Douluo Continent: Little Huo Niang Taken Away by Di Tian

Mu En and Huo Yutong disappeared into the black and white halo, and the undead demiplane returned to deathly silence.

Zhongliwu finally stopped struggling.

He was like a fish nailed to a chopping board, giving up his last struggle, leaving only a pair of resentful eyes staring intently into the void.

But he soon realized that giving up was the most foolish decision.

Not long after, the black and white halo reappeared in that dark void.

The buzzing sound was particularly jarring in the deathly silent space.

The halo rotated and expanded, and two figures stepped out from it: Huo Yutong and the Evil Emperor in human form.

"Master Zhongli—" the Evil Emperor drawled, his tone filled with undisguised sarcasm, "How come you've gotten so...tired after just a few days?"

"The Evil Emperor!!"

Zhongli Wu's soul suddenly exploded, his venomous eyes almost spitting fire. He writhed wildly, roaring at the Evil Emperor:

"You beast, you deserve to be torn to pieces! You bastard! XX..."

"Noisy."

Electrolux uttered two words calmly.

He frowned slightly, and with a gentle lift of his staff, the runes wrapped around Zhongli Wu's soul suddenly surged, more intensely than ever before.

The gray-gold patterns, like red-hot iron chains, tightened instantly, fiercely scorching Zhongli Wu's soul essence.

"Aaaaaahh ...

Zhongliwu's screams echoed throughout the undead demiplane, ten times more mournful than before.

The Evil Emperor clapped his hands in satisfaction and looked at Electrox with a smile: "Senior, your methods are truly... astounding."

Then he turned his head, his gaze falling on Zhongli Wu, a chilling excitement flashing in his blood-red, evil eyes:

"Senior Electrolux, may I have Zhongli Wu's soul?"

Electrolux glanced at him sideways.

"Perfect—" the Evil Emperor drawled, "His wife's soul is also in my hands."

"Perfect for reuniting the couple." The Evil Emperor smiled like a child who had received a new toy. "Don't worry, I'll 'clean them up'."

Electrolux remained silent for a moment.

"it is good."

He nodded and waved his staff.

The gray-gold runes suddenly contracted, "pulling" Zhongli Wu's soul out of the void, compressing and solidifying it, and finally transforming it into a dark red ball of light that hovered above the Evil Emperor's palm.

The Evil Emperor grabbed it, his five fingers slowly closing, the ball of light held in his palm like a struggling firefly.

"Thank you, senior."

Electrolux nodded slightly, saying nothing more. His illusory image gradually faded, returning to Huo Yutong's spiritual sea.

The black and white halo rotated again.

Huo Yutong and the Evil Emperor disappeared into the crowd.

The undead demiplane has returned to darkness.

The Demon Forest, Core Area.

At this moment, on the open ground in the center of the core area, countless Evil Eye Tyrants of all sizes were gathered.

From colossal evil eyes several meters in diameter to cubs no bigger than a fist, layer upon layer, densely packed, hundreds of eyeballs all facing the same direction, their pupils flashing with the same light:

hunger.

look forward to.

excited.

"Let us—"

The Evil Emperor revealed his true form.

"Welcome—Zhongliwu, leader of the Holy Spirit Cult."

The Evil Emperor's voice echoed in the mental field, resounding directly in the minds of all the Evil Eye Tyrants.

"And—Vice Leader, Feng Ling."

The two souls were "lifted" out by the Evil Emperor's tentacles, like two chickens waiting to be slaughtered.

When Zhongli Wu's soul saw this scene, it still trembled instinctively.

Hundreds of eyes and thousands of gazes were focused on him.

The feeling of being stared at as "food" is more devastating than any form of torture.

Feng Ling's soul floated beside him, even weaker. The light of her soul was so dim it was almost transparent.

"Master Zhongli—" The Evil Emperor's voice suddenly became incredibly gentle, almost tender, but beneath that gentleness lay a chilling malice. "Do you know? In the battle of the Demon Forest, our Evil Eye Tyrant clan devoured the souls of many of your Holy Spirit Cult's followers."

A tentacle slowly rose, its tip gently touching Zhongli Wu's soul, as if teasing an insect:

"That was...delicious."

Zhongli Wu's soul fluctuated violently.

"so--"

The Evil Emperor's voice suddenly became even gentler. That gentleness, if Zhongli Wu were still alive, would surely give him goosebumps.

"Little baby, come here."

A young Evil Eye Tyrant, the size of an adult's palm, floated over from the rear of the pack. She drifted to the Evil Emperor and climbed onto his enormous tentacle.

The Evil Emperor carefully lifted her up with his tentacles and held her in mid-air.

On that tiny red eyeball, there was a pink bow tied. And on the bow, there was a small flower embroidered.

"Tell the ancestor—" The Evil Emperor's tone was so gentle it could melt your heart, like he was coaxing a three-year-old child, "Do you want to eat something delicious? The ancestor will tear off a small piece for you."

The little evil-eyed tyrant's large eyeballs rolled around before finally settling on Zhongli Wu's soul.

"I want it!" A sweet, childlike voice exploded in the Evil Emperor's mind. The voice, though innocent and childlike, nearly shattered Zhongli Wu's soul. "The best from our ancestor!"

"Okay."

The Evil Emperor readily extended a tentacle and precisely tore a finger from Zhongli Wu's soul.

The Evil Emperor held that small clump of dark red light at the tip of his tentacle and handed it to the Little Evil Eye Tyrant.

The little guy's tentacles eagerly wrapped around it, like eating a lollipop, sending the fragment of the soul deep into its mouth.

"Ugh—!"

Zhongli Wu's soul let out a silent scream. The pain of his soul being torn apart was a hundred times more intense than the physical pain, and what was even more terrifying was that he knew clearly that this was only the beginning.

"Is it delicious?" the Evil Emperor asked with a smile.

The little evil-eyed tyrant blinked contentedly, its bow swaying as it said, "Delicious! More!"

"Okay, okay, there's more—"

The Evil Emperor's tentacles stretched out once more.

This time, it wasn't just one finger.

It is a small piece of palm.

Then comes the ankle.

Then come the calves.

And then...

Zhongliwu's soul was torn apart piece by piece, flying in all directions.

Each fragment was caught, swallowed, and digested by an evil-eyed tyrant.

Those crimson eyes emitted satisfied mental fluctuations, like a group of diners enjoying a feast.

Feng Ling's soul was not spared either. The Evil Emperor showed her no mercy; in fact, he was even more ruthless towards her.

Her soul was preferentially allocated to the giant evil eyes in the clan who had cultivated for over 100,000 years, and they chewed up her essence bit by bit.

"Aaaaaah—!!!"

Zhongliwu finally broke down.

His soul was broken and incomplete, like a tattered rag riddled with holes.

He could no longer bear it. The pain of being torn apart inch by inch, chewed up by countless mouths, and watching himself disappear was a thousand times more terrifying than death.

"...Give me a quick death..." His voice was hoarse and broken, filled with unprecedented humility and despair. "Please...Evil Emperor...give me a quick death..."

The Evil Emperor narrowed his single eye slightly.

"That's not enough?"

His voice carried a hint of mockery:

"Zhongli Wu—your Holy Spirit Cult's methods of torturing people are far more ruthless than this, aren't they? Refining the souls of living people, extracting bones and sucking marrow, tearing the souls of infants to feed vengeful spirits—when those people begged you for mercy, did you ever grant them?"

Zhongli Wu's soul trembled violently, yet he could not utter a single word.

"Double standards." The Evil Emperor uttered two words, his tone as calm as if stating a fact.

Then he said no more and waved his hand.

The last few fragments of Zhongliwu's soul were torn off and flew precisely towards the several cubs waiting in line.

The little evil-eyed tyrants cheered as they caught the "delicious food," their tentacles waving back and forth in mid-air.

I don't know how much time passed.

Peace has returned to the core area of ​​the Demon Forest.