Douluo: This Legend of the Dragon King is not quite right

Upon hearing this, Electrolux's smile faded slightly. He stood with his hands behind his back, appearing calm and collected, but his tone carried a cold refusal:
"You want to see Yuhao? It's simple. Go to hell, and you might just find a remnant of his soul in the Land of the Dead."

"Electra! I'm only being so polite to you because I respect you as Huo Yuhao's teacher!!!"

The phantom of the goddess of beauty trembled violently with extreme rage, and its voice became sharp and piercing.

"Since you're so shameless, don't blame me for being ruthless and wiping you all, along with this filthy land, out of the picture!"

Before the words were finished, the aura of the goddess-like figure behind Zhang Geyang surged again, becoming more and more real and clear. Even the facial features under the black veil were vaguely visible, giving people a terrifying illusion that she was about to descend into this world in her true form.

The terrifying pressure, like a tangible tsunami, swept through the entire underground space, even causing Harosa's Netherworld Rebirth Domain to shake violently and become unstable.

However, faced with this seemingly world-destroying divine power, Electrolux remained calm and unhurried, speaking slowly with a voice that carried an air of profound understanding of the rules:

"Save your energy, little girl."

"Since the Lord of the Plane is so averse to your aura, it is impossible for you to truly descend here."

"Moreover, forcibly crossing realms to descend, especially for a first-level deity like you, the price must be considerable, right?"

“Zhang Geyang is your core believer and your anchor in this world, but now… look at him, can he still hold on?”

As Electrolux spoke, everyone's eyes turned to Zhang Geyang.

The once imposing quasi-god was now ashen-faced, his body visibly shriveling, his skin losing its luster, and his essence of blood and flesh seemingly being frantically drained by an invisible force. He resembled dried-out cured meat, his breath extremely weak.

Clearly, as the vessel that holds the power of the goddess of beauty, he is almost completely drained and can no longer support the descent of her true form.

The phantom of the goddess of beauty fell silent.

Those exquisitely beautiful eyes flickered with extreme resentment, bitterness, and a hint of helplessness.

Finally, she gave Electrolux a deep look, then swept her gaze over the ready-to-fight Lu Jun and Harosa, leaving behind a utterance filled with endless hatred and curse:

"Hmph! You're lucky!"

"What a pity that my century of hard work... has destroyed the foundation of the Holy Church in the Eastern Continent!"

"But remember this! The humiliation you suffer today will be repaid a hundredfold in the future!"

"When my father returns, all of you except Huo Yuhao will die!"

The malicious declaration echoed through the space. The beautiful phantom could no longer maintain its form and began to fluctuate violently. Then, like a shattered mirror image, it vanished into nothingness.

At the very moment she completely dissipated, Zhang Geyang, who was already exhausted, couldn't even let out a final wail. His entire body completely lost all vitality and essence, and with a "thud," it scattered directly on the ground, turning into a clean and tidy body.

The stark white bones, devoid of even a trace of flesh or blood.

Harosa gazed at the skeleton, recalling the venomous words of the goddess of beauty, his brow furrowed for a long time before finally speaking in a deep voice:

"Plundering the life essence of believers to maintain its power, and threatening destruction at every turn... This is truly the style of an evil god."

Lu Jun stood to the side, looking at the skeleton and feeling the lingering pressure of a first-level god in the air. He nodded solemnly as well.

"Indeed." His voice was not loud, but it carried a deep sense of apprehension and a hint of worry about the future.

Although they temporarily repelled the interference of the goddess of beauty and destroyed an important base of the Green Skull organization, it is clear that their feud with this mysterious and powerful first-level deity and the forces behind her has only just begun.

As the phantom of the goddess of beauty dissipated with endless resentment, the suffocating pressure of the evil god also receded like the tide, leaving only the devastated underground base and the stark white bones that symbolized utter defeat.

The air was filled with the burnt smell of extinguished energy, the chill of frost, and a faint, unsettling lingering fragrance.

Lu Jun gently exhaled a breath of stale air, his tense nerves relaxing slightly.

His gaze, involuntarily carrying a complex and enigmatic meaning, fell upon the blond-haired, golden-eyed young figure, Electrolux, who had just turned the tide and was now smiling at him.

That said, Electrolux's sudden and unexpected appearance, and his powerful intervention, was quite surprising to him.

Although he had already deduced from various clues and Harossa's words that the legendary Necromancer God and the Scourge might not have completely perished, he had made the necessary mental preparations.

However, when this legendary figure, who existed in legends ten thousand years ago and had countless connections with Huo Yuhao, truly appeared before him and displayed strength no less than that of a true god, Lu Jun's heart inevitably stirred.

It's a subtle feeling of facing a living fossil of history and witnessing a legend reappear.

"Your Excellency Lu Jun."

Electrolux's gaze was gentle yet profound, as if he could see right through people. He spoke first, his tone carrying a hint of good-natured teasing, breaking the brief silence:
"I hope you won't hold a grudge against this old fellow because I acted rashly and stole your thunder."

Upon hearing this, Lu Jun was taken aback at first, then couldn't help but chuckle and shook his head, saying:
"You flatter me, senior. Do I look like such a petty person?"

He shrugged and his tone became more relaxed:

"I wish things like today would happen more often."

"Anyway, as long as I don't need to personally take full action, it proves that the situation is still under control and far from being hopeless."

"If you can slack off, who would want to work so hard?"

"Haha, you are quite magnanimous."

Electrolux chuckled, gently stroking his smooth chin, a wise glint in his eyes, and said thoughtfully:
"Indeed, what we are dealing with now is just a portion of the divine power that the goddess of beauty transmitted remotely through the medium of believers."

"Although it has the rank of a first-level god, it is like a rootless duckweed, with limited power."

"Indeed, it is not worth it for Your Excellency to use that extremely rare primordial divine power, which is needed to deal with even greater crises."

His words were meaningful, suggesting that he had some understanding of Lu Jun's background.

Electrolux continued:

"Every bit of your power is crucial. Save it for dealing with God King Tang San, who is about to complete his divine descent ritual."

"That was the real battle, the battle for the survival of the plane." (End of Chapter)