Douluo Live Room: All the audience are Tang San’s enemies!

At this moment, due to the immense pain, Tang Hao and Tang San's five senses were functioning at their peak, and the conversations of the group were exceptionally clear.

Tang San was in a state of mental turmoil, with countless thoughts surging through his mind.

Chen Yitang's voice pierced through the black mist: "Tang San, Tang Hao, what are you insisting on?"

"As long as the power is exchanged, you will be invincible like me."

"You too can possess this world..."

This slightly seductive voice shook Tang San's mind, and his original strength to resist the black mist weakened.

A mocking smile crept across Chen Yitang's lips, a hint of triumphant interest flashing in his eyes as his scheme seemed about to succeed. His voice grew increasingly melodious: "Tang San, Tang Hao, let's divide the world into three kingdoms together, and I'll free you from your lives as slaves..."

The moment Tang San heard the word "slave," his eyes finally regained their clarity.

His eyes widened immediately, and his voice trembled uncontrollably: "Impossible! I would never associate with someone like you!"

"Chen Yitang, you've done so many heinous things yourself, yet you still dare to try and drag us down with you? Don't be delusional!"

He mobilized all his available strength, and a shout brought Tang Hao back to his senses instantly.

Tang Hao sensed the loss of life force within him, and a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes: "Explode the Rings!"

All the energy was concentrated on Tang Hao, and his all-out attack collided with the black mist, creating a huge impact.

Everyone below was affected by this shockwave.

They retreated hastily, a hint of joy flashing in their eyes as they watched the ripples in the air: "Haotian Douluo wins..."

Before the words were even finished, the black mist that had dissipated in the air quickly gathered again, giving people an even more oppressive and suffocating feeling.

"No... Tang Hao, are you even capable of doing this?"

Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted, and Tang Hao was momentarily stunned. He was enveloped by black mist, which gradually took over his body.

He cried out in pain, as if he were struggling in a raging fire and unable to escape.

His life force was gradually slipping away, and he could feel himself on the verge of death.

"Tang San..."

A suppressed voice murmured from his mouth, and Tang San let out a soft cry: "Purple Demon Eye—"

In the black mist, Tang San finally found the location of Chen Yitang and the black mist itself, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"I found you."

He quickly released hidden weapons in that direction, but Chen Yitang and the phantom figures were barely visible, and the hidden weapons passed through their bodies without causing the slightest harm.

He was startled, and his movements froze for a moment. Taking advantage of this moment, the black mist rushed into Tang San's body, and just like Tang Hao, he let out a painful howl.

Life was slowly drained away, and Tang San and Tang Hao, their eyes bloodshot, were unable to extricate themselves from their predicament.

The crowd below watched this overwhelming defeat, their hearts filled with rage.

"Tang San, Tang Hao! You're both utterly useless!"

With a shout, the spirit rings of everyone present lit up, and everyone wished they could join the battle and devour Tang San and Tang Hao alive.

Chen Yitang laughed.

His unrestrained laughter filled the entire Beast Spirit Mountain, and when he looked at Tang San and Tang Hao in front of him, it was with a hint of mockery.

"Are you giving up? Keep going, and your lives will all belong to me."

"It would be better to admit defeat."

Tang San and Tang Hao managed to say with difficulty, "Admit defeat? Impossible!"

This stubbornness clearly fueled Chen Yitang's anger: "Fine, then you can all die!"

In an instant, an overwhelming force surged towards Tang San and Tang Hao. Their skin appeared to be torn apart, covered with countless dense wounds, looking utterly terrifying.

With a series of painful cries, Tang San and Tang Hao finally ran out of strength to struggle.

The person... is gone?
Chen Yitang was also stunned for a moment. By the time he came to his senses, Tang San and Tang Hao had already breathed their last.

Soon, he burst out laughing, his rampant laughter echoing across Beast Spirit Mountain: "Hey, Tang San and Tang Hao lost."

"You can now obediently join us."

A riot broke out in the crowd, filled with resentment over the deaths of Tang San and Tang Hao.

All the anger was directed at Di Yihong: "Why did you disrupt our peaceful lives? If it weren't for you, we wouldn't be in such a passive situation..."

The soul rings of everyone present lit up, and a towering beam of light hurtled towards First Hong.

Di Yi Hong neither dodged nor avoided; with a wave of his hand, bolts of lightning struck the crowd with pinpoint accuracy, eliciting cries of agony.

He said casually, "The outcome is not yet determined, so how can it be considered that Tang San and Tang Hao have lost?"

Chen Yitang and everyone present were stunned.

Before Chen Yitang could speak, dissenting voices rose from the crowd: "They're already dead, do you think you can bring them back to life and let them continue fighting?"

After speaking, Di Yi Hong turned his gaze to Chen Yitang.

Chen Yitang was clearly in a good mood, a wide smile playing on his lips: "Yes, the person is already dead, incapable of even fighting. What makes you think they still have the strength to fight?"

"If they can continue fighting, then they haven't lost?"

"So the criterion for judging victory or defeat is whether people still have the strength to fight? Whoever falls first, whoever loses the strength to fight first, loses?"

Chen Yitang stared at the corpses of Tang San and Tang Hao, a mocking smile playing on his lips. He was extremely confident: "That's for sure."

"If they can be resurrected and continue fighting, then they haven't lost yet."

However, Chen Yitang knew this was impossible.

First Hong chuckled lightly, flicked his sleeve, and turned back to the camps of the various sects.

"I thought they were something special, but it turns out they just came back here and stood there like idiots, waiting to die."

"You nuisance, you annoying brat, why don't you just die already?"

"We don't want to die, can't we let this person die in our place?"

……

Shuiyue Douluo looked at Diyi Hong with a complicated expression, his reproachful gaze speaking volumes.

His chest was filled with regret and embarrassment, and he wished he could devour Di Yihong, Tang San, Tang Hao and his group alive.

With Tang San and Tang Hao already dead, he decisively turned his attention to First Hong.

"Martial Soul True Form, Moon-Devouring Celestial Dog".

As soon as he finished speaking, a giant celestial dog rose up from behind Water Moon Douluo, exuding an imposing aura.

"First Hong, you should pay the price for your impulsiveness..."

Shuiyue Douluo's voice carried a hint of anger.

Even knowing they were going to die, they didn't want to let First Hong and his group go.

Zhu Zhuqing and A Yin stood in front of Di Yihong, while Ning Rongrong leaned against Di Yihong and looked at the other group of people.

"What's all this chaos about? The results of the competition aren't out yet, can't you all calm down?"

"If you've wrongly accused an innocent person, can you live with yourselves?" (End of Chapter)