Douluo Continent, Huo Yuhao, the villain from a parallel world

The corpse slaves opened their rotten mouths and bit down on the guard's neck. Their sharp teeth pierced the flesh, and blood spurted out.

The two guards let out extremely shrill screams, struggling desperately but unable to break free. In the blink of an eye, they were pounced on by more corpse slaves and submerged in the stench of monsters.

The screams quickly faded from sharp to faint, eventually leaving only the chilling gnawing sounds.

"Old Zhang! Old Li!" the team leader shouted hoarsely, his eyes bloodshot. "Everyone stay away! Use ranged soul tools! Quickly!"

Upon seeing this, the two Soul Sect guards roared in unison, their Soul Rings glowing beneath their feet as they charged directly into the enemy ranks.

One of them possessed a Soul Master martial spirit, and the muscles in his arms suddenly swelled, his skin covered with a layer of hard rock armor.

He crashed into the bandits like a human chariot, smashing a punch that dented the chest of one of the evil spirit masters.

The evil spirit master was sent flying backward and crashed into a tree trunk, the sound of his bones shattering particularly jarring in the night.

Chapter 84 The Grim Reaper, Disintegrating the Corpse Explosion

Another Soul Master wielded a longsword engulfed in flames, the Martial Soul Blazing Sword slicing through the darkness with fiery arcs of light.

Wherever the sword passed, the weapons in the hands of the evil spirit masters were cut like paper, and they fell down one after another with screams.

The two worked together seamlessly, one attacking and the other defending, and in the blink of an eye, nearly ten evil spirit masters fell to their fists, feet, and swords.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, the fifth-level Soul Master Soul King and the bald, burly Soul Master also clashed.

The bald, muscular man had a ferocious face and bulging muscles. His martial spirit was a huge black bone hammer with eerie green ghost flames coiling around it.

He swung the bone hammer, creating a foul-smelling gust of wind, and smashed it down fiercely towards the Soul King.

The Soul King remained unfazed, easily dodging the hammer with a swift movement. At the same time, he raised his right hand, and a silver-white soul-guided ray gun was already aimed at the bald, muscular man's chest.

The trigger was pulled, and a beam of blazing white light shot out, slamming heavily into the burly man's chest and burning a fist-sized, charred, bloody hole.

The burly man screamed and staggered backward, but the Soul King gave him no chance to catch his breath, and pulled out a strangely shaped soul-guided short gun with his left hand.

Several fine arcs of electricity shot out from the muzzle, crackling and wrapping around the burly man's body.

The bald, burly man convulsed violently, black blood gushing from his seven orifices, and he collapsed to his knees as if his bones had been removed.

The battle was completely one-sided.

The number of bandits dwindled with each battle, and although the caravan's guards also suffered heavy losses, they had managed to stabilize the situation under the leadership of the two Soul Masters and Soul Kings.

Meanwhile, the passengers and merchants huddled in the corner of the carriage, trembling with fear.

They had never seen such a horrific scene of corpses strewn across the land.

Some of the more timid ones had already knelt on the ground and wept uncontrollably, while others covered their heads and kept backing away, and still others screamed at the guards for help.

The heavily made-up woman who had tried to seduce Huo Yuhao was now slumped beside a carriage, her legs too weak to stand up.

Her rose-red dress was stained beyond recognition with mud and what was possibly blood or something else, and her heavy makeup was streaked with tears.

She desperately tried to shrink back and hide under the carriage, but a rotting, blackened corpse slave staggered toward her.

She wanted to scream, but fear gripped her throat, and she could only let out a hoarse gasp.

The corpse slave pressed heavily on her, its festering arms clamping tightly around her shoulders like iron hoops, its rotten teeth biting into her forearm, blood gushing from the corner of its mouth.

She screamed in agony, kicking and thrashing at the festering, foul-smelling body on her back, but her resistance was like an ant trying to shake a tree in the face of the immensely strong corpse slave.

The corpse slave bit her calf again, tearing off a piece of flesh.

"Help! Help!"

"Ahhh!"

Her screams gradually turned into desperate wails, her arms weakly pounding the corpse slave's head, her fingernails scratching the festering skin without leaving a single mark.

Huo Yuhao dodged and weaved at the edge of the battlefield, his figure moving like a ghost between the corpse slaves and bandits.

He didn't make a move, but instead dodged each attack with seemingly dangerous precision, his eyes remaining completely calm.

He was waiting, waiting for the Soul King hiding in the shadows to reveal his fangs.

Just as the last evil soul master was beheaded by the Blazing Sword Sect with a single sword strike, and the bald, burly man fell to the ground with a spear piercing his chest by the Soul King, there was finally some movement deep in the dense forest.

"Hahaha! Taste the corpse explosion of the Grim Reaper!"

A burst of extremely arrogant laughter erupted from the dark forest, as shrill and unpleasant as the hooting of an owl.

Immediately afterwards, a slender black figure burst out from the depths of the dense forest and landed steadily on the edge of the battlefield.

It was a person completely shrouded in a black robe, with a body as thin as a twig, his face wrapped in dirty black bandages, revealing only a pair of yellow eyes that gleamed with a mad light.

Beneath his feet, five spirit rings—three yellow and two purple—were slowly rotating, emanating a cold and evil aura.

All the corpse slaves still standing on the ground froze at that moment.

Their festering bodies suddenly trembled violently, and a terrifying, chilling power was brewing wildly within them.

The chest and abdominal cavities expanded rapidly as if something were forcing them open from the inside.

The eerie green flames in those empty eye sockets instantly swelled to the size of fists, throbbing wildly as if they were about to burst out of their sockets at any moment.

Once the corpse explosion techniques within these corpse slaves are fully detonated, nothing will grow within a radius of tens of meters, and everyone will be torn to pieces by the corpse poison and the explosion.

The caravan leader's face drained of all color in that instant.

The Soul King's guards and the two Soul Masters also changed their expressions. Although they were quite strong, they were completely helpless against more than twenty corpse slaves that were about to explode at the same time.

Just then, Huo Yuhao finally made his move.

His eyes turned pure black in an instant.

Dozens of jet-black rays of light burst forth from beneath the feet of the corpse slaves without warning.

The light, like black venomous snakes, spread upwards along their festering legs, moving so fast that it left only a blurry afterimage in the air.

The inky black light precisely penetrated into the swollen and deformed bodies of each corpse slave.

Those Corpse Explosion techniques that had already accumulated to the critical point within the Corpse Slaves melted and disintegrated as quickly as ice cubes thrown into boiling water the moment they came into contact with the chaotic power.

The array circuit was disrupted, the energy structure was destroyed, and the terrifying power that could have leveled the entire camp was completely disintegrated in just a few breaths.

The swollen bodies of the more than twenty corpse slaves deflated rapidly, like bubbles that had been punctured.

The eerie green flames that had surged in his eye sockets shrank back to their original size, flickering weakly and no longer able to gather any power.

"How is this possible? What have you done?!"

The Soul King, who called himself the messenger of death, suddenly turned his head and stared intently at Huo Yuhao, his yellow eyes filled with incredulous horror.

His corpse explosion technique has always been an invincible killing move.

Although he only had the cultivation of a Soul King, he had seriously injured even Soul Emperor-level experts with his Corpse Explosion technique.

Now, his most prized and powerful move has been completely neutralized by a boy who looks no more than twelve or thirteen years old with a mere flick of his wrist.

Huo Yuhao gave him no chance to recover from his shock.

His eyes suddenly shone with an inky black light, like two black holes.

An invisible mental storm, even more terrifying than before, erupted from his body.

Chapter 85 Arrival at Tiandou, Past Events of the Original Body

The jet-black mental shockwave swept out like a tangible force, violently distorting the air wherever it passed. Ground debris was swept into the air, and the campfire was almost extinguished by the violent airflow.

The Grim Reaper's face was stiff. He felt as if his head had been struck by an invisible, massive hammer, and his consciousness shattered into pieces in that instant.

His body stiffened abruptly, his hands frozen in mid-air, and the mad light in his yellow eyes vanished in an instant.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the Grim Reaper's head exploded like a watermelon smashed by a heavy hammer.

The headless corpse fell straight backward, crashing heavily to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Those corpse slaves also lost all support after losing their master's control.

They collapsed to the ground in droves, like puppets with broken strings, their remaining soul power dissipating at an extremely rapid pace.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone stared blankly at the boy in black standing by the campfire.

What happened in those few short moments was completely beyond their comprehension.

A Soul King evil Soul Master who suddenly appeared, whose Corpse Explosion Technique nearly blew up the entire caravan, was completely wiped out by this silent young man in the blink of an eye.

The woman bitten by the corpse slave collapsed to the ground, staring blankly at Huo Yuhao, temporarily forgetting even the excruciating pain from her wound.

The caravan leader was the first to come to his senses.

He swallowed hard, wiped the blood and sweat from his face haphazardly with his sleeve, and strode quickly to Huo Yuhao, bowing deeply.

His voice trembled with relief and heartfelt gratitude: "Young man, if it weren't for you tonight, we would all be dead here. I will remember this great kindness for the rest of my life!"

Huo Yuhao withdrew his gaze, his expression remaining calm and composed. He simply nodded slightly and casually said, "It's a small matter."

The team leader wanted to say more words of thanks, but seeing Huo Yuhao's unwillingness to talk about it, he wisely swallowed back the words he was about to say.

He turned around and shouted at his men, who were still in shock from the ordeal, "Don't just stand there! Quickly bury the dead, clean up the area, and send two more teams to guard the perimeter."

"Keep a close watch tonight, and set off at daybreak!"

The caravan members then sprang into action as if waking from a dream.

The camp was shrouded in the lingering fear of escaping death, with occasional suppressed sobs.

The heavily made-up woman was helped up from the ground by two guards.

Blood was still flowing from the wounds on her forearms and calves. Her face was ashen, her whole body was trembling, and she could barely speak.

She looked at Huo Yuhao's back, her eyes filled with complicated emotions. Just now, she had shamelessly flirted with this boy.

Little did she know that he could easily kill a Soul King, and it was laughable that she harbored resentment because she was rejected.

Thinking of this, she quickly lowered her head, no longer daring to look at Huo Yuhao.

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Five days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Ever since the night they were attacked by evil spirit bandits in the Mingdou Mountains, the caravan has never dared to camp overnight in the mountains again.