Douluo Continent, Huo Yuhao who returned from Sekiro

Chapter 682 Death Whip (6K)

At almost the same time, a faint six-pointed star array emerged from the surface of the red and white God-Sealing Sphere. The intricate and complex patterns within the six-pointed star array were dizzying to look at.

Whether drawn by the mysterious magic array on the God-Sealing Ball or by the unique magic of Huo Yuhao's shushing sound as he extended his index finger, the audience held their breath, not daring to look away from the constantly shaking God-Sealing Ball.

But no matter how you look at it, they gained nothing.

That's natural, because what these spectators see is the back of the Rapid Summoning Array; the front of this array is inside the God-Sealing Sphere.

At this moment, Number Ninety-Eight was inside the God-Sealing Sphere. A strong sense of confinement, or rather, claustrophobia, filled his heart, causing him to only let out low moans, like the subconscious cries of a wild beast cornered in a corner.

It was as narrow as a coffin. Although he could stretch his limbs freely inside the God-Sealing Sphere, he felt as if every organ, including his heart, and every inch of his flesh and blood was locked in a narrow little box.

This is the sense of spatial dislocation caused by spatial compression. The Snow Emperor once suffered the same torment, her enormous body squeezed into the God-Sealing Platform, which was the size of a ball, and she was imprisoned there for many years.

Number 98 was indeed somewhat panicked at this point. He slapped his chest with his right hand, and a white halo instantly burst forth from his body. The powerful impact caused the God-Sealing Sphere to shake violently, but Number 98 himself was also shaken by the strong impact and spat out a mouthful of blood.

In this enclosed space, the spatial coordinates of Number 98's body completely coincide with the spatial coordinates inside the God-Sealing Sphere. In other words, Number 98 almost detonated this halo inside his own body.

A jet-black dagger appeared in Number Ninety-Eight's hand.

Corrosive Disintegration Dagger. A level four melee soul tool that, once hit, rapidly corrodes and disintegrates the opponent's defenses and body until it pierces through them.

Number 96 possesses the Corrosion-type Soul Tool, and Number 98 also possesses it, and is in no way inferior to Number 96.

In addition, the high-energy beams carried on No. 98's shoulder also began to accumulate energy again.

However, before Number Ninety-Eight could launch his attack, a burly figure wearing a skeletal mask silently appeared behind Number Ninety-Eight as the six-pointed star on the God-Sealing Orb lit up.

The other party was terrifyingly strong, with muscles as solid as marble blocks hidden beneath its dark blue skin. Although it was in human form, anyone who looked at it would probably have the first impression that it was a giant bear in human skin!

If Ju Zi or Ke Ke were present, they would surely recognize who this lifeless corpse belonged to. Wasn't it none other than Zhao Yang, the Soul Saint whose Martial Soul was the Golden Bear, who had nearly captured the two of them alive?!

At this moment, Zhao Yang's entire body was iron-blue, and the eerie green soul fire in his eyes suddenly shone brightly. With just one punch, he sent his opponent flying.

This sudden change startled Number Ninety-Eight and caused him to panic slightly. He coughed up blood, paused briefly in his recharged ray cannon, and then fired it at Zhao Yang.

"Sizzle—" A piercing sound mixed with the burning sensation exploded on Zhao Yang's zombie body, yet he was completely unharmed. His body was even more robust than that of cast iron.

These zombies were created from the corpses of powerful attack-type Soul Masters at the Soul Saint level. Moreover, they possessed intelligence and had been nurtured for an unknown period of time in the dense death aura of the Undead Demiplane. Their combat power was terrifying.

This was only the damage Zhao Yang unleashed using his own copper skin and iron bones, without using his soul core.

As one of the few undead beings in the undead demiplane who stand at the pinnacle of intelligence (mainly because after thousands of years, most undead beings have become somewhat mentally unstable).

Zhao Yang is one of the few who successfully integrated a soul core into his undead body.

A transparent gray spine whip appeared in Zhao Yang's palm. Immediately afterwards, Zhao Yang lashed the skeletal whip heavily onto his back.

Suddenly, a painful groan came from Zhao Yang's mouth. It could be seen that a light and shadow exactly like it was pulled out of his body and then merged back into him.

[Death Whip: Can directly attack the enemy's soul, or whip oneself, sacrificing some robustness but greatly increasing damage.]

[The legend says this is a secret that the undead beings spontaneously realized before the end of the Calamity of the Dead. Even though the fate of the undead is to be destroyed, they must never succumb to the majesty of the Holy God of the Dead before that happens.]

The next moment, a layer of bronze appeared on Zhao Yang's skin. He had blocked another cannon shot.

Before Number Ninety-Eight could prepare, Huo Yuhao, who had been chanting incantations outside the God-Sealing Sphere, had already prepared another spell.

A red halo quietly merged into the God-Sealing Ball and appeared beneath Number 98's feet.

Immediately afterwards, a red light rose, and a dark red skull appeared above Number Ninety-Eight's head. His movements slowed down slightly.

[Curse of Blood: A slowing-type necromancy.]

If the cursed person is attacked, the curse will take effect, causing them to suffer even more severe injuries.

To the audience outside the arena, it appeared as if Huo Yuhao was merely chanting incomprehensible incantations, which was something Huo Yuhao did intentionally.

The abilities of the evil soul masters themselves, or rather, the power of the evil soul masters belonging to the Soul Palace, are something only those within the Holy Spirit Cult need to know. The audience doesn't need to know, nor should they know.

Soon, the gray aura gradually subsided, and the anomalies within the God-Sealing Sphere also subsided.

The small red and white ball, originally only the size of a palm, expanded rapidly, its radius increasing from ten centimeters to about one meter in an instant.

With a click, the red and white sphere opened from the center, revealing the unconscious Number 98.

The various gruesome injuries on Number Ninety-Eight's body were shocking to behold, and the Holy Spirit Cult members inside the private room immediately felt the curses and death power emanating from those injuries.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the Third Elder, who was in the central VIP room, could no longer stay still.

Before he even left, he shouted, "Number 96 surrenders! Spare his life!"

With a flicker of light and shadow, the Third Elder appeared in mid-air above the Golden Hall, hovering there.

Huo Yuhao's half-formed attack slowly dissipated. He glanced at him, his tone unfriendly: "Who are you? What gives you the right to make decisions for him?"

"I'm his teacher, and I keep my word. If I said he'd admit defeat, then he'd admit defeat!"

If it weren't for the prestige of the Xi Shui Alliance, Ming Lei Douluo would probably have already rushed into the soul guide shield.

Sensing the deathly aura emanating from Number Ninety-Eight, which seemed to be engulfing every inch of his flesh, Nether Thunder Douluo was completely panicked.

(End of this chapter)