Douluo Continent: We agreed on a simulation, but they've come to life?

The two sides, like the distinct black and white flags, clashed like waves. In just a moment, heavy casualties were inflicted, blood seeped into the valley floor, birds and beasts scattered in the forest, and even the Evil Eye Tyrant deep within did not show up to drive them away, allowing the two sides to kill indiscriminately on its territory.

"Little girl, it is my fault for letting you live until today, but today... is the day you end!"

"I'll say the same to you," Ye Guyi said calmly.

Having said that, he picked up the angelic sword and charged forward to meet them.

The two wrestled together, while Kong Deming stopped Long Xiaoyao, who was eager to help. The two Limit Douluo battlefields were key to the whole game, but they did not affect the people below who were fighting to the death in the sea of ​​blood.

Every minute and every second, at least one Soul King-level or higher combatant falls, making it a veritable meat grinder.

In order to eradicate the Holy Spirit Cult, the Holy Angel Church contacted almost all the forces except Shrek Academy. This battle brought together the most elite group of people on the continent.

At this moment, Ye Guyi remained calm and composed.

Her delicate hand gripped the angel's holy sword tightly.

"Starting stance: Blazing Feathers Approaching the Abyss."

Six blazing wings slowly unfurled behind her, and holy fire surged from her body. At this moment, she seemed to have no distractions. It was not only about the encirclement and suppression of the Holy Spirit Cult, but also about completing the position of the Angel God and taking the final step towards that threshold.

Ye Guyi slowly closed her eyes and parted her red lips slightly.

He uttered seven words.

At the same time, their momentum was also soaring.

"Interrupt her!!!"

Ye Xishui's expression changed drastically, even showing some fear.

Without stopping his movements, the Death Tower reappeared. The energy it unleashed after devouring countless vengeful spirits was indeed terrifying. Ye Xishui was truly a genius in the field of soul tools.

But... Ye Guyi casually raised her hand and cut it off.

The Holy Sword purified the soul-guided rays composed of countless vengeful spirits, and Ye Guyi seemed unaffected by the outside world, acting only subconsciously.

Long Xiaoyao also noticed something was wrong, and his pupils dilated in shock.

He forcibly broke free from Kong Deming's grasp, attempting to join forces with Ye Xishui to kill Ye Guyi first. However, he was hit in the abdomen by a level nine soul-guided heavy cannon, clutching his stomach with a slightly unpleasant expression.

"The Silent Dark Realm!"

Blood trickled from the corner of Long Xiaoyao's mouth as he coldly stared at Ye Guyi, who seemed to be in a meditative state in mid-air. With a low shout, a massive black dragon, hundreds of meters long, tore through the clouds, seemingly descending from the heavens. Its dark dragon armor gleamed with a heavy and solid aura, its vertical pupils indifferently surveying everything, and its sharp dragon claws ripped straight towards Ye Guyi.

Ye Xishui quickly joined in the effort.

The Tower of Death continued unabated.

Ye Guyi's eyes remained tightly closed. "First move, Blazing Heart, Thrust..."

A terrifying aura erupted from its body.

With a single sword strike, he shattered Long Xiaoyao's rising momentum. Then came the second sword strike, which bloomed like a lotus flower, severing the black dragon's horn and eliciting a roar. The final sword strike was like a judgment from the heavens. Ye Guyi, a god high above, held the sword with both hands, the tip pointing downwards, his face solemn and dignified.

The jet-black dragon, amidst its roars, struggles, and resentment, was decapitated and plunged into the abyss.

The duel was more unexpected than anyone had imagined.

Instead of a tense standoff, a single sword strike severed the very foundation of the Holy Spirit Cult.

Long Xiaoyao's martial spirit true body had its neck severed, and its main body was also severely injured. Its aura plummeted and weakened. Ye Xishui was also panicked at this moment. She held Long Xiaoyao's body and her face changed drastically. She didn't know whether she was saddened by the decline of the Holy Spirit Cult or by this loyal sycophant who had licked her boots for a hundred years.

"It seems... we've lost."

Long Xiaoyao looked bitterly at the stunningly beautiful face so close to his, and was momentarily stunned. He gently stroked the beauty's cheek with his rough hand and sighed softly, "Xi Shui, you are still as captivating as you were when you were young."

Time has not left many marks on her face; she still looks like a woman in her thirties.

“We’re all getting old…” Ye Xishui shook her head with a complicated expression.

With defeat inevitable, Ye Guyi was determined not to let them leave, even though she had once been insane and wanted to drag the entire continent down with her, to let evil soul masters run rampant across the continent and wreak havoc on the world, to take revenge on everyone and every living being on the continent.

But all of this was just a pipe dream. Rather than dying in a mad, angry, and resentful state, she still wanted to preserve some dignity for herself.

“Xiaoyao, actually… that night, after we made love, I carried your bloodline… I entrusted him to Mu En to raise, and now his descendant should be…”

But before Ye Xishui could finish speaking, another sword shadow slashed down.

Under Long Xiaoyao's watchful eyes, Ye Xishui was completely crushed.

"Who is it? Who is it?! Wait until Xi Shui finishes speaking!!!"

Only Long Xiaoyao's bloodshot eyes and his roar of resentment echoed through the valley.

As the high-level forces were divided, the lower levels suffered a crushing defeat. Countless evil soul masters fled in panic, attempting to escape the encirclement. However, the Sun Moon Empire's coordinated defensive soul tools were clearly not to be underestimated, and they were all annihilated.

All that remains of this place is desolation and corpses scattered everywhere.

"A great victory!!" Jing Hongchen could not suppress the joy on his face as he approached Kong Deming and reported, "Teacher, all members of the Holy Spirit Cult have been killed without exception. I had already surrounded this place three layers deep before the battle, and not even a fly could have escaped."

"..."

But Kong Deming remained calm, stroking his beard as he stared with a complicated expression at the woman in mid-air who seemed to be advancing but was stuck at the last step.

She sighed softly.

now.

Mid-air.

Ye Guyi slowly opened her eyes. She was not surprised at all that she had killed Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao. After devouring the two of them, it would be an exaggeration to say that she had one foot in the realm of gods. However, the obstacle that had troubled her for years still existed.

He pushed her back forcefully.

"Why is that?" Ye Guyi frowned slightly, looking completely bewildered.

She was clearly just one step away...

And the next moment.

Inside the altar.

An extremely powerful dark aura rose up and soared into the sky, instantly engulfing the allied forces surrounding the dark altar entrance of the Holy Spirit Church, without even a scream.

Countless people, their faces filled with terror, hastily retreated.

Ye Guyi, however, was somewhat stunned.

This aura... felt so familiar to her, as if it were a deep connection in her blood, making her involuntarily want to get closer.

"No! What a terrifyingly persuasive method." Ye Guyi shook her head with a cold expression, banishing the thoughts that had risen in her mind.

Moreover... unexpectedly, there was still a top-level expert remaining in the Holy Spirit Cult.

Her expression gradually became serious, even solemn.

Even though she had just advanced to level 99 Limit Douluo by devouring Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao, and could even be considered a half-step god at this moment, she was still wary of that aura.

"The army will retreat three miles and remain in place, completely sealing off this area so that no one can enter or leave," Kong Deming said calmly.

He nodded slightly to Ye Guyi, promising to take care of her worries, but the girl had to walk her own path ahead.

Ye Guyi didn't notice anything amiss. She nodded, her expression slightly hardening, and then headed alone straight into the depths of the Holy Spirit Cult.

She is the only one qualified to enter this place.

Even Kong Deming, among others, would have his mind disturbed, or even be swallowed up by this darkness.

……

Passing through the endless corridor.

Ye Guyi held a long sword, her eyelids lowered, but her expression remained unwavering. Her high heels clattered as she stepped up the stairs, echoing loudly in the dark, deep, seemingly endless rotating corridor.

The immense spiritual power spread out, but it seemed to sink into the sea like a stone.

The opponent's strength... seems to be even greater than hers.

Thinking of this, Ye Guyi's heart sank, but she gritted her teeth and continued to delve deeper. Her ambition in this life was to eradicate all evil soul masters in the world. If she were to give up in the face of difficulties, it would not be in her nature.

I don't know how long it took.

Ye Guyi's vision changed suddenly. The surrounding corridor gradually widened, and her view was no longer as narrow and cramped as before. Following the dark aura, she arrived at the end of the corridor, where there was a door, a heavy door.

She sensed that the owner of this power was behind that door.

"Kill him, wipe out the last evil soul master, and restore peace to the world." Ye Guyi exhaled a breath of turbid air, and with a slash of sword energy, the ancient and heavy iron gate in front of him fell into countless pieces.

And as she took the final step, she entered through the door.

At a glance, one could see the man sitting high in the main seat, his entire body shrouded in a long, black robe, obscuring his face. Only his tall stature suggested he was an adult male.

But at that very moment, her body suddenly froze.

Frozen in place.

Her beautiful golden eyes stared upwards in disbelief.

She knew that figure all too well.

She even met him today...

"Ha ha……"

The figure sat high on the throne symbolizing the leader of the Holy Spirit Cult, but the surrounding area was empty, with no Holy Spirit Cult disciples, making it seem somewhat desolate and lonely. Lu Cheng slowly removed his cloak, revealing a gentle smile on his lips, showing the handsome yet otherworldly face that was like a god in the girl's heart.

But at this moment, he is an evil spirit master.

Even the most powerful being in the Holy Spirit Cult.

Looking at the girl's incredulous, shattered Dao heart, and almost frozen figure, Lu Cheng shook his head with a smile: "I thought the first thing you would do when you see me is to swing your sword."

"Over the years, I remember I've only taught you one thing."

Lu Cheng's lips slowly curled into a smile: "When you encounter an evil spirit master, remember to strike first, otherwise..."

"boom!!!"

Lu Cheng's figure disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of Ye Guyi. A jet-black longsword, as if it had swallowed all light, was slashing against Ye Guyi's Angelic Holy Sword.

A golden hue contrasted with crimson, and a deep black hue.

The two figures seem to symbolize the opposition in this world.

Light and evil.

The dividing line between light and darkness also completely separated the two figures.