Douluo Continent: The Ruler of Time, Reigning Supreme

Chapter 128 Light Ling Douluo
The battlefield instantly transformed into the most brutal grinding mill of flesh and blood.

The ice and snow were stained black and red, severed limbs and shattered ice flew together, and the roars of beasts and howls of corpses resounded together.

Bai Chenxiang, mingling among the Nirvana Corpse horde, moved like a ghost, skillfully avoiding direct attacks. From time to time, invisible sharp energy would flick out from her fingertips, precisely severing the joints or vital points of some thousand-year-old soul beasts.

However, her main focus was not on the killing.

A seemingly decorative silver button on her collar—a small, ultra-long-range soul-guided recorder—was emitting a barely perceptible light, transmitting the brutal and grand war scene before her, including the actions of those top-tier experts, in real time to Xia Die, who was far away at the headquarters of the Holy Spirit Cult in the Sun Moon Empire.

Seeing that the Nirvana Corpse Army below, though fierce, was still being pushed back by the endless beast tide and the few hundred-thousand-year-old soul beasts among them, Guangling Douluo put away his cynical smile and gently stroked the Guangling Divine Bow in his hand, which exuded a holy aura.

"Let's take action too."

His voice was still clear and crisp, but it carried a chilling killing intent.

"They alone cannot stop this maddened beast tide."

Standing behind him were a group of core retainers and elders of the Hall of Rebirth, led by Thousand-Pound Douluo, Demon-Slaying Douluo, and Chrysanthemum Douluo.

Each of them was once a titled Douluo who dominated the continent ten thousand years ago with the Spirit Hall. Now, they have all lived out their second lives as Nirvana Corpses.

The Spirit Hall is now a thing of the past; at this moment, they share only one common home—the Hall of Rebirth.

"Do it!"

The two brothers, Qianjun Douluo and Jiangmo Douluo, wielded their coiled dragon staffs, their shadows intertwining like two angry dragons churning the seas amidst a horde of beasts.

Storm Douluo Tuoba Xuanfeng's sword energy soared into the sky. In the realm of transforming all things into swords, even wind and snow could become swords, precisely targeting and killing powerful individuals in the beast tide.

Elders such as Demon Bear Douluo, Ghost Leopard Douluo, Sea Turtle Douluo, Serpent Spear Douluo, and Porcupine Douluo also displayed their unique abilities, with powerful soul skills exploding continuously in the beast tide, like bombs of destruction being dropped into a white wave.

Meanwhile, the Light Feather Douluo himself stood steadily in the sky behind, his Light Feather Divine Bow drawn like a full moon, and his fifth soul skill, "Boundless Arrival," locked onto an 80,000-year-old ice crystal giant rhinoceros that was rampaging through the beast tide.

"call out--!"

A streak of light seemed to disregard the distance in space, instantly appearing on the giant rhinoceros's forehead.

"puff!"

A soft thud of flesh being pierced rang out, and the giant rhinoceros's massive body, which was charging forward, suddenly stiffened. A transparent hole the size of a bowl appeared on its forehead, and the ferocious light in its eyes dimmed instantly. It crashed to the ground like a mountain collapsing and a jade pillar falling, causing a small-scale chaos.

"Eighth Soul Skill - The Limit!"

He drew his bow again, and a strange arrow of light shot towards the area where the beast horde was most concentrated.

The arrow fell but did not explode; instead, it formed a hemispherical, transparent force field.

Within the force field, everything—whether it was a charging soul beast, flying ice and snow, or even exploding energy—became extremely slow, almost to a standstill, in an instant.

This created a valuable opportunity for the Nirvana Corpse and its companions ahead to be harvested.

The top combatants of the Hall of Rebirth have officially joined the battle.

The entire far northern core was completely transformed into a vortex of death.

The sky was rendered bizarre and colorful by various soul skills, while the earth continued to crack and sink amidst roars and rumbles.

The roars of the dead and the cries of the living intertwine to form a tragic and cruel war song belonging to the far north.

The all-out war between the Hall of Rebirth and the soul beasts of the far north has now fully erupted.

On the core battlefield, on that icy plain ravaged by a battle between demigods, the atmosphere was so heavy it seemed as if even the air itself had frozen. "Boom—!"

A streak of emerald light, carrying the resolute determination to burn its own essence, forcefully shattered several golden wind blades that were trying to intercept her; it was none other than the Ice Emperor.

Her petite body was covered in shattered ice crystal armor, and a trickle of blood hung from the corner of her mouth. But in her vertical pupils, there was only the figure lying weakly in the ice shards in front of her.

Almost simultaneously, a deafening roar and the sound of ice cracking came from the other side.

The Ice Bear King, Xiaobai, had a mountain-like body covered with charred marks from being burned by the flames. Ignoring everything else, it smashed through the flame barrier set up by the Lion Douluo with each slam of its massive paws, causing the earth to tremble.

Meanwhile, from another direction, Titan Snow Demon King broke through Azure Phoenix Douluo's defenses, his massive body gathering together with the ice crystals and blood droplets scattered along the way.

Three figures, bearing wounds and filled with immense anxiety, finally broke through the blockade of the three Super Douluo of the Hall of Rebirth and rushed to Xue Di's side.

"Xue'er."

Hyotei was the first to arrive, and immediately bent down, carefully trying to help Yukito up.

When she touched Xue Di's cold, soft, yet lifeless body, her heart sank, and her voice trembled uncontrollably, "Are you...are you alright?"

Titan Snow Demon King Atai and Ice Bear King Xiaobai also gathered around, their two huge beast eyes filled with unprecedented worry and anger.

Atai let out a low growl, his voice deep and thunderous: "Snow Empress!"

Little White gently rubbed its huge head against Snow Emperor's arm, making a whimpering sound.

They could all clearly sense that Xue Di's injuries were extremely serious, and the lingering purplish-black evil energy, like a bone-deep affliction, was still constantly eroding her essence.

The current situation, with powerful enemies all around them, has made their spirits sink to the bottom.

At the same time, the figures of Azure Phoenix Douluo, Golden Crocodile Douluo, and Lion Douluo also landed beside Qian Daoliu.

The three Super Douluo all wore expressions of shame.

Qingluan Douluo said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry, big brother, I couldn't stop them."

Lion Douluo looked at the frost that had formed on his fist, snorted coldly, and acquiesced to the outcome.

Golden Crocodile Douluo shook his head slightly: "In this far northern home ground, they are unleashing their power without regard for their lives, and it is indeed difficult to completely stop them."

Qian Daoliu slowly opened his eyes. The "Breath of Angels" around him was still steadily repairing his injuries, but the speed had slowed down considerably.

His face was still pale. He waved his hand, his voice weak but filled with understanding:

"It's alright, don't blame yourself. The ferocious beasts of the far north launched a counterattack that was unstoppable. It was already quite an achievement to be able to injure them."

His gaze fell on the Snow Empress, who was being supported by the Ice Emperor. A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, but more than that, there was a calm that indicated that the overall situation was settled.

He knew very well that even if the three members of Hyotei reunited, it would be too late to turn the tide.

Hyotei and the others naturally understood this cruel reality.

Their combined defensive circle appeared so fragile in the face of Bibi Dong's unfathomable aura.

Hyotei held Yukiteri's cold hand tightly, trying to convey a sliver of warmth and strength, but his heart was filled with a sense of powerlessness.

Facing a former god, even though the other party was no longer in its complete form, the oppression originating from the level of life and the level of laws made her feel suffocated.

(End of this chapter)