hands moving constantly, controlling the direction and intensity of the flames.

At the same moment, the scales inside the snake's belly slowly changed under the continuous baking of the flames.

The originally smooth scales gradually lost their luster, turning golden brown and crispy, just like food that had been baked at high temperatures for a long time.

Even more frightening, tiny cracks began to appear on these scales, spreading out like a dense spider web.

From those tiny cracks, an indescribable, nauseating stench slowly emanated, quickly permeating the surrounding air. The stench was so unbearable that breathing became difficult.

The Nether Serpent King was currently enduring immense pain, desperately twisting its enormous body.

With each of its movements, the entire River of Oblivion seemed to tremble, stirring up waves of turbulent water. However, contrary to expectations, each struggle of the Netherworld Serpent King did not alleviate its suffering; instead, it made the flames enveloping it burn even more fiercely.

(End of this chapter)