Douluo Continent: Little Huo Niang Taken Away by Di Tian

Chapter 316 The Battle of the Demon Forest (Part 2)

"The Light of Evil!!"

From the Evil Emperor's single eye, a purple beam several meters in diameter shot out!

That was no ordinary beam of light, but a destructive light compressed from the ultimate mental power, causing the space along its path to twist and crack!

The elder desperately tried to maintain his defenses, but the beam of light pierced through all his soul skills, all his shields, and all his trump cards, like a hot knife cutting through butter.

The beam of light passed through the elder's chest.

The elder looked down at the bowl-sized hole in his chest. No blood was flowing from it, because even the blood had been instantly evaporated by his spiritual power. He wanted to say something, but his soul had already begun to dissipate.

The Evil Emperor's tentacles coiled, grasping the Grand Elder's not-yet-completely-dissipated soul in his "hand." He moved closer to the wisp of soul, opening his mouth...

"Click."

I took a bite out of it.

He casually tossed the other half to the evil-eyed tyrants nearby.

After chewing a couple of times, the Evil Emperor's expressionless face seemed to "wrinkle" slightly, and a hint of disdain flashed in his single eye:

"The taste is bad...it's too old."

Above the headquarters, only the sound of the Evil Emperor's enormous single eye slowly turning could be heard.

The remaining two retainers were already ashen-faced and too exhausted to even run away.

The Evil Emperor looked down at them, a cruel glint of interest flashing in his single eye. "Next."

The Evil Emperor's tentacles shot out like lightning, precisely piercing through the bodies of the two men.

With his strength, dealing with two titled Douluo-level elders was like a tiger pouncing on a lamb—a foregone conclusion, without any suspense or turbulence.

Then, he did something that terrified all the evil spirit masters who were still fighting.

The Evil Emperor extracted the two wisps of soul from the corpse and tore them into several pieces with his tentacles as if they were paper.

"Here you are."

With a casual flick of his wrist, fragments of his soul rained down upon the Evil Eye Tyrant clan below.

In that instant, the entire Demon Forest seemed to transform into a bizarre "feast".

The evil-eyed tyrants tilted their heads back, their red eyeballs of varying sizes flashing with frenzied excitement.

To them, the souls of evil spirit masters, especially those corrupted by darkness and filled with resentment and malice, are simply the finest delicacies!

Every bite increases one's cultivation level, and every strand strengthens one's mental power.

"Dinner's ready!!"

It was unclear which evil eye tyrant emitted such a mental fluctuation, but immediately afterward, countless red figures in the entire forest rushed towards those soul fragments.

Tearing, devouring, chewing, the soul is crushed, digested, and transformed into pure spiritual power, merging into the body of every evil-eyed tyrant.

Thanks to nature for its gifts.

The Evil Emperor hovered high in the sky, his enormous single eye slightly narrowed as he watched the "lively" feeding scene of the tribes below, but his mind drifted to a faraway place.

His conversation with Di Tian.

"Evil Emperor, with your current cultivation level, can you survive the Heavenly Tribulation of eight hundred thousand years?"

The Evil Emperor remained silent for a long time.

He had lived for over 700,000 years, getting closer and closer to that insurmountable barrier, but he knew in his heart that he couldn't cross it.

"No," the Evil Emperor answered truthfully.

"But I will definitely help the soul beasts become gods. At the latest, in ten thousand years. You—you must hold them off."

The Evil Emperor stared at Di Tian with his single eye for a long time before slowly speaking:

"Di Tian, ​​if you succeed... then from this day forward, the Evil Eye Tyrant clan and the entire Demon Forest will be loyal to you."

"I will."

Memories fade away.

The Evil Emperor withdrew his gaze, and his single eye turned to Xian Lin'er, who was still locked in battle with Crow Douluo Wuyun in the distance.

Xian Lin'er had already shattered several of the dark clouds' defenses, but Crow Douluo's movements were unpredictable and cunning, and for a time it was impossible to determine the winner.

The Evil Emperor tilted his head slightly, and his tentacles silently reached out—

The dark cloud was focused on dodging Xian Lin'er's attacks, completely unaware that the space above its head had already distorted.

"Pfft—"

A thick red tentacle suddenly shot out from the void, piercing directly through the heart and filth of the Raven Douluo!

Wuyun's eyes widened suddenly as he looked down at the tentacle emerging from his chest, his face filled with disbelief.

"Xian Lin'er!" The Evil Emperor's voice rang directly in her mind, "It's resolved."

Xian Lin'er was stunned for a moment, then reacted and slammed her spear down with ferocious force—

"boom!!"

The Crow Douluo's body was smashed into a pile of minced meat.

Meanwhile, the Evil Emperor's other tentacles had already encircled the remnant soul of the Dark Cloud, tearing it apart like wringing out a towel with a "rip," and then casually tossing it down to the tribe below.

Another extra meal.

The Evil Emperor retracted his tentacles, and his single eye slowly rotated, scanning the entire battlefield of the Demon Forest.

It's time to wrap this up.

If you were to ask where evil spirit masters died the cleanest and most thoroughly, the answer would undoubtedly be the Demon Forest.

Here, "death" is not even considered a punishment.

Because their physical bodies were blasted to pieces by the soul-guided cannon fire, and their souls were chewed up, devoured, and digested by the Evil Eye Tyrant clan, leaving not even a trace for hell.

A true annihilation of both body and soul.

The evil-eyed tyrants feasted on an unprecedented banquet.

Those evil spirit masters' souls, filled with resentment, malice, and darkness, are like a great tonic to them.

Countless members of the race broke through their bottlenecks through this: small evil eyes evolved into medium-sized ones, medium-sized ones expanded into large ones, and even a few exceptionally gifted cubs awakened a mental pressure approaching a thousand years after devouring the souls of those who were offered as offerings.

The entire Evil Eye Tyrant clan experienced a leap in strength.

The Evil Emperor hovered above the headquarters, sensing the evolutionary fluctuations rising and falling among his race, and his huge single eye narrowed slightly.

Even after many years, whenever those Soul Masters who participated in the Battle of the Demon Forest recall that battle, a chill still runs deep in their hearts.

They had seen blood, mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and severed limbs flying everywhere on the battlefield.

But in the Demon Forest, the bodies of the evil soul masters were shattered by soul-guided cannon fire, which should have been the end.

But what happened next made every Soul Master who witnessed it feel a tightness in their throat and a spasm in their stomach—

Those red, evil-eyed tyrants, with their heads tilted back, their eyes gleaming with greedy excitement, looked like wild beasts waiting to be fed.

Then, the fragments of souls were scattered down, and the red figures swarmed forward, their tentacles binding, their mental energy tearing, chewing...

"Those evil spirit masters... died too easily."

This is a common feeling among almost all the participating Soul Masters.

The demons of the Holy Spirit Cult harmed countless innocent people during their lives, using living people to refine souls and feeding vengeful spirits with infants; their crimes are too numerous to count.

Their fate was to be pierced by a bullet, torn apart by tentacles, blasted into dust by a soul-guided cannon, and then their souls were eaten up like snacks.

There is no judgment, no repentance, and no afterlife.

Even hell refused to accept them.