Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 85 Ghost Emperor, Nightfall (Part Two)

Finally, Harosa seemed to have gotten tired of fighting, or rather, he felt that if he continued, this "punching bag" would be completely ruined. He stopped, still feeling unsatisfied, and looked at the Ghost Emperor at the bottom of the pit, who was no longer human, barely breathing, with eyes that were only filled with humiliation and fear. He curled his lip in disgust.

He bent down, grabbed the Ghost Emperor's tattered collar—stained with blood and mud—as if lifting a dead dog, and pulled him out of the pit. With a casual toss, he tossed the limp Ghost Emperor at Deng Zhan's feet like trash.

"Keep an eye on him, don't let him get away." Harosa's voice was calm and indifferent, as if he had just casually tossed away something insignificant.

Deng Zhan looked at the bloody, mangled mess at his feet, barely breathing and with countless broken bones, and his lips twitched viciously.

Running? In that state, he's lucky he's even breathing! Sir, do you have some misunderstanding about "running"?

After dealing with the Ghost Emperor, Harosa finally turned his gaze to Ye Lan, who was already pale with fright and trembling all over.

"Release your martial spirit," Harosa commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Ye Lan dared not hesitate for a moment. Her strong will to survive made her do as she was told. Although she was not afraid of death, for which death would be a relief, she was afraid of pain.

She took a deep breath, suppressing the fear in her heart, and the pure dark soul power within her body surged instantly!

Metaphor!

A deep, pure, and seemingly all-consuming aura of darkness erupted from her! Behind her, a pair of enormous wings made of pure dark energy suddenly unfolded! The edges of the wings flowed with an eerie dark purple halo, and each feather was as if carved from the purest obsidian, radiating a chilling dark fluctuation.

Eight spirit rings rose from beneath her feet, encircling her body, and a powerful dark pressure spread out, revealing her to be a level 89 Soul Douluo!

It is the top-tier evil martial spirit—the Fallen Angel!

A barely perceptible glint flashed in Harosa's greyish-white eyes. Although its form was slightly different from the Yuanen Yehui he remembered,

But this pure, extreme darkness, and that unique aura that seems to communicate with other dimensions, is absolutely true!

"What kind of martial spirit do you have?" Harosa asked knowingly, his voice tinged with inquiry.

Ye Lan's voice trembled as he respectfully replied, "Reporting to Your Excellency, it is—the Fallen Angel Martial Soul."

"As expected!" Harosa thought to himself. He'd searched high and low only to find it right under his nose! He hadn't expected to find the key so quickly!

With a thought, the skull figurine flew out of Deng Zhan's arms and hovered in front of Ye Lan. "How did you get in touch with this thing?" Harosa asked the crucial question.

Looking at the skull figurine that had brought her to such dire straits, Ye Lan felt a bitter pang, but dared not conceal the truth: "My lord, this is the Holy Church's 'Evil Soul Summoning' technique. The Holy Church has a long and ancient tradition, possessing a secret method to create a special 'Soul-Guiding Incense.' When lit, this incense releases a unique 'fragrance' that only pure-blooded evil soul masters can perceive, generating an attraction to draw nearby, hidden high-ranking members of the Holy Church."

She paused, then carefully took out a small, thumb-length piece of black incense from her storage soul tool and respectfully presented it: "This incense is called 'Evil Soul Guide,' crafted using a secret method of the Holy Church with various rare ingredients. When I was staying in Shantai City with Lord Ghost Emperor—Ghost Emperor—I lit this incense to contact any Holy Church colleagues who might be lurking nearby. This skeleton figurine must have sensed the scent of 'Evil Soul Guide,' thus establishing a connection."

Harosa took the black incense stick. It was cool to the touch, carrying a strange, almost soul-consuming fragrance. He brought it close to his nose and sniffed, raising an eyebrow slightly. The scent—a faint, cool, grassy aroma—felt somewhat familiar to him.

After a moment's thought, Harosa remembered—the Netherworld Orchid! The celestial herb in the Yin-Yang Eye of Ice and Fire, entirely black and exuding the aura of the underworld! So that's it, one of the core ingredients of this "Evil Soul Guide" must be this Netherworld Orchid! No wonder it has such a peculiar attraction to pure darkness.

"Useless." Harosa casually tossed the useless evil soul back to Ye Lan. He was more concerned about the woman with the Fallen Angel Martial Soul in front of him, and her relationship with the Ghost Emperor.

"Why are you with this piece of trash?" Harosa pointed at the half-dead Ghost Emperor on the ground, his tone scrutinizing.

Ye Lan was taken aback, somewhat bewildered: "My lord, we are all members of the Holy Spirit Cult - isn't it normal for us to stay together?" In her view, the Ghost Emperor was the Heavenly King, and she was a core member whom the cult was cultivating, so it was only natural for her to follow him.

"Normal?" Harosa chuckled, his eyes sharp as knives, as if they could pierce through people's hearts. "With someone like you—a weakling?" He deliberately emphasized the word "weakling," his contempt undisguised.

A wave of humiliation surged through the night. She was, after all, an 89th-level Soul Douluo, and the Fallen Angel Martial Soul granted her combat power comparable to an ordinary Super Douluo!

She was a prodigy among the younger generation of the Holy Spirit Cult! How did she become a weakling? But thinking of Harosa's terrifyingly unreasonable strength, she could only suppress this humiliation deep in her heart.

Before she could answer, Harosa continued, his voice icy and all-knowing: "Is it because you can break through to the Title Douluo level at any time? The day you break through will be the day you open the 'Demon Passage' and unleash the demon army from the demon plane! This is one of the Holy Spirit Cult's last trump cards! With you by my side, if that madman Yun Ming catches us, at least we can drag him and Shrek Academy down with us in a fight to the death?"

Or, at least, create enough chaos to buy others a chance to survive?

Boom!

As if struck by lightning, Ye Lan looked up at Harosa with utter shock and disbelief in her beautiful eyes! Her biggest secret!

How could this man, whom I'd just met, say it so casually?! Just who is he?!

Seeing Ye Lan's shocked and pale expression, Harosa knew he had guessed correctly. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly to Deng Zhan beside him, "Old Deng, slap him! Teach him a lesson!"

Deng Zhan was taken aback at first, then realized who "he" was referring to. He looked at the Ghost Emperor on the ground, barely breathing, then at Halosa's cold eyes, gritted his teeth, stepped forward, squatted down, and slapped his arm hard!

A crisp, resounding slap landed hard on the Ghost Emperor's face, which was already swollen like a pig's head! The force was so great that the Ghost Emperor's few remaining teeth flew out, and his already drowsy consciousness completely plunged into darkness.

Harosa cursed inwardly, "That old bastard almost ruined my plans! If he had really delivered you, this 'human key,' into Yun Ming's hands and you were dead, where would I have found another one?"

He ignored the unconscious Ghost Emperor, his gaze returning to Ye Lan, and asked the most crucial question: "Do you have any direct blood relatives? I mean, people like you who possess the Fallen Angel Martial Soul?"

Ye Lan's mind was in turmoil, filled with astonishment and a strange fear regarding Harosa's identity and purpose. Not only was Harosa's strength unfathomable, but he also seemed to know the secrets of the Fallen Angel Martial Soul perfectly! He even knew the top-secret fact that breaking through to a higher title would open a demonic passage!

Facing Harossa's gaze, which seemed to pierce her soul, Ye Lan dared not conceal anything. She took a deep breath, her voice carrying a complex yet resolute tone: "No. At least in my lineage, I am the only one who awakened the Fallen Angel Martial Soul. My father and mother are both dead." She paused, mustered her courage, looked at Harossa, and tentatively asked, "Lord Underworld Emperor—it seems that regarding the Martial Souls of our lineage..."

"Unusual information?"

The "we" she referred to were naturally the possessors of the Fallen Angel Martial Soul. She desperately wanted to know what this mysterious and powerful man's intentions were. Was it a blessing? Or a greater disaster?