Douluo Continent: The Butterfly, Starting from the Authority of Death

The butterfly's scythe-wielding movements were not swift, but rather carried an almost divine elegance.

Life and death are intertwined.

Power erupted from the blade, and a purple, galaxy-like light blade shot into the sky.

It wasn't just simple energy; it seemed to be a purple hue that emerged after the balance of life and death was achieved.

Beneath the butterfly's feet, a sea of ​​purple flowers slowly bloomed, and where the blade's light passed, tranquility seemed to exist in a different dimension from this space.

The purple blade of light collided head-on with the falling fireball, without a deafening explosion or a thunderous roar that seemed to tear the heavens and earth apart.

Contrary to Yan Shaozhe's expectations, the flames did not break through the faint purple light and fall directly down.

Instead, a purple light appeared where the fireball was, as if a crack had been drawn on it with a pen.

The energy of the flames flowed into the crack, which began to grow, eventually splitting the entire fireball in two.

Upon seeing this, Yan Shaozhe's pupils dilated.

He could clearly feel that his ninth soul skill was weakening and its power was being drained.

Crimson flames surged wildly, attempting to engulf the purple galaxy.

Strangely, the purple light seemed to have a life of its own, turning back to devour the flames and becoming even more intense.

The flames were gradually drawn into the purple light.

Scorching heat, destruction, explosion—never occurred.

All power was forcibly absorbed by the torrent of death and life.

"All energy has the attribute of life, and so do flames and light." Xia Die glanced at the Grim Reaper's Scythe in her hand.

The power condensed from the Blade of Life and his own power of death, plus the soul power absorbed by the domain from the three titled Douluo who were fighting.

This attack was even stronger than the one from the Star Dou Great Forest.

"No, that's impossible!"

Yan Shaozhe also realized that his power had become a tool for the opponent's skills.

His eyes were wide open, and he was panting heavily.

This must be a joke!

I'm a level 95 Title Douluo!

What's on the other side?

He's just a born evil spirit master.

My own flames possess the attribute of light, and with the right timing, location, and people all in place, the clear advantage should be mine.

Why would my own strength be at a disadvantage? That doesn't make sense!

"Is the Ultimate Death attribute really that much stronger than other Ultimate attributes?"

Sweat beaded on Yan Shaozhe's forehead, and the storm raging in his mind continued unabated.

He had considered that Wang Xian'er would block his attack, and even that Wang Xian'er would annihilate his ninth soul skill.

But what he saw before him completely shattered his worldview.

"Snap—" The crisp, clear sound once again drew everyone's attention.

The sky shattered like glass, and Yan Shaozhe's ninth soul skill suddenly collapsed.

A massive purple spatial rift stretched from the sky to the ground.

"Singing—"

A resounding dragon roar echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

"What...what is that?" Yan Shaozhe swallowed hard, his voice trembling.

Xian Lin'er shielded Yan Shaozhe behind her, and nine souls—two yellow, two purple, and five black—surrounded her, releasing the soul power of a level 94 Title Douluo.

In the sky, as if someone had torn open a wall, revealing a dragon-like creature with silver-purple wings.

The face was too blurry to see clearly, but the outline could be vaguely made out of the purple mist.

But the moment their eyes met, he saw those deep, dark eyes through the mist.

Xianlin'er's body trembled involuntarily; it was a fear of death that gripped her.

Xianlin'er and Yan Shaozhe felt immense pressure when facing Polyces.

Wang Xian'er stood up unsteadily, looked up at the sky, and even though it was the second time she had seen it, she was still deeply shocked.

Even when the aura from that direction spread over, the corrosive effect of the death energy on me didn't seem to be that severe.

It's not that the erosion has stopped, but rather that it's not as active as before; it's as if it has quieted down.

"What a pity."

The butterfly gently shook its head.

Three Title Douluos clashed. She absorbed their soul power through her domain, combined with the full-force attack that Yan Shaozhe had unleashed at level 96.

She still couldn't fully reveal the Sea of ​​Death Flowers, only slightly better than Di Tian's time, at most allowing people to vaguely see Polyces's appearance.

"Blurring the line between the living and the dead is not good for the people of Xingluo City, and this cannot last too long."

Xia Die isn't some great villain. She hasn't fallen to that level yet, unlike those internet memes about sacrificing millions of people to build a foundation.

A person's bottom line is something that can be numerous but cannot be absent.

Xia Die shook her head, clearing her mind of the jumbled thoughts.

Soul Masters are powerful, and the spread of death element is not a problem for a short time, but it's a different story for ordinary people.

This isn't like Douluo Continent 1 anymore; the Spirit Hall is going door-to-door awakening spirits.

Even in Star Luo City, there are still many ordinary people who haven't even awakened their Martial Soul.

"Your Excellency, let's prepare to leave!" Xia Die turned to look at Wang Xian'er.

"This..." Wang Xian'er looked at the sky, then at Xia Die, and hesitated to speak.

"Your Majesty, please rest assured," Xia Die smiled slightly, "I'm not that heartless."

The butterfly scythe swung again, as if dancing gracefully.

"Tear".

Purple spatial rifts slowly formed.

Just as Wang Xian'er and Xia Die were about to step into the spatial rift, Yan Shaozhe noticed this scene, and his eyes turned bloodshot.

"Evil Soul Master, don't run!"

"Seventh Soul Skill - Martial Soul True Body".

With his martial spirit empowered, Yan Shaozhe condensed his soul power into a true martial spirit form and swooped down, his target being Xia Die and Wang Xian'er.

"Your Excellency is truly stubborn and incorrigible." Xia Die did not stop, glancing at the sky.

After Wang Xian'er entered the spatial rift, Xia Die also stepped in.

At the same time, the dragon's claws, which blot out the sky, stretched out from the huge spatial rift.

The flow of death power completely extinguished Yan Shaozhe's light-attribute soul power.

Yan Shaozhe spat out a mouthful of blood: "Impossible! I'm a Soul Master with the Light attribute!"

Watching the dragon claw descend, it felt like a small boat capsizing on a vast ocean.

Yan Shaozhe was filled with despair.

"Shao Zhe!"

Martial God Douluo Xian Lin'er transformed into a green streak of light, shielding Yan Shaozhe behind her.

She conjured a long spear in her hand and thrust it fiercely towards the claws.

However, the attack that landed on the dragon's claws did not cause the slightest ripple.

"Seventh Soul Skill - Martial Soul True Body"

Xian Lin'er roared and activated her Martial Soul True Body to stand firmly in front of her.

The dragon claw, imbued with the aura of silent death, slammed down fiercely.

"puff--"

Yan Shaozhe and Xian Lin'er coughed up blood.

The two figures were like kites torn apart by a gale, thrown backward by the impact and crashing heavily to the ground.

Gravel and soil were thrown into the air, and the huge impact caused the ground within a radius of more than ten meters to tremble.

The dragon claw that fell from the sky slowly faded after striking the two people, turning into specks of light and dissipating.

Even the sea of ​​flowers that had been forcibly torn open the space was slowly closing.

As if nothing had happened, Xingluo City enjoyed another peaceful day.

But the ground was a mess, with scratches torn by sharp dragon claws, and two Shrek titled Douluos in the distance whose fate was unknown.

This all indicates that a major battle took place here, a one-sided and overwhelming victory.

"Your Majesty," Cheng Gang, the Mighty Douluo, cried, his lips pale and his voice trembling.

"What was that just now?" Cheng Gang asked the question that everyone wanted to know.

All eyes turned to Xu Jiawei; the stronger one was, the more one felt their own insignificance.