Douluo: Reincarnation of Leosli, punishing the evildoers

Orochius's jet-black wings unfurled in the cold night wind, each feather seemingly containing boundless power, shimmering with a faint black light.

His figure glided silently through the air like a giant night owl, seemingly blending into the endless darkness. His gaze was piercing, fixed on the direction ahead, the direction of the remaining starlight.

Snow Empress, Ice Empress, and Little White stood there, watching him leave, their unease growing stronger.

Hyotei frowned slightly and whispered to Yuki-tei and Shiro, "He went in the direction of those three humans."

"Could his target be those three humans?" Xiaobai asked in confusion.

"We must stop him. We can't let him run rampant in the far north." The Snow Empress frowned. "Not only to protect those three humans, but also for the sake of the far north."

She glanced at the place that Orochi had just ravaged. The ice and snow, eroded by divine power, had gradually turned into black water. The once pure far north had been polluted.

As for the three humans, Leosley can die with them, but the successor of the Ice God must not be harmed.

Her figure flashed, and she rushed out first. A chilling aura surrounded her, and her feet left a clear trail of frost in her wake.

Hyotei and Shiro followed closely behind, their figures blurring in the wind as they chased after Orochi.

The frigid winds of the far north seemed to be influenced by them, growing even more violent, howling and howling through the surrounding ice and rocks. Their breath condensed into puffs of white mist in the cold wind, merging with the surrounding ice and snow, as if echoing the anger in their hearts.

Orochius's figure stood out starkly against the night sky, surrounded by a murky aura of darkness, like a demon descended upon the mortal world. His steps were slow and unhurried, each step accompanied by the cracking sound of ice and snow.

The three "beasts" of Hyotei followed closely behind, their eyes fixed on Orochius, not daring to relax for a moment. They could sense that the opponent's strength far exceeded their expectations, but their inner anger and sense of mission prevented them from stopping.

Xue'er and Xiaobai naturally hadn't forgotten what had just happened.

Although the Ice Wolf King wasn't considered a powerful beast in the far north, it was already one of the top soul beasts on the Douluo Continent.

How could they tolerate such a tragic death?
Orochius noticed the three "beasts" of the Ice Emperor chasing after him and a disdainful smile appeared on his lips: "Oh? There are even some cowardly beasts who aren't afraid of death."

His figure flashed and disappeared into the night in an instant.

Oroshus could clearly sense the energy fluctuations ahead, his gaze fixed on them, and the smile on his lips grew increasingly enigmatic.

Hyotei, Xue'er, and Xiaobai followed closely behind Orochi, their footsteps crunching softly on the ice and snow. However, they could clearly sense that their speed was utterly incomparable to Orochi's.

"Damn it!" Hyotei's brows furrowed tightly, and her hands trembled slightly from the force of her grip.

While Ice Emperor may not be the strongest on Douluo Continent, she considers herself no weaker than anyone else in the far north.

But Orochius was far faster than her, which was something she couldn't accept.

If they keep chasing us like this, things will get really out of control!
“It seems the owner of that power has already discovered me,” Orochius said softly.

Although he is an evil god and an extreme humanist, he is a true doer in the divine realm.

If that power belonged to humans and could enhance divine strength, he would at most offer some advice and then try to bring them into the divine realm. The reason the gods in the divine realm disliked him, this demon god, was simply because his behavior was too extreme; he would even kill any non-threatening divine beasts he saw.

Mythical beasts are still beasts, and since they can become gods among beasts, they must have sentience.

He's a dignified demon god, a second-level god at that, yet he kills divine beasts like he's killing animals. Who gets any satisfaction from that?
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At this moment, Leosley and his group were traveling through the frigid winds of the far north.

Although the wind and snow grew heavier, the biting winds of the far north felt like a thousand sharp blades, relentlessly cutting into the skin, chilling to the bone. Snowflakes danced wildly in the air, as if trying to devour the entire world. Visibility was obscured by the vast white curtain of snow, making it difficult to even discern the path beneath one's feet.

"The weather is getting worse and worse," Siegfried complained softly.

Despite their complaints, the snow fell on Siegwen and Leosley like a soft veil, slipping away silently without leaving any mark on them.

Siegfried's long hair fluttered in the wind, yet remained perfectly in place, as if the chill of the snow and wind couldn't touch her at all. Lyosley's posture remained upright, the scar on his neck appearing even deeper in the snow's glow, but his expression was indifferent, as if none of this concerned him.

Shui Bing'er tightened her cloak and exhaled a breath of white air; clearly, the temperature was too biting for her at the moment.

Siegwen glanced back at Shui Bing'er, smiled slightly, and gently waved her hand. A warm water element immediately enveloped Shui Bing'er's body, dispelling the chill. Shui Bing'er nodded gratefully, a relieved expression appearing on her face.

The cold wind still howled, but Shui Bing'er's body gradually warmed up under the protection of Siegwen's water element, and her steps became much lighter.

"Are you feeling better?" Siegwen turned to look at Shui Bing'er, smiling.

"Yes, thank you." Shui Bing'er nodded softly.

Siegfried smiled, said nothing more, and quickened her pace to catch up with Leosley. Her eyes darted around, warily observing her surroundings. Although she tried her best to hide her unease, her slightly furrowed brows betrayed her worry.

Higewen's gaze wandered through the wind and snow, finally settling on the darkness in the distance.

She saw black mist that did not belong to the far north.

"Duke, something is approaching." Siegwen's eyes widened warily as she looked at the darkness that seemed completely out of place in the far north.

Although Leosley didn't see it, he naturally trusted Siegwen's senses.

He stopped and looked up at Hisewen.

"what?"

Higewen's long hair danced in the wind, her eyes deep and resolute, as if they could pierce through the snow and wind and gaze at the uninvited guest in the darkness.

“Darkness.” Siegwen’s voice was soft, but her tone was unusually certain.

Leosley frowned slightly, his gaze meeting Siegwen's. He could sense the barely concealed tension in her eyes. Although he couldn't see what Siegwen was seeing, he trusted her.

After a moment of silence, Leosley said, "Let's go. Since we're here, let's meet them." (End of Chapter)