Douluo Dragon King: I'm creating a golden age behind the scenes!

Just as Blood Serpent Douluo and the Blood Plague Cult were immersed in their crazy fantasy of dominating the continent, as if they could already see themselves standing at the top of the world,

As the Holy Spirit Cult was being trampled underfoot, a cold and authoritative voice boomed like thunder from the deep sky: "I'm afraid you won't have that chance!"

The voice seemed to carry an invisible force, instantly pulling the Blood Plague Cult members back to reality from their illusory dream.

A flicker of astonishment and fear flashed across his previously fanatical and greedy eyes, and he shuddered as if doused with cold water.

Before the Blood Plague Cult members could react, a dazzling, holy, and intense golden light suddenly shone in the night sky.

"Third Soul Skill! Light of Judgment!"

This light, like a ray of dawn, broke through the shackles of darkness and illuminated the dense forests of the entire Qingling Mountains.

Immediately following, accompanied by a terrifying roar, a thick golden beam of light, like a sword of divine punishment, shot straight towards the location of the Blood Plague Cult members with unstoppable momentum.

Wherever this beam of judgment passed, the air seemed to ignite instantly, emitting a hissing sound. The surrounding trees, affected by this powerful energy wave, instantly burst into flames, the flames raging and devouring everything, crackling and popping as the branches were burned.

The metal was charred black, cracked, and fell apart, raising clouds of dust. The ground was also affected. The powerful force caused the earth to crack, with fissures spreading outwards like ferocious giant pythons.

The Blood Plague Cult members were stunned by the sudden attack, their faces filled with terror.

Blood Serpent Douluo reacted the fastest, his eyes widening instantly like copper bells, filled with shock and anger.

His body instinctively leaped backward, like a nimble venomous snake, trying to dodge the fatal blow.

His fifth spirit ring glowed, and his body emitted a layer of eerie green light, forming a poisonous mist shield in an attempt to withstand the powerful attack.

Blood Vengeance Douluo opened his mouth wide in horror, his legs trembling uncontrollably, almost being crushed to the ground by the terrifying pressure.

He frantically raised his hands, trying to do something to protect himself, but he appeared so powerless and panicked.

The other Blood Plague Cult members were in complete chaos; some fled in panic, while others stood there blankly, awaiting their fate.

The golden light of judgment, carrying immense power, slammed into Blood Serpent Douluo's poisonous mist shield.

In an instant, the golden light and the eerie green poisonous mist collided violently, bursting out a dazzling burst of light and a deafening roar. The shockwave of energy spread outwards like a surging sea, engulfing everything in its path.

Under the powerful attack of the Judgment Light, the poisonous fog shield quickly developed cracks, like a piece of glass about to shatter.

In this fierce collision, Blood Serpent Douluo felt a powerful force impacting his body, making his internal organs seem to shift.

His face instantly turned ashen, and a trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth.

He gritted his teeth and desperately tried to maintain the shield, but the power of the Judgment Light was simply too great, and the shield eventually gave way and shattered with a "bang".

The light of judgment continued to surge downwards, striking directly at the Blood Plague Cult members. For a moment, screams and cries of terror echoed through the dense forest.

Some believers were struck by the light, their bodies instantly melted by the high temperature, turning into ashes;

Some believers were thrown back by the shockwave and crashed heavily into tree trunks, their fate unknown.

The entire area where the Blood Plague Cult members were located instantly turned into a chaotic and deadly battlefield.

In the sky, a figure dressed in a majestic military uniform with golden wings shining behind him slowly emerged. His eyes were as sharp as cold stars, full of justice and majesty.

It was none other than Angel Douluo Le Zheng'en! At this moment, the power of a level 99 Limit Douluo was fully revealed!

As the sacred light of judgment slowly faded, the thick smoke and dust, like dispelled haze, gradually dissipated under the mountain breeze.

The Blood Plague Cult's original hideout has now been transformed into a scene of purgatory. The pungent smell of burning permeates the air, mingling with the stench of blood and decay, making one want to vomit.

Blood Vengeance Douluo and Blood Serpent Douluo barely managed to stand amidst the ruins.

Blood Vengeance Douluo trembled all over. Just now, he had directly summoned his three-word battle armor to defend himself, but he was still injured. Blood foam kept gushing from his mouth with his panting, and his face was full of terror and despair.

Although Blood Serpent Douluo had not yet fallen, his body was swaying precariously. Most of his black scales were charred and torn, revealing the burned and smoking skin beneath. His eyes burned with flames of anger and disbelief.

The Blood Plague Cult's original force of several hundred people was now decimated, as if they had been subjected to a bloodbath.

Limbs and severed arms lay scattered on the ground, the muscles on the severed arms still twitching; the bodies were charred and twisted, like withered trees struck by lightning. There were very few survivors, only a few dozen people still struggling and panting for breath.

Some of them had their skin torn open by the flames and were groaning in pain; others had their legs blown off and could only crawl on the ground with their hands, their eyes filled with fear and helplessness.

Blood Serpent Douluo glared angrily at Le Zheng'en, who was suspended in mid-air, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "It's you! Angel Douluo!"

His voice became sharp and shrill with anger, filled with hatred.

However, before Le Zheng'en could respond, he said with a look of panic, "No! This is absolutely impossible! You and your soldiers should be in Qingling City dealing with the epidemic right now, how could you be here?"

Le Zheng'en sneered disdainfully, his voice echoing like a bell through the mountains and forests: "Taking advantage of the enemy's unpreparedness to attack their logistics and supplies! You dare to show off this old trick from tens of thousands of years ago in front of me? Do you think I've been a Federation General for decades for nothing?!"

His eyes were filled with disdain for Blood Serpent Douluo, as if he were looking at a childish, clown-like figure.

"Besides," Le Zheng'en continued, his eyes piercing, "do you really think I'd be foolish enough to make such important information about supplies public?"

That was just something I deliberately told you to listen to the spies I'd planted in the camp, and you actually fell for it!

As for those supplies, they have already safely arrived in Qingling City via another secret route! After saying that, he waved his hand.

Suddenly, the doors of the soul-guided transport vehicles, which originally appeared to be full of supplies, opened one after another.

What poured out of the vehicles were not precious supplies, but elite soldiers of the Southern Federal Army Corps, dressed in neat uniforms with cold, stern eyes.

They dispersed quickly and orderly, like a well-trained pack of wolves, surrounding the Blood Plague Cult members.

The soul-guided weapons in the soldiers' hands gleamed with a cold light, exuding a chilling aura of killing intent, proclaiming that the outcome of this battle was already predetermined.

Le Zheng'en looked down at the Blood Plague Cult members who were surrounded. The wings on his back trembled slightly, radiating a holy light, and a powerful pressure swept out like an invisible wave.

His voice was calm and authoritative: "Surrender immediately, or I will have to take action myself! If you surrender obediently, you might be spared; otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

His words echoed in the air, each one like a heavy hammer blow to the hearts of the Blood Plague Cult members. Blood Serpent Douluo's face grew even more gloomy, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

My heart was struggling with anger, fear, and resentment.

He knew that his carefully planned conspiracy had failed, and that even if he surrendered, he would probably not survive. He was now facing a desperate situation.

Those Blood Plague Cult members who miraculously survived were already terrified out of their wits.

Their eyes were filled with fear and confusion. Surrounded by federal soldiers, they trembled like lambs to the slaughter, completely at a loss.

Some people's legs gave way and they collapsed to the ground; some even began to sob, begging for forgiveness.

Blood Vengeance Douluo exchanged a glance with Blood Serpent Douluo, both of them understanding their own predicament.

Rather than surrendering, being imprisoned, and dying in humiliation, it's better to take a gamble.

Both of them are Super Douluo, and with their three-word battle armor, they might not be without a chance of winning against a Limit Douluo.

A fierce glint flashed in Blood Serpent Douluo's eyes. He stomped his foot, and his soul power surged wildly like a raging tide.

In an instant, his surroundings flashed with light, and pieces of pitch-black metal plates engraved with mysterious runes roared in from the void, assembling in the blink of an eye into a set of three-word battle armor exuding a sinister aura.

This battle armor is like a lurking ferocious beast, with every pattern resembling bloodthirsty fangs.

Blood Serpent Douluo wore a ferocious snake-shaped helmet, and his eyes flashed with a ghostly green light, like burning will-o'-the-wisps, exuding endless evil.

At almost the same moment, Blood Vengeance Douluo's body also shone brightly, and his three-word battle armor also exuded an even stronger aura.

The two men exchanged a glance and roared in unison, like two vicious pythons emerging from their caves, brimming with overwhelming ferocity, as they pounced on Le Zheng'en, who was suspended in the sky.

Leh Jung-eun stood in the air, his holy wings of light trembling slightly, like a god looking down on ants.

Seeing the two men charging towards him menacingly, he slightly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a contemptuous smile, his voice cold and disdainful: "Heh, I knew that wasting my energy talking to you evil soul masters with your wicked thoughts was a complete waste of energy."

After saying that, he didn't even summon his four-word battle armor. He simply flapped his wings and rushed towards the two of them like a dazzling meteor.

In an instant, the sky seemed to be stirred up by an invisible giant hand.

Le Zhengen clashed with Blood Serpent and Blood Vengeance Douluo. Each contact produced a deafening roar, violently shaking the air and creating visible ripples that spread outwards.

The powerful soul energy fluctuations swept through everything around like a raging storm. The wind howled, trees were uprooted, and boulders were shattered.

The three of them moved through the sky like ghosts, their figures flickering unpredictably.

Le Zheng'en was agile, each attack was as fast as lightning and powerful, each strike containing boundless majesty.

Meanwhile, Blood Serpent and Blood Vengeance Douluo cooperated perfectly, one flanking from the left and the other attacking from the right, their moves ruthless, attempting to break through Le Zheng'en's defenses.

However, after dozens of rounds of fighting, the situation gradually became clear.

Le Zheng'en's fluid attacks kept Blood Serpent and Blood Vengeance Douluo busy. Each of his counterattacks struck their vital points precisely, causing cracks to gradually appear in their three-word battle armor and their soul power fluctuations to become chaotic.

Clearly, Le Jong-un has the upper hand.

Upon seeing this, Blood Vengeance Douluo's eyes flashed with panic, but it was quickly replaced by madness.

He knew that if he didn't use all his strength, he would surely perish here today. He roared to the sky, and his soul power instantly rose to its limit, with streaks of purple-black soul rings flashing behind him.

Immediately afterward, he raised his skull staff high with both hands, chanting incantations, and a powerful and evil aura erupted from his body. "Martial Soul True Form!"

With a roar, a massive black light shot into the sky, and a gigantic skull, exuding endless resentment, appeared in the air. This skull was tens of meters tall, with eerie green flames burning in the hollow of its skull, as if a demon from hell was staring down at the world.

It opened its blood-red maw and let out a roar that shattered the heavens. Immediately, a fierce wind arose in the sky, and countless small skulls formed from resentment fell from the sky like raindrops, converging into a terrifying skull storm that swept towards Le Zheng'en.

Not to be outdone, Blood Serpent Douluo shouted, "Martial Soul True Body!" In an instant, a giant blood-red serpent tens of meters long appeared out of thin air.

This giant serpent was entirely blood red, its scales shimmering with an eerie light, each scale covered with mysterious runes, as if containing endless evil power.

Its eyes burned like flames, radiating a bloodthirsty desire. Blood Serpent Douluo rode atop the giant serpent's head, his hands forming hand seals, silently chanting incantations.

A purplish-black poisonous mist spewed from the giant serpent's mouth, spreading out like thick smoke, intertwining with the Blood Vengeance Douluo's skull storm, forming a terrifying death zone.

Wherever the poisonous fog passed, trees withered instantly, the land turned pitch black, and it emitted a pungent odor.

Despite the terrifying scene that resembled the end of the world, Le Zheng'en remained calm, as if it were nothing out of the ordinary to him.

He crossed his arms, a slight smirk playing on his lips, and said disdainfully, "It's always skeletons or vengeful spirits. Don't you evil spirit masters have anything new to offer? You always resort to these low-class tricks."

As he spoke, the spirit rings on his body shone brightly, with the fourth and fifth spirit rings lighting up simultaneously, their dazzling light so intense that it was impossible for people to open their eyes.

"Fourth Soul Skill! Angel's Descent!" With Le Zheng'en's roar, a huge phantom of an angel appeared in mid-air. This angel was a hundred meters tall, its holy radiance illuminating the entire dark sky, and its six wings on its back were pure white, each feather shimmering with sacred runes.

In its hand it held a long sword that shone with golden light, its blade engraved with mysterious patterns, as if it were forged from the purest power in the world.

"Fifth Soul Skill! Wrath of the Angel!" Le Zheng'en roared again.

In an instant, the angelic phantom shone brightly, and a terrifying divine energy erupted like a volcanic eruption, forming a huge energy ball.

The energy sphere radiated a dazzling light, like a second sun. Its holy light pierced through the encirclement of the skull storm and poisonous fog like a sharp sword, sweeping towards Blood Vengeance Douluo and Blood Serpent Douluo.

Blood Vengeance Douluo felt the powerful energy rushing towards him, and a sense of despair welled up in his heart. He wanted to dodge, but found that his body seemed to be bound by an invisible divine power, and he could not move an inch.

The holy light instantly engulfed him, and he let out a shrill scream. His body quickly turned to ashes in the light, leaving only a wisp of black smoke dissipating into the air.

Just as the holy light was about to strike Blood Serpent Douluo, Le Zheng'en flashed and instantly appeared beside Blood Serpent Douluo.

His eyes shone with golden light, and a powerful mental wave surged into Blood Serpent Douluo's mind like a tidal wave.

Blood Serpent Douluo felt as if his head had been struck by a heavy hammer, and the intense pain caused him to let out a painful roar.

His mental world collapsed instantly, like a dilapidated house ravaged by a storm, cracks spreading across his consciousness. He lost control of his body and plummeted from the sky like a kite with a broken string.

Le Zheng'en reached out and grabbed the unconscious Blood Serpent Douluo firmly in his hand.

Le Zheng'en looked at the Blood Serpent Douluo in his hand without a trace of pity in his eyes. He muttered to himself, "If I didn't need to use the antibody serum from your body to develop the antidote, I could have wiped you out in three moves."

Then, turning to the soldiers on the ground, he said, "You continue to escort these evil spirit masters back to camp. I will go ahead to Qingling City."

With that, he gently flapped his wings, carrying the Blood Serpent Douluo as he sped towards the Federation camp in Qingling City.