Douluo Continent: I got the Sharingan at the start!

They wore helmets of various shapes, with golden flames of their souls flickering faintly inside, as if they were symbols of their lives.

The warhorses beneath him were nothing but bare bones, yet they were enormous, each exuding a chilling aura of power.

They tread upon pale golden flames, like messengers from hell.

Only three knights appeared, but the powerful aura emanating from them far surpassed that of the lower-level undead creatures that had appeared earlier.

This aura was as heavy as a mountain and as vast as the sea, making it almost impossible for Ye Guyi to breathe.

After the three death knights appeared, they did not immediately launch an attack. Instead, they dispersed and occupied three different positions, as if setting up some kind of formation.

The low-level undead creatures that had appeared earlier seemed to have found their leader and flocked to the three death knights. Under their command, the previously chaotic undead army quickly became orderly and their attacks became even more fierce.

Ye Guyi felt the pressure increase sharply, and the originally easy battle instantly became extremely difficult.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her hand holding the angel's holy sword trembled slightly.

As the owner of the Holy Angel Martial Soul, Ye Guyi has a deep understanding of various evil Martial Souls, and she recognized the origin of these undead creatures at a glance.

"Death Knights! They're actually Death Knights!" Ye Guyi exclaimed inwardly. These terrifying beings, who were born with the strength of Soul Emperors, had appeared three of them at once!

If there were only one Death Knight, Ye Guyi was confident that she could defeat him with the purifying power of the Holy Angel Martial Soul.

However, the sudden appearance of three undead creatures, who could command other undead beings and form a powerful undead army, presented her with an extremely difficult situation.

In fact, Han Yu's current strength largely comes from his unique necromancy martial soul, which was inherited from the Necromancer Saint and Necromancer Calamity, Ilex.

The overall strength of this martial soul is not even weaker than his other two martial souls combined.

The reasons are simple: one is that Electrolux left him a demiplane that would facilitate the summoning of undead creatures, and the other, more important reason is that Cold Rain possesses powerful mental strength.

The world of Electrolux is a world of magic, where mental energy acts as the fuel for magic, driving its power and maintaining its duration. The stronger the mental energy, the more powerful the magic and the longer it lasts.

The necromancer martial soul that Han Yu displayed at this moment had reached the Soul Saint level, and was equivalent to the Soul Saint level of an evil soul master.

This ability, which cannot be displayed openly, was cleverly revealed by him under the identity of "Han".

At this moment, the spectators in the arena, including Elder Xuan in the distance, were all stunned by the scene before them.

They stared in disbelief as Han Yu unleashed a necromancer martial spirit imbued with the attributes of light, yet exuded the aura of an evil spirit master, leaving them utterly perplexed.

Ye Guyi's expression grew increasingly grim. She could clearly feel that her soul power was being rapidly depleted as she continued to kill undead creatures.

If this continues, she will eventually be worn down and killed by these numerous but individually weaker undead creatures.

A question lingered in her mind: why were these undead creatures not afraid of her Holy Angel Martial Soul? This puzzled and unsettled her.

No more new undead creatures poured out of the Gate of the Dead, but the existing undead creatures on the platform were already overwhelming her. Three death knights stood not far away, coldly watching her, commanding their undead minions, and occasionally emitting beams of death to resurrect the undead creatures she had killed.

Ye Guyi felt like she was trapped in a vicious cycle, as if she could never escape it.

Just then, a deep and drawn-out incantation resounded from the massive Gate of the Dead, filled with an eerie aura. The Gate of the Dead trembled violently, surrounded by strange golden-green light, and began to slowly expand.

Ye Guyi's expression changed drastically, her heart filled with shock: Could he be hiding an even stronger power? She realized that she could no longer wait passively, and a sense of regret welled up in her heart. She regretted revealing her Holy Angel Martial Soul too early in the competition today.

At this moment, she gripped the holy sword tightly in her hand, the blade radiating a dazzling light that illuminated her resolute face.

She took a deep breath, preparing to face an even greater challenge to come.

She knew that this match was not just about winning or losing, but also about her dignity and honor.

She began to re-examine the current situation and consider countermeasures.

She moved swiftly, dodging the attacks of the undead creatures while searching for their weaknesses.

She brandished her holy sword, its light flashing, each swing taking the lives of several undead creatures.

But she knew this couldn't go on; she had to find a more effective way to break the deadlock.

She looked up at the ever-expanding gate to the dead, her heart filled with worry.

She knew that even greater challenges lay ahead, and she had to be prepared. She closed her eyes, focused her mind, and sensed the energy fluctuations around her.

She was trying to find a way to counter the opponent's necromancy.

She opened her eyes again, a determined light shining within them. She was prepared; whatever happened next, she would face it bravely.

She will fight to the very end for her beliefs and for her glory.

For the first time, she finally felt a little regretful for her rash revelation of her Holy Angel Martial Soul today.

A shadow of regret flickered across her mind, but vanished in an instant.

Only those with an iron will can control this sacred and violent power and wield this divine martial spirit capable of burning the heavens and boiling the seas.

She took a deep breath, completely dispelling the last trace of hesitation in her heart.

Ye Guyi suddenly let out a clear whistle, filled with unwavering determination and indomitable courage. She raised her longsword high, its blade pointing straight at the sky.

The Seven Star Sword, infused with divine soul power, instantly burst into flames, radiating a dazzling light.

The sword, crafted from rare metals, began to melt and deform under the impact of this sacred power, as if it could not withstand this powerful energy.

The sacred golden light emanating from her body also changed, gradually transforming into a fiery golden-red.

Behind her, a huge, blazing ball of light appeared out of thin air, radiating a light that was impossible to look directly at.

Within the ball of light, a pair of pure white wings slowly unfurled, like the wings of an angel, holy and solemn.

These newly formed wings of light, though not as solid as physical wings, are condensed from pure light, yet they exude a sacred aura that makes one's heart tremble.

Even the undead creatures of the light attribute felt this powerful pressure and stopped in their tracks, not daring to take another step forward.

The death knights roared and brandished their weapons, desperately urging the undead army forward, but to no avail.

The sixth spirit ring, as black as ink, slowly rose from beneath Ye Guyi's feet.

As it ascended, the deep black was gradually tinged with golden-red light, eventually transforming into the same color as her own radiance, and then silently merging into her body.

The melting Seven Star Sword and the golden-red light emanating from her body complemented each other, eventually coalescing into a giant sword ten feet long.

The sword exuded a scorching aura, and its golden-red sword light seemed to pierce the sky and split the world in two.

Ye Guyi moved.

She took a light step, her delicate body spinning in the air, the huge lightsaber in her hand dancing and drawing golden-red trails.

Behind her, four angel wings shone brightly, like burning flames, making her appear as beautiful and captivating as a celestial maiden.

This is her sixth soul skill – Angel's Dance.

With the help of her powerful martial soul, Ye Guyi forcibly raised her own state to a level close to that of a seventh-ring martial soul true body.

The greatsword in his hand transformed into the Holy Sword of the Sun, burning with sacred fire. Wherever the blade passed, undead creatures turned to dust, like moths drawn to a flame, instantly vanishing into nothingness.

Undeterred by death, the three Death Knights charged forward, attempting to halt Ye Guyi's offensive.

They gathered together, forming a powerful force, and pounced on Ye Guyi.

However, their resistance seemed so fragile in the face of the Holy Sword of the Sun, which burned with sacred fire.

In less than three seconds, the three Death Knights were engulfed by the terrifying light energy, completely vaporized, and disappeared without a trace.

Below the stage, the faces of several titled Douluo elders of the Holy Spirit Cult changed drastically, and fear surged onto their faces like a tidal wave.

Their bodies trembled slightly, the fear originating from the depths of their souls making it almost impossible for them to control their bodies.

Their own evil martial souls trembled under the pressure of Ye Guyi's Holy Angel martial soul, as if they had encountered a natural enemy, and let out mournful cries.

That sacred aura burned their evil souls like flames, causing them unbearable pain.

This Holy Angel Martial Soul is indeed their greatest nemesis! This powerful pressure makes them feel desperate.

Ye Guyi brandished her holy sword, and with a flash of light, the last death knight was slain by her blade.

Her four wings flapped suddenly, producing a crisp sound, and holy light surged from her body like a tide, illuminating the entire battlefield.

She gripped the holy sword tightly with both hands, leaped high into the air, her figure drawing a graceful arc in the air, like a golden-red meteor, carrying a sky full of light and shadow, launching an incredibly powerful attack towards the huge gate of the dead.

Her beautiful face was filled with a resolute look of facing death without fear, her eyes firm and undaunted.

Just then, within a radius of fifty meters centered on Ye Guyi and the Gate of the Dead, space began to distort violently, as if stirred by an invisible giant hand.

The surrounding light flickered and everything became blurry, making it impossible for people outside to see what was happening.

Ye Guyi's eyes were filled with shock. She saw an eye slowly open in the huge gate of the dead, an eye filled with brilliant golden light.

The golden light was so pure and holy, completely at odds with the evil aura of the Gate of the Dead.

The next moment, Ye Guyi felt an extremely powerful force, like a giant hammer, slamming into her mental world. Her delicate body trembled violently, and nearly half of the power of Angel's Dance within her instantly dissipated.

Immediately afterwards, a golden figure flew out from the Gate of the Dead and headed towards Ye Guyi.

The figure was so beautiful and ethereal, filled with boundless light, completely different from the evil aura of the Gate of the Dead.

Her long golden hair flowed behind her, and her pure golden body seemed to contain endless vitality, radiating a warm light.

Ye Guyi was shocked to discover that she could also sense a sacred aura emanating from this golden figure—a sacred aura somewhat similar to her own, but rather fainter.

This aura was so pure and so warm that it felt incredibly familiar and comforting to her.

In an instant, the golden figure collided with Ye Guyi.

Ye Guyi's aura suddenly deflated, as if all her strength had been drained. At this moment, she finally believed what Han Yu had said before.

The divine aura is absolutely impossible to fake, and it cannot be simulated by any evil spirit master.

Even the faintest trace of holiness requires an extremely bright heart to produce.

Han Yu's voice echoed in her mind, clear and cold like the tinkling of an icy spring: "Can you feel it?" The voice seemed to pierce through the noisy arena and reach the depths of her soul.

She responded softly with a "Mmm." This simple syllable contained unwavering determination and resolve.

"Okay." Han Yu's voice was even shorter, but it revealed an unquestionable authority.

The simple conversation between the two was like the calm before the storm, foreshadowing the impending upheaval.

The next moment, the situation on the field changed dramatically. The previously distorted light and shadow instantly became clear, as if a layer of fog had been torn away.

All the spectators could clearly see that inside the violently shaking Gate of the Dead, countless thick chains surged out like giant steel pythons, each chain carrying an incomparably sharp scythe, gleaming with a chilling light.

These chains, like predatory tentacles, carrying the scent of death, swept towards Ye Guyi.

Ye Guyi, who was so imposing just a moment ago, was now suspended in mid-air, unable to move.

Her whole body was shrouded in a deathly gray, as if she had lost all vitality.

Her once bright eyes lost their luster and became dull and lifeless.

The four wings on her back had also turned into two wings again, drooping limply, symbolizing the decline of her power.

A thick chain, with scythes gleaming coldly on it, suddenly pierced Ye Guyi's shoulder blade, blood splattering and staining the arena red.

Then, a second, a third… more and more chains, like bloodthirsty beasts, frantically tore at her body, piercing her flesh and binding her tightly. (End of Chapter)