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

"Alliance Leader, should we close the net today, or continue to wait?" At this moment, the fat elder finally couldn't hold back and asked urgently.

"Those two little brats have taken over three of our strongholds, and today they're coming for our base again. Shouldn't we make a move?"

Chapter 110 Mental Delusions

Nangong Wan turned his head slowly and expressionlessly to look at the fat elder.

Then he said coldly, "What's your hurry? If you hadn't been so greedy and made a mistake by leaving the branch without permission, how could the entire branch have been wiped out overnight?"

When this matter was mentioned, the anxious look on the fat elder's face vanished instantly, replaced by fear.

His face turned red, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Because what Nangong Wan said was the truth.

If he hadn't been greedy and gone somewhere else that night, he would have been there when the branch was massacred.

With one Soul Saint, two Soul Emperors, and sixteen Soul Sect Masters, even if he couldn't catch the murderer, he wouldn't be wiped out so quietly.

In the end, he could only lower his head and grit his teeth, saying, "Your subordinate deserves to die."

Nangong Wan didn't look at him again, but instead looked out the window with her hands behind her back and said indifferently, "Those two little girls are nothing but small fry."

"Given their cultivation level, even if they were given more time, they wouldn't be able to take over the entire branch. Someone else must have wiped out the branch."

"If we rashly attack those two girls, we might alert the enemy, and the person hiding behind them will not show themselves again."

Upon hearing this, the fat elder finally realized what was happening, and his small eyes widened suddenly: "The Alliance Leader means to use these two little girls to lure out the person behind this?"

Nangong Wan's smile grew even wider, clearly indicating that this was exactly what he was planning.

In order to capture the mysterious man who slaughtered the entire branch overnight, he laid a trap in the vicinity.

More than a dozen evil soul masters were scattered and lurking around, including two soul saints, and he, a titled Douluo, was personally overseeing the operation.

They are just waiting for the person behind the scenes to show up so they can capture them in one fell swoop.

"Moreover, one of these two girls possesses the Holy Angel Martial Soul." Nangong Wan's eyes flashed with barely concealed greed and excitement.

"If the Holy Angel Martial Soul grows up, it will be the absolute nemesis of our Holy Spirit Cult."

"But if we can nip her in the bud before she grows up, or brainwash her and make her work for us, the leader will surely reward us handsomely."

As he spoke, he reached out and stroked his long beard, his eyes filled with excitement.

It's as if I can already see him capturing the person behind the scenes, presenting him to the cult leader, and finally receiving a reward.

The fat elder smiled at this moment. If he could capture the person behind the scenes in one fell swoop, then the person who caused the destruction of the branch would definitely be punished leniently.

Meanwhile, in an abandoned livestock shed less than twenty feet west of that hut, a malevolent spirit master was buried in a pile of moldy straw, with only half his face showing.

This was the third consecutive night he had spent in this stinking, godforsaken place.

Everywhere was filled with dry water and the stench of animal excrement, and a few blind rats would crawl all over him all day long.

It annoyed him every day, and the more he lay there, the angrier he became. Tonight, he should have been drinking with a woman in a restaurant in Mingdu.

Now, however, I have to cower in this dilapidated shed like a stray dog, feeding on mosquitoes.

"Damn the alliance leader!" the evil soul master cursed inwardly.

However, he only dared to curse in his heart.

Nangong Wan, the leader of the alliance, is a titled Douluo. He wouldn't dare disobey orders, let alone sneak away.

"If I have enough power, I will definitely get this debt back with interest."

"Shove that old bastard into the latrine and let him soak for three days and three nights!" he swore viciously in his heart.

Just then, a highly seductive voice suddenly rang out from the depths of his mind.

The voice was incredibly gentle, possessing an irresistible allure: "Do you want power? Do you want revenge?"

The evil spirit master blurted out without even thinking, "Yes."

"Then feel this power, stand up, and fight back."

As soon as he finished speaking, the evil spirit master's eyes, which had been gleaming with ferocity, were suddenly covered by a thick layer of inky black.

The original pupils had completely disappeared, leaving only pure black, which looked extremely terrifying.

After the change, the evil spirit master suddenly sprang up from the haystack, his movements incredibly stiff, as if he had been lifted up by a ruthless hand behind his back.

At the same time, the soul power within his body began to rise at a frenzied speed: level 32, level 35, level 38, and level 41.

In the blink of an eye, it broke through the threshold of the Soul Sect and continued to surge upwards.

During this process, his muscles were also expanding violently, and his veins were twisting wildly under his skin like earthworms, and his strength was constantly increasing.

This sudden, terrifying force caused his bones to creak and groan, as if they would break at any moment.

The same scene was playing out simultaneously on the evil spirit masters around them.

The dozen or so evil spirit masters who had been scattered and lurking in various places all stood up now.

Their strength and soul power were both skyrocketing at an illogical rate. Some rose from Soul Master to Soul King, while others soared from Soul King all the way to Soul Emperor.

However, the price to pay for obtaining this forcibly unleashed power is equally severe.

Because the source of their power is not their own potential, but a false suggestion forcibly implanted deep into their subconscious by that voice.

The voice "hypnotized" their souls, making them subconsciously believe that they were a powerful avenger.

With this belief, they were willing to do anything to achieve it.

Every evil spirit master's bones and meridians have been severely damaged at this point, and even if they survive, they will become crippled.

This is a soul skill granted to Huo Yuhao by a ten-thousand-year soul ring he recently acquired in the far north.

The spirit beast was named "Frost Whisper Spirit," an extremely rare pure spiritual attribute spirit beast that dwells deep within the fissures of the millennia-old glaciers in the far north.

Its body is no bigger than a fist, and its entire body is a translucent ice blue.

It resembles a floating cloud of ice mist, yet possesses the most unpredictable and dangerous abilities among the soul beasts of the far north.

The Frost Whisper Spirit is not good at direct combat, but its mental power can penetrate all defenses and quietly infiltrate the subconscious depths of its target, distorting their beliefs and cognition.

Its most common tactic is to implant a false message of "you are very strong" into its prey.

The prey will subconsciously believe that it is the strongest, and its body will be driven by this belief to release power far beyond its limits.

Ultimately, after a brief burst of madness, his meridians were severed, his body collapsed, and he died.

If one is not a Soul Master with a spiritual attribute, it is virtually impossible to escape the hypnosis of such a Soul Beast.

And the name of this soul skill is called Mental Delusion.

However, Huo Yuhao prefers to call it "delusion becoming reality".

Chapter 111 The Mass Rebellion of the Cult Members

Returning to where they had been, Huo Yuhao gestured to Ye Guyi and Nana beside him to leave.

Ye Guyi and Nana exchanged a glance, still not understanding what was going on, but since Huo Yuhao had spoken, they obediently evacuated.

Before leaving, Huo Yuhao glanced back at the slum.

"Nangong Bowl, I hope you like this gift."

Then Huo Yuhao withdrew his gaze and left the place at an extremely fast speed.

He naturally knew Nangong Wan.

The leader of the Xishui Alliance, the second elder of the Holy Spirit Cult, a level 93 Title Douluo, is the person in charge of the Holy Spirit Cult in the Mingdu underworld.

In his previous life, he had been an undercover agent in the Holy Spirit Cult for a long time, so he was naturally aware of Nangong Wan's strength and methods.

Although there are quite a few evil soul masters who have been forcibly elevated by the power of delusions, it is a pipe dream to think that they can seriously injure a titled Douluo with them. At most, they can make Nangong Wan look a little embarrassed and disgust him.

The western suburbs were shrouded in darkness. In the night, people dressed in black suddenly emerged from various corners.

Everyone was moving in the same direction, their bodies stiff and their eyes burning with barely suppressed rage.

It was as if their mortal enemies were ahead of them.

The reason for this is that the suggestion implanted through the realization of delusion is not simply the desire to gain power.

Instead, it was combined with the evil spirit master's deep-seated resentment towards Nangong Wan, ultimately giving rise to an uncontrollable urge for revenge.

These dozens of figures gathered together, making them incredibly conspicuous even in the darkness of night.

The first to notice something amiss was the only evil soul master who hadn't been chosen as Huo Yuhao's target—his fellow Soul Saint subordinate.

Controlling a Soul Saint is much more difficult than controlling a Soul Emperor.

To ensure that it would happen silently, Huo Yuhao did not hypnotize the evil spirit outside.

Within the inescapable net laid out by Nangong Wan, two Soul Saints were positioned: the fat elder was one, and the other was this person.

At this moment, the evil spirit was lurking on a two-story dilapidated building. Hearing the uniform and heavy footsteps coming from below, he subconsciously thought that the fish had taken the bait.

But when he saw the faces emerging from the darkness, he froze on the spot.

Those followers who should have been lying obediently in their hiding places were now all standing in the alley, walking straight toward him in a daze.

"What are you doing!"

Upon seeing this, Evil Soul Saint jumped down from the second floor of the building and rushed to confront an Evil Soul Master.

However, the evil spirit master did not react at all and continued to walk straight ahead.

Enraged by this, Evil Soul Saint grabbed the other man's collar and roared, "The Alliance Leader's order was to ambush you! Who gave you permission to come out on your own? Get back here right now!"

The Soul King, who had been grabbed, slowly raised his head, his dark eyes meeting the gaze of the Evil Soul Saint.

The evil spirit saint felt a sudden chill; in all his years of life, he had never seen such a bizarre situation.

Those eyes held no light that belonged to a living person; they were filled with extreme hatred and madness.

"what!"

Before he could react, the Soul King suddenly opened his mouth and let out a hoarse roar that was not human, and his hands gripped the Evil Soul Saint's throat like iron clamps.

This attack was completely unexpected.