Douluo: Reincarnation of Leosli, punishing the evildoers

As the ghost's words fell, the surrounding black mist suddenly expanded, instantly engulfing Siegwen and Leosley. The dense black mist, like a giant curtain, shrouded the entire street.

The distant sky was tinged with a gloomy gray by the chilly atmosphere, and the surrounding buildings became blurred.

Siegwen slightly raised the tranquilizer gun, and several bubbles the size of a person appeared before her eyes.

Under Siegwen's control, the water bubbles moved slowly, enveloping the unconscious and collapsed "civilians".

"Oh? So you're someone who cares about ants?"

The ghosts and spirits also sensed that the black energy they emitted seemed unable to penetrate the bubbles, as if it were being blocked by an invisible force.

To ghosts and spirits, weak humans are no different from ants, and countless people have died at their hands.

But I never expected Siegfried to do that.

"Life is precious, even an ant deserves our cherishing."

Leosley's voice rang in the ghost's ears, his tone tinged with coldness.

The ghost sneered, and black mist swirled around him.

"Life is precious? How laughable. In my eyes, the distinction between strong and weak is the eternal truth. The weak are devoured by the strong; this is the law of nature."

"That's a bit too extreme."

Leosley shook his head, and also shook his head slightly.

Although the ghosts and gods are powerful, their extreme beliefs prevent them from gaining recognition in certain areas.

Having served as a prison warden for many years, his reverence for life far surpasses that for ghosts and gods.

"Life has no distinction between strong and weak."

Higewen's voice rang out beside Leosley, her tone firm. Her gaze was fixed on the distance, her eyes filled with awe and respect for life.

"Oh? Then how come I don't know what's so respectable about those ants?"

The ghostly figure sneered, black mist swirling around him, a mocking glint in his deep eyes. The distant sky was tinged with a gloomy gray by this chilling aura, and the surrounding buildings became blurred.

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

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 tilted her head slightly, 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 surrounding air seemed to solidify, and a chill crept up the ground, penetrating to the very marrow of everyone present.

"So, I just can't get along with you gods!"

Leosley sighed slightly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the black mist of the ghosts and gods surged again, as if in response to his exclamation. The chill on the street intensified, and every breath in the air was filled with oppression and danger. In the distance, even the soul masters protected by the water bubbles seemed to sense the approaching power and trembled uneasily.

The ghost stared coldly at Leosley.

"Since we can't find a common language, let's speak with force."

"indeed so."

After he finished speaking, the Eye of God behind Leosley flashed continuously, and countless ice spikes spread out around Leosley, directly enveloping the area and the two surrounding streets.

"This size should be sufficient."

Not knowing what kind of damage it would cause, Leosley made the arena a little larger this time. The boxing gloves covered Leosley's hands, but he didn't move.

The opponent's abilities can switch between reality and illusion; if you act rashly, you won't even be able to hit them.

Therefore, if we want to defeat our current opponent, there seems to be only one way.

No, there might be two.

The black mist of the ghosts surged through the streets, like a giant black serpent, winding and coiling, trying to completely devour Leosley and Siegwen.

However, Leosley remained as steady as a rock, without wavering in the slightest.

His gaze was calm, as if he were waiting for some opportunity.

A low laugh echoed from within the dark, ghostly mist: "What are you waiting for? A miracle? Or rescue?"

The voice of the demon was as chilling as a piercing wind, penetrating the entire street. His figure appeared and disappeared in the black mist, his deep eyes flashing with a cold light. Although his attack was not launched immediately, the invisible pressure made the surrounding air increasingly heavy.

His abilities had already been activated without anyone noticing; his black aura wasn't released for nothing.

If it comes into contact with the human body, it can interfere with the mind and induce negative emotions, such as suicide.

However, the higher the level, the longer the effect lasts.

And what about Leosley?

He seemed to have a rough idea of ​​the power of ghosts and gods, but the gods of Douluo Continent would need to practice to influence him.

If it weren't for the fact that things were a bit tricky, the ghosts and gods would have gone to keep the demons company long ago.

"Aren't you going to take action yet?"

Leosley deliberately pointed to the sky and smiled slightly.

The ghost looked at Leosley and suddenly realized something.

"you!"

Although he descended to the mortal realm at the behest of the Asura God, his true purpose was to complete a mission.

If someone does something outside of their assigned duties, they will inevitably be held accountable.

In the entire Douluo Continent, there are not many places that can communicate with the God Realm, and Wuhun City happens to be one of them.

The Angel God's faith was divided among the five Great God Kings, which is why all five Great God Kings can monitor Martial Soul City.

Miscalculation!
"Is this your goal, to make me take action?"

The ghost was now truly amused and exasperated. He could already imagine the punishment he would receive if he went back.

This is no longer just a game between him and Leosley, but a game between the God of Destruction and the God of Asura.

"Do you think you can turn the tide like this? Even if I am punished, you won't escape! The battle between the God of Destruction and the God of Asura is not something a small pawn like you can control."

The words of the spirits echoed in the air, carrying an irresistible pressure.

Before he finished speaking, the black mist on the street suddenly surged, and countless black tentacles swept in from all directions, like a giant net, rapidly contracting towards Leosley and Siegwen.

The tentacles gleamed with a jet-black sheen, as if formed from the purest darkness, carrying a suffocating power. As the tentacles swung through the air, they even tore through the surrounding air, emitting a low, whistling sound.

The tentacles in the black mist drew ever closer, and just as they were about to touch the two, the demon's movements suddenly froze for a moment. His pupils contracted slightly, as if he had sensed something amiss.

"I've been wondering, does God also need to breathe?" (End of Chapter)