Douluo Continent: A Reincarnated Immortal, A Flute Melody Sends Off Heroes

Chapter 81 The Holy Monarch's Wrath, and Over a Dozen Top-Tier Abyss Kings Appear

In the depths of that darkness, a huge vertical pupil slowly lit up. It was a blood-red eye, and if you looked closely, you would find that this eye was made up of countless tiny red eyes.

When this eye opened, the entire abyss plane calmed down, the collapsed ninth level disappeared, and its impact on the surrounding levels was also greatly reduced.

"Holy Lord." All the kings gathered in the deepest part of the abyss bowed their proud backs at the same time, respectfully paying homage to the blood-red eyes.

"A threat to humanity has emerged. You must kill her at all costs!"

"The expansion of the abyss rift requires the sacrifice of ten kings. I guarantee that all those who volunteer to sacrifice will be resurrected without hindrance and will be promoted three levels in the plane."

The Abyss Lord's words clearly reached the ears of every king.

The eyes of the kings were bloodshot with excitement, filled with a bloodthirsty light.

Soon, ten kings were willing to sacrifice themselves, after all, what was there to fear if resurrection was guaranteed?

……

Ten Abyss Kings stepped forward without hesitation, their eyes gleaming with fervor and determination. To them, the Abyss Lord's promise was nothing short of a high-stakes gamble, the stakes being their lives and their future.

"For the glory of the Abyss!" the ten kings shouted in unison, their voices echoing like thunder throughout the Abyss plane.

Their bodies began to burn, and jet-black energy surged from within them, transforming into streaks of black flame that rapidly spread throughout their entire bodies. As the energy burned, their bodies gradually disintegrated, turning into pure energy that converged towards the abyssal rift.

The abyssal rift began to tremble violently under the impact of this immense energy, its edges expanding rapidly, as if a gigantic maw was slowly opening. Dark energy surged into the rift like a tide, and deep roars echoed from its depths, as if some terrifying being was awakening.

……

Sunset Forest, on the battlefield.

The immortal stood in the void, dressed in white, his gaze indifferently fixed on the direction of the abyss rift. In his hand, he still held the jet-black bead formed from the energy of the Black Emperor, which slowly rotated in his palm, emitting a faint black light.

Qian Daoliu stood behind him, looking at the mysterious man in white with a complicated expression.

He had never seen such a powerful being before; even the angel god he once worshipped did not seem to possess such power.

Just as Qian Daoliu was shocked, a series of rapid whooshing sounds suddenly came from afar.

Two figures swiftly flew over from the edge of the battlefield; they were none other than the Porcupine Douluo and the Serpent Spear Douluo.

The Serpent Spear Douluo was a burly man, covered in heavy armor, and held a huge serpent spear in his hand, exuding an imposing aura.

Meanwhile, the Porcupine Douluo was obese, with a cold glint in his eyes.

The moment the two landed, their gazes immediately locked onto the Immortal. The Porcupine Douluo's pupils constricted sharply, and a look of shock appeared on his face.

"Why is he here too?"

The Porcupine Douluo and the Serpent Spear Douluo exchanged a glance.

They investigated the man in white for a long time but found no useful information, only knowing his name: the Immortal.

The immortal smiled slightly when he saw them, but said nothing more.

He then turned and left.

Several days passed, and fewer and fewer abyssal creatures appeared. However, due to the abandonment of several defensive lines, many low-level abyssal creatures had come into view.

In order to enhance their reputation, many colleges sent teachers to lead students to the front line of Sunset Forest.

Respond to the Empire's call!

However, their actions had little effect on the overall war situation.

Several days passed like this.

The Abyss army did not launch any further attacks, which made everyone lower their guard.

However, the high-ranking members of the Spirit Hall knew very well that this was just the calm before the storm.

Sure enough, just when everyone thought the abyssal creatures' attack had temporarily ceased, a deafening roar suddenly came from the depths of Sunset Forest.

Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen terrifying auras shot into the sky from the abyss rift, instantly enveloping the entire battlefield.

Along with them came countless Abyss armies, which surged toward the northern defense line like a tidal wave.

"Not good!" Qian Daoliu's expression suddenly changed, his eyes fixed on the dozen or so figures gradually approaching in the distance.

Each of those figures exuded a suffocating pressure, their aura far surpassing that of the previous Abyss King.

They come in various forms; some are cows, some are bees, and some are abyssal creatures that look very much like humans.

"Limit Douluo... no, there are even Quasi-Gods and Demi-Gods!" Golden Crocodile Douluo's voice trembled slightly, clearly also shocked by the scene before him.

Ning Fengzhi's expression also turned extremely solemn, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in his hand flickered slightly: "Can we really stop them?"

Qian Daoliu took a deep breath, his gaze fixed intently on the dozen or so Abyss Kings, his voice low and cold: "Even if I die today, I will drag a few of these creatures down with me!"

Qian Daoliu's gaze, sharp as lightning, locked onto the Abyss King who slowly emerged. He was a towering figure wielding a massive scythe, the scythe crackling with dark energy that seemed capable of tearing through space itself. His eyes, like two burning flames, radiated boundless killing intent.

"The fifth level, the Scythe Emperor..." Qian Daoliu murmured softly, his tone tinged with solemnity. He could feel the almost god-like pressure emanating from the other party, a power far surpassing that of a Limit Douluo, and even approaching the level of a quasi-god.

The Scythe Emperor's gaze swept across the battlefield, finally settling on Qian Daoliu, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips: "Human, your strength is not bad, but unfortunately... you are destined to perish here today."

Qian Daoliu did not respond, but slowly raised the holy sword in his hand. Golden light flowed on the sword, and the holy aura contrasted sharply with the dark energy of the Scythe Emperor.

"Sect Leader Ning, provide full support!" Qian Daoliu said in a deep voice.

Ning Fengzhi nodded, and the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda in his hand shone brightly, its seven-colored halo flowing towards Qian Daoliu like water. Instantly, Qian Daoliu's aura surged, his soul power, speed, and defense all reaching their peak.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul True Form - Angel's Descent!" Qian Daoliu shouted, and the angelic phantom behind him suddenly enlarged, its six wings unfolding, and holy light spread across the earth.

The Scythe Emperor sneered, and with a sudden swing of his scythe, a jet-black energy blade shot straight towards Qian Daoliu. Wherever the energy blade passed, space seemed to be torn apart, emitting a piercing shriek.

Qian Daoliu's figure flashed suddenly, dodging the energy blade, and then he rushed towards the Scythe Emperor. He was extremely fast, and almost instantly closed in on the Scythe Emperor.

P.S.: I have some good news to share. I'm going to be spending a few days off with my girlfriend, so I'm taking a few days off, hahaha!

(End of this chapter)