Douluo Continent: The Twin Sons of the Styx River, Shaking the World and Destroying the Heavens

Chapter 162 Shrek Severely Injured

The Netherworld Douluo and the Myriad Souls Douluo are not just simple evil soul masters, but also soul masters.

The Netherworld Douluo's martial soul is called the Netherworld Sword. This sword is quite peculiar; when used, it can open another accompanying space, elusive and unpredictable. Its evil nature stems from the fact that each opening of this space requires burning one person's soul as a price. Within his martial soul, as his cultivation level increases, reaching the Title Douluo level, he can seal up to nine souls of the dead, requiring replenishment after each use. Even so, among evil soul masters, he is considered to have committed relatively few atrocities.

The other person's martial spirit was a large, jet-black banner, entirely black from the flagpole to the banner itself. On the banner, countless purplish-black vengeful spirits flickered faintly.

The Banner of Ten Thousand Souls—this is the martial soul of the Ten Thousand Souls Douluo. It is an evil martial soul whose core ability is related to the soul, capable of devouring and manipulating souls.

The Banner of Ten Thousand Souls possesses spatial attributes, allowing it to store souls and release them for attacks when needed. It can also transform devoured souls into vengeful spirits, enhancing their power through specific soul skills.

The night was as black as ink, so thick it seemed heavy and unyielding. When the Netherworld Douluo and the Myriad Souls Douluo clearly saw the nine blood-red soul rings pulsating on Song Yunzhi and Yan Shaozhe's shoulders, their pupils constricted sharply—both were terrifying beings at the peak of level ninety-eight Douluo. In a one-on-one fight, they might have room to maneuver, but facing two equally powerful opponents simultaneously, the situation instantly became precarious. Especially the dark golden soul power aura surrounding Yan Shaozhe, which seemed to emit a faint dragon's roar, was clearly a sign that he was about to break through the ninety-ninth level barrier and step into the realm of Limit Douluo.

"Troublesome as it may be, today's objective is to kill as many as possible!" The Netherworld Douluo roared in a low voice, his black robes billowing without wind, and the Netherworld Sword, engraved with ancient runes, hummed as it was drawn from its sheath, its blade emitting a cold, eerie blue light. He vanished from his spot like a ghost, leaving only streaks of black afterimages on the ground, a testament to the full force of this titled Douluo known for his speed.

On the other side, Wanhun Douluo's forehead was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat. He stared intently at Qingying Douluo Song Yunzhi in front of him. The nine spirit rings floating around Song Yunzhi lit up one after another. The Qingying Divine Eagle Martial Soul behind Song Yunzhi spread out its wings, covering the sky and the sharp eagle eyes were like two poisoned blades, piercing the deepest fear in his heart.

"Youming! It's actually this guy, Qingying Douluo Song Yunzhi. If we continue fighting, I will surely perish here. Is it too late for us to change opponents?" Wanhun Douluo's voice trembled slightly as he rapidly activated his soul power, summoning thousands of soul beast vengeful spirits to form a defensive barrier.

His response was a fierce attack accompanied by the roar of the Netherworld Douluo. "Netherworld Slash!" The Netherworld Sword tore through the air with a piercing shriek.

It seems too late; they've already clashed with Yan Shaozhe.

The Netherworld Douluo and the Myriad Souls Douluo simultaneously pressed the activation button on their waist-mounted soul tools. Brilliant level nine light radiated around them as the defensive soul tool bestowed by Zhongli Wu hummed and deployed a hemispherical energy shield, enveloping the two. The surface of the energy shield was covered with intricate runes, each line inscribed with the continent's most advanced defensive formations. Yet, even so, facing Yan Shaozhe's powerful and fierce soul force impact and Song Yunzhi's relentless piercing attacks, the surface of the energy shield continued to ripple with dazzling light, as if it might shatter at any moment.

Veins bulged on the forehead of the Soul Douluo, his hands gripping the jet-black Soul Banner tightly. The banner moved without wind, countless distorted faces appearing and disappearing on its surface. As he uttered obscure incantations, the skull at the top of the banner suddenly opened its eerie green eyes, and with a piercing shriek, tens of thousands of vengeful spirits surged forth like black mist. The spirits were of various forms; some dragged broken limbs, others had grotesquely twisted faces, and a chill permeated the air wherever they passed.

Yan Shaozhe's phoenix flames transformed into a sky full of crimson light, sweeping across the land. The intense heat instantly incinerated most of the vengeful spirits, and their shrill screams echoed through the night sky. However, some of the vengeful spirits were extremely cunning. Sensing the threat of the flames, they immediately transformed into shadows and burrowed into the ground, using the earth as cover to lie in wait for the opportunity to launch a fatal attack.

Wanhun Douluo dared not be careless in the slightest. Every time he released a wave of vengeful spirits, he had to quickly adjust his position. His peripheral vision was always alert to the spatial fluctuations around him—Song Yunzhi's Azure Shadow Divine Eagle Martial Soul was not only incredibly fast, but it could also tear through space to launch a surprise attack.

He could even feel a faint chill in the air, a prelude to Song Yunzhi's soul skill about to be activated. Every nerve was taut, ready to counterattack or dodge at any moment. "Azure Shadow Storm!"

Song Yunzhi parted her red lips slightly, and her fifth soul ring suddenly lit up, its black light spreading out like ripples. The illusory azure shadow eagle perched behind her suddenly flapped its wings, its sharp claws flashing with a cold light as it soared straight into the sky.

As its wings flapped violently, the surrounding airflow instantly became turbulent. Amidst the howling sound, a blue tornado with a diameter of tens of feet rose from the ground, coiling like a giant python and tightly enveloping Wan Hun Douluo in the center.

At the eye of the storm, the Soul Douluo's soul power shield hissed and crackled as it was sliced ​​by the rapidly spinning air currents. Countless azure rays pierced the shield like sharp blades, causing his expression to instantly turn grim. As his soul power circulated, dozens of illusory soul rings appeared and disappeared in the storm, but they were constantly torn apart by the tornado, making it impossible for them to coalesce into a solid form.

"This distance is enough to turn you to ashes." Song Yunzhi's eyes were cold. With a slight movement of her fingertips, the Azure Shadow Divine Eagle let out a sharp cry, and the tornado suddenly accelerated its rotation speed. Fine electric sparks appeared in the azure airflow, and spiderweb-like patterns appeared on the protective shield amidst the crackling sounds.

"Youming, save me!" The Ten Thousand Souls Douluo finally couldn't hold on any longer, and his roar was shattered by the storm.

On the other side, upon seeing this, the Netherworld Douluo's pupils shrank, and the Netherworld Sword in his hand suddenly burst forth with a jet-black light. Under the infusion of soul power, the sword body swelled to more than ten zhang in length, with wisps of ghostly shadows swirling around it.

"Netherworld Break!" he roared, and the greatsword swept out with a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air. A jet-black sword aura, like a crescent moon, slashed at the tornado, actually splitting a gap in the swirling airflow.

"You dare to be distracted while fighting me?"

A cold voice rang out from behind him, causing the Netherworld Douluo to shudder. Just as he was about to turn around, a blazing golden flame shot towards him from the side. The flame condensed in mid-air into a phoenix of light, its wings shimmering with iridescent light, its beak and claws forged from crystal, slamming into his back with a heatwave capable of incinerating everything. "Pfft—"

The Netherworld Douluo was struck as if by a heavy hammer, his entire body flying backward like a kite with a broken string. He crashed into several giant trees before finally coming to a stop, spitting out a mouthful of blood that stained the ground in front of him. Clutching his throbbing back, he looked up at Song Yunzhi, who was slowly walking towards him, his eyes filled with shock and anger—the embers of the Bright Phoenix were still burning his soul power, making it difficult for him to muster his fighting strength for the time being.

However, the situation on the other side was different. As a super Douluo-level evil soul master, Scorpion Tiger Douluo Zhang Peng's strength was among the top in the Holy Spirit Cult. Moreover, thanks to the level nine defensive soul tool temporarily bestowed by Zhongli Wu and to be taken back later, Xian Lin'er's attacks were greatly weakened. Therefore, Scorpion Tiger Douluo was now forcing Xian Lin'er to retreat steadily.

Xian Lin'er gritted her teeth and tried her best to hold on, partly because she wanted to protect the students, and partly because she didn't want to lose to Yan Shaozhe.

But they're all at level 98, so it won't be that easy.

At that moment, Beibei's pupils contracted sharply as several gray-black shadows suddenly sprang from the damp mud beneath her feet, kicking up a spray of foul-smelling seawater. These were the vengeful spirits of several sea spirit beasts, their bodies formed from translucent resentment, their once ferocious outlines vaguely visible—a giant octopus with bone spurs on its back, a shark with two horns on its head, and a sea turtle covered in a thick shell. As the pressure emanating from them, at the Soul Douluo level, pressed down like dark clouds, Beibei felt a throbbing pain in her temples, and a chill creeped up her spine.

The exchange students present tensed instantly, their martial spirit lights flashing one after another, yet their faces betrayed their solemnity. Shrek Academy disciples were never afraid of challenges, and fighting beyond their level was commonplace for them, but these vengeful spirits were different. They had no physical form, making ordinary attacks ineffective, and they carried the sinister aura unique to evil soul masters—a terrifying power that could directly erode soul power and corrupt the mind.

"Dean Yan! A Soul Douluo-level vengeful spirit has appeared!" Bei Bei shouted, his voice carrying a barely perceptible urgency. The horrific scene of encountering the fifth-ring evil soul master was still vivid in his mind—his fallen companions, the splattered blood—he absolutely did not want to experience it again.

"Hmm? Here to die again?" Yan Shaozhe's voice came from behind, carrying a hint of coldness. He looked up and saw that the vengeful spirits were still lingering dozens of feet away, not rushing at him immediately, and his tense nerves relaxed slightly.

With a casual wave of his right hand, raging flames instantly erupted in mid-air, and hundreds of fire phoenixes materialized out of thin air. As their wings spread, they scattered golden-red feathers, sweeping towards the horde of vengeful spirits like a burning cloud.

Just as the Fire Phoenix was about to touch the vengeful spirit, the Ten Thousand Souls Douluo not far away suddenly lowered his eyelids, a struggle flashing in his eyes, which was then replaced by ruthlessness.

He tightened his grip on the Myriad Souls Banner, his knuckles turning white from the force. Those vengeful spirits were the essences he had painstakingly collected and refined from the deep sea over several years, and they were one of the core combat forces of the Myriad Souls Banner.

"burst."

A hoarse word escaped his lips, so soft it was almost swallowed by the wind, yet it carried an undeniable resolve. Zhongli Wu's order was like a sword hanging over his head; to complete the mission, this sacrifice had to be endured.

"Bang bang bang-!"

Several muffled explosions, like thunderclaps, rang out. The bodies of the sea spirit beasts suddenly swelled and then exploded under the violent impact of their resentment! Thick, inky black mist instantly spread out, like a giant net covering the direction where Beibei and the others were. Wherever it passed, even the air seemed to freeze, carrying a bone-chilling cold.

Beibei only had time to shove his two junior classmates away before he was swallowed head-on by the black mist. In the blinding darkness, he heard his companions' short gasps and the cracking sound of bones breaking.

After an unknown amount of time, the black fog finally receded like the tide.

In mid-air, scattered limbs and blood-stained fragments of clothing fell like broken puppets.
"puff"

It crashed onto the muddy ground. The once bluish-gray earth was now stained a shocking dark red by the gushing blood. The viscous liquid flowed down the ground, accumulating into small blood pools in the craters.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, mixed with the putrid remnants of exploding vengeful spirits, making one want to vomit. Intermittent wails rose from the pool of blood, some as faint as mosquitoes, others filled with heart-wrenching pain, but they quickly fell silent.

Beibei struggled to get up from the ground, her left arm twisted unnaturally, cold sweat mixed with blood flowing into her eyes, bringing a stinging pain.

He stared at the hellish scene before him, his throat felt like it was blocked by something, and he couldn't utter a single word, only his teeth grinding together.

(End of this chapter)