Douluo: Reincarnation of Leosli, punishing the evildoers

But at that moment, Tang Chen suddenly felt a sense of disorientation.

That weakness comes from the soul.

Not only Tang Chen, but also ordinary sect disciples, as well as Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong, all felt a chill at this moment.

"what happened?"

Qian Daoliu was the first to sense that something was wrong.

You must know that this is the Spirit Hall. Although the ancestors of the Qian family have passed away, the aura of the Angel God still exists, so it is impossible for such a cold and gloomy atmosphere to appear here.

Moreover, Qian Daoliu looked at Bibi Dong with this aura.

I noticed she was trembling too.

Bibi Dong has a divine inheritance, which Qian Daoliu naturally knows. Moreover, it is the inheritance of an evil god. Qian Daoliu knows that the aura is a violent and chaotic aura, not this kind of coldness.

The only ones who were alright were Leosley and Siegwen.

"Cough cough~"

"It's a bit cold."

"Hey! Lao Yu, what's wrong?"

Suddenly, some disciples from smaller sects began to feel something was wrong with their bodies.

His body, which had been in a very energetic state, was now somewhat dazed.

He even started trembling all over, as if he were running naked in the freezing cold.

"what happened?"

Even the second enshrined deity of the temple, Golden Crocodile, sensed something was wrong.

"Big brother!"

Jin E looked at Qian Daoliu, wanting to hear his opinion.

At this moment, he was also somewhat bewildered.

Qian Daoliu looked at Leiosli, only to find that he had already stood up.

"I'll go out and see."

Unexpectedly, he actually managed to complete the deal he made in Chapter 427.

Although he didn't know how the god of wrath had lured the demons over, Leosley was still somewhat moved.

"Take care and get some rest." Siegwen skipped along behind Leosley.

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The streets of Wuhun City were deserted at this time, and all that could be seen were fallen soul masters.

It's true that Wuhun City is full of Soul Masters, but they are all at the first or second level, and their strength is pitifully weak.

The ghosts and gods, seeing the people lying on the ground around them, muttered to themselves with some disdain, "How weak are mortals."

Even a mere wisp of ghostly energy was enough to knock these people to the ground.

"Whoo~"

Leosley, with Siegwen by his side, stood before the ghosts and spirits.

The ghosts never focused their gaze on Siegwen, after all, she did not possess any divine inheritance.

But Leosley was different. Although he didn't know Leosley's level, he still dared not underestimate him.

After all, this is a territory protected by angels.

Although that being is dead and the faith has been divided among the five great god-kings, the Angel God is still not to be underestimated.

It should be noted that back then, the Angel God, based solely on faith, directly entered the top three among the first-level gods, and even, when unleashing his full power, could exchange a few blows with the God King.

Although the Sea God also attained godhood through faith, the faith of the soul beasts in the ocean is generally not recognized by the divine realm. This is why the divine realm doesn't target the Sea God. As for the Angel God, he is far too terrifying. Even though he has fallen, all the gods below the God King still fear him.

Looking at the demon before him, Leosley had to admit that it truly lived up to its divine status.

It was covered in black mist, making it impossible to tell what it looked like. If you had to describe it, it would be like a replica of the Fire Thief.

Even its face was hidden in the black mist.

"Whoo~"

The ghost took a deep breath, his voice low and hoarse.

"You humans are truly pitifully weak."

The voice of the ghost echoed through the empty street, tinged with mockery and disdain. His figure was shrouded in thick black mist, with only his eyes, gleaming with an eerie light, appearing and disappearing intermittently. The surrounding air seemed to freeze, and even the wind dared not stir.

"Weren't you once a human being, or were you born a god?"

Leosley chuckled.

The ghost chuckled softly, and black mist slowly flowed around him.

"You think you can shake my will with just those words? My former mortal body is a thing of the past. I have transcended all human limitations."

Siegfried stood beside him, her head slightly turned, her eyes warily fixed on the ghost. Her fingers rested lightly on the backpack at her waist, ready to respond to any unexpected situation, but she did not make any rash moves, instead waiting for Leosley's instructions.

The streets were silent, save for the sound of the wind and faint groans from afar. The Soul Masters lying on the ground seemed frozen, their faces pale and their breathing weak, clearly having been eroded by the chilling ghostly energy and rendered unconscious.

The ghost's gaze remained fixed on Leosley, seemingly assessing his strength.

The atmosphere on the street grew increasingly heavy, the dark aura of the ghosts and spirits forming a thick veil over the entire Seahorse City. Leosley stood silently, his black robes fluttering slightly in the wind, his cold eyes fixed on the ghosts and spirits before him, yet he made no move or uttered a word. His silence was like an invisible iceberg, isolating him from all the surrounding noise.

Siegfried's fingers remained on the backpack at her waist, her fingertips slightly tightened, as if she were ready to take something out at any moment. Her gaze darted back and forth between Leosley and the ghost, a hint of tension in her eyes, but more so a silent trust. She did not act rashly, but patiently awaited Leosley's instructions.

The surrounding air seemed to solidify, and a chill crept up the ground, penetrating to the very marrow of everyone present. The Soul Masters lying on the ground emitted faint groans, like trapped beasts struggling in the cold.

The ghost sneered: "What a pathetic sight. Your struggles are nothing but futile efforts. If you think I am a god like a demon god, you are underestimating me."

The figure of the ghost appeared and disappeared in the black mist, his deep eyes flashing with a cold light. His voice was low and hoarse, carrying an irresistible sense of oppression, as if the entire space was under his control.

The buildings on both sides of the street appeared blurred in the thick black fog, and the distant sky was also tinged with a gloomy gray color by this cold atmosphere.

A putrid smell permeated the air, as if the scent of death was quietly spreading.

Higewen fired first, but the tranquilizer dart seemed to have missed its mark, passing right through the ghost's body.

That's right, they traveled through time, and the ghosts and gods seemed to have no physical form.

"I'm not afraid to tell you, my ability allows me to switch between reality and illusion, so you can't do any harm to me at all."

“Oh dear, Duke, this seems to be a bit troublesome.”

Higewen smiled and put the tranquilizer gun away.

This kind of opponent is a bit difficult to deal with.

They usually fight physical opponents, so this kind of intangible opponent is a bit troublesome.

It's not that we can't fight, but that fighting would be very troublesome.

"Oh? It seems this is a bit difficult."

Upon hearing this, Leosley shook his head slightly.

"Whoo~"

The ghost chuckled softly, a cold glint flashing in its deep eyes.

He instinctively thought that Leosley wanted to give up.

"Since that's the case, you may repent in hell first!" (End of Chapter)