Douluo: The Martial Soul Asura Armor, a Good Spirit Turning Evil

"A spell and a key are needed." The point of light at Electrox's fingertip drifted toward Duanmu Yan, transforming into an obscure syllable and a phantom gray rune, imprinting itself deep within his consciousness.

"Use your mental power to activate it, and you will be able to open the gate to the demiplane. The size and location of the gate are under your control, but remember, it is not a physical entity."

He paused, his tone carrying a hint of caution: "Everything inside is made of pure energy. Although it is not as stable as the main plane, it has its own rules of operation."

"If you get injured or overexert yourself inside, some of your energy will be absorbed by the other plane. It's a one-way passage."

"That sounds very unfair." Duanmu Yan received the information, his gaze unwavering. "So, can we go in now?"

"Sure. But for the first time, I suggest you only do brief exploration and adaptive combat. Don't go too deep, and don't stray too far from the entrance."

"I'll maintain the passage; if anything goes wrong, retreat immediately." Electrox's figure solidified slightly, his hands beginning to trace intricate gray lines. "Ready?"

Duanmu Yan's consciousness nodded, while his physical body outside the body adjusted its breathing, and his soul power flowed slowly.

"In the name of the Lord of the Dead, open the gap between life and death."

P.S.: I couldn't find any scenes in the original work where incantations were recited, but I remembered that incantations were required, so I wrote one myself. Please forgive me!

Electrolux sang in a low voice.

The space in front of Duanmu Yan's bed suddenly distorted, as if the air was being torn apart by an invisible hand, and a pitch-black door with gray-white mist flowing around its edges appeared out of thin air.

The door is three meters high and over ten meters wide. Inside, there is a deep, swirling darkness that exudes a cold, deathly stillness, yet also contains a strange aura of immense vitality.

Duanmu Yan opened his eyes, stood up, and without any hesitation, stepped into the dark doorway.

The instantaneous feeling of weightlessness and spatial displacement was more intense than using any teleportation soul skill.

The next moment, their feet touched solid ground.

The first thing you notice is the light.

The light here does not come from the sun or moon; the sky hangs low, with a strange sphere emitting a dark purple halo providing barely any illumination.

The air was filled with a faint smell of humus and dust, but it was not dirty; on the contrary, it had a strange sense of "cleanliness".

He looked around.

Beneath my feet was a gray-black, hard, and cold earth, mixed with fine bone fragments.

The terrain is undulating, with low hills visible in the distance and the indistinct outlines of mountains further away.

As far as the eye could see, there was no greenery, no vegetation, no sound of flowing water, only a desolate wasteland, and... the remains and traces of undead creatures scattered across the land.

The scale far exceeded his expectations.

Although one can sense that this space has boundaries, and beyond those boundaries lies nothingness, the vastness of the world before one's eyes cannot be simply described by a "demiplane".

The hills stretched to the horizon, and the sky, though strange, was high and distant; this was a continent that was entirely its own.

In the distance, the faint sounds of bones grinding together and deep roars could be heard, revealing the "vitality" surging beneath this desolate continent.

In the short time he was observing, the "thing" nearby had already spotted him.

The piles of scattered white bones on the ground began to tremble and coalesce. Accompanied by the lighting of several "ghost fires," three gray-white skeletons with crooked skeletons and holding simple bone knives stood up.

They quickly locked onto Duanmu Yan, the intruder, and without the slightest hesitation, charged forward wielding their bone knives.

Further away, a slumped, withered undead creature slowly rose from the ground, emitting hoarse guttural sounds. It moved more slowly, but the sense of oppression was even stronger.

Duanmu Yan's eyes narrowed, and he made a fist with his right hand, summoning the Asura Armor.

"Asura Armor, combine!"

With a crisp shout, the King Armor Asura appeared in this world.

Duanmu did not use his soul skill, but simply pushed off with his feet, and his figure shot out like an arrow, taking the initiative to meet the three skeletons.

His spirit rings flickered beneath his feet as he summoned the Asura Purgatory Blade.

The blade flashed, not in a fancy arc, but in the simplest and most direct vertical slash, horizontal cut, or diagonal sweep.

Click! Click! Click!

The three crisp sounds almost came in quick succession, and the three gray-white skeletons fell apart, their skeletons scattered all over the ground, completely lifeless.

At the moment of the kill, Duanmu Yan keenly sensed a trace of extremely cool and pure energy flowing into his body through the blade, which was quietly absorbed and transformed by his martial spirit.

Although faint, it does exist, and it is purer and closer to the essence of death and sin that his martial soul "judges".

"It really worked." He was certain.

At this moment, the undead creature pounced close, its withered, blackened claws swishing out a foul stench.

Duanmu Yan dodged to the side, then with a backhand slash, the blade easily sliced ​​into the undead creature's tough bones, severing several ribs.

The undead creature paused for a moment, but did not fall. Instead, it turned around and pounced again with even greater ferocity.

"The weakness is in the head, or you need to completely destroy its core operations," Electrolux warned.

Duanmu Yan no longer held back. With a teleportation technique, the speed of his blade suddenly increased, transforming into a blurry net of light that enveloped the undead creatures.

Chi Chi Chi.

Several knife marks appeared almost simultaneously on the zombie's neck and joints, with the final blade grazing precisely across its withered head.

The undead creature froze, then collapsed to the ground with a thud, remaining completely still.

Another, slightly stronger wave of death energy flowed in.

Having dealt with the first wave of enemies, Duanmu Yan stood holding his sword, slightly out of breath.

This is not due to exhaustion, but rather to adapting to the environment and the pace of combat here.

The aura of the dead permeating the air was somewhat repulsive to his human body, but his martial spirit actively absorbed and harmonized it.

He looked into the distance.

On the wasteland, more flames of souls ignited in the darkness, flickering and indistinct.

There were skeletons, staggering figures, and even in the distance, behind the hills, a tall shadow seemed to flash by, riding a skeletal warhorse and wielding a bone spear.

Duanmu Yan licked his dry lips, his eyes showing no fear but instead burning with a fierce fighting spirit.

There are no bystanders, no rules, no debate about right or wrong, only the most primal struggle of strength, weakness, life, and death.

And that's exactly what he needs right now.

"Electra, how long can I stay here?"

"With your current soul power and mental strength, plus the energy feedback from the half-dimensional opponent, you should be able to fight for two hours straight without any problem."

"But remember, don't exhaust yourself. The demiplane will absorb your spilled energy to maintain itself, but if you are weak, it may turn around and affect you."

Electrolux's voice carried a hint of approval, "It seems this place suits you well."

Duanmu Yan gripped the Asura Purgatory Blade tightly, his sharp gaze sweeping over the gradually gathering undead creatures.

"Then let me kill to my heart's content!"

His figure flashed out again, charging headlong into the wave of death.

The blade flashed, tracing chilling arcs against the dark purple sky.

In this vast demiplane ruled by the undead, a silent and cruel training that belonged only to him officially began.