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

Caught off guard, the Evil Soul Saint was caught off guard and was caught off guard.

Although his soul power far exceeded that of a Soul King, his throat was still a vulnerable spot. When those large hands, infused with the power of delusional amplification, gripped him tightly, he couldn't breathe for a moment.

"Get out of my way!"

He roared, and the surging soul power within him erupted, violently blasting the Soul King away.

But at the very moment the Soul King was blasted away, dozens of other figures suddenly erupted as if a switch had been flipped, unleashing a torrent of attacks upon the Evil Soul Saint.

Those controlled evil spirit masters were already quite powerful, and now, under the hypnosis of their delusions coming true, they unleashed combat power far exceeding their own limits.

With the amplification of this power, the three Soul Kings were now able to directly confront the Soul Emperor, and the only Soul Emperor was even elevated to a level close to Soul Saint by the delusions.

What's even more terrifying is that they have absolutely no sense of pain, no fear, and no instinct for self-preservation.

Only one thought remained in their minds: kill the person in front of them and then seek revenge on Nangong Wan.

"A bunch of lunatics, get out of my way!" The Evil Soul Saint's eyes were filled with terror.

Fearful, he immediately released his martial spirit, and seven spirit rings rose up behind him.

Before he could unleash his soul skill, someone rushed up and bit his arm hard.

"Die!"

The Evil Soul Saint roared hysterically, his soul rings flashing wildly as he unleashed one powerful soul skill after another as if they were free.

He directly knocked the evil spirit master who was biting his arm away.

Then, faced with the evil spirit masters surging in from all directions, he was forced to fight back.

His martial spirit is a giant, jet-black bone scythe. Every swing of it is accompanied by a piercing, ghostly howl, which sounds terrifying.

However, despite the terror of his attacks, the controlled evil spirit masters did not dodge or evade them at all.

The Soul Master was cut in half at the waist by the bone scythe, but his upper body, still dragging his intestines, crawled over and bit his calf tightly.

The Soul King's shoulder blade was shattered by his palm strike, but the severed arm twisted back at a bizarre angle that defied the limits of human endurance, viciously digging into his chest.

Every evil spirit master here has completely fallen into madness.

"You're all insane! You're all insane!" The voice of the Evil Soul Saint finally revealed an undisguised terror.

No matter how powerful his soul skills were, they couldn't withstand this overwhelming, fearless, and frenzied attack.

Soon, a cultist rushed up, grabbed his hand, and made it impossible for him to continue swinging the bone scythe.

The other evil spirit masters also swarmed forward, launching a frenzied attack.

More than a dozen bloodied hands simultaneously grabbed his limbs, body, and head.

"Ahhh!"

He only had time to let out a heart-wrenching scream before his entire body was torn apart by a dozen hands simultaneously.

It was brutally torn into dozens of pieces of flesh, with blood and internal organs splattering all over the ground.

With such a commotion outside, it was impossible for the people inside to be completely unaware.

Nangong Wan was giving the fat elder the final instructions when he suddenly heard a series of noisy footsteps and a low growl from afar.

He frowned, about to send the fat elder out to check the situation, when the dilapidated wooden door was smashed to pieces by a tremendous force.

Nangong Wan and the fat elder rushed out of the house at the same time, and what came into view was a scene that made their pupils shrink.

The evil spirit was being torn to pieces by a dozen hands, and the faces of those committing the crime were all members of their cult who had been lying in ambush around the area.

"Stop!" Nangong Wan roared, his voice carrying the immense pressure of a Title Douluo, which swept outwards like a tangible force.

However, the controlled evil spirit masters ignored this oppressive aura. They all turned their heads at once, and more than a dozen pairs of dark eyes locked onto Nangong Wan and the fat elder like evil spirits in the dark night.

In those eyes, Nangong Wan saw the same burning hatred.

It wasn't the bewilderment of being manipulated, but a deep-seated hatred from the depths of one's soul, a hatred so intense it felt like tearing him apart.

Chapter 112 Nangong Wan's Furious Outburst

Before the fat elder beside him could react, he was tackled to the ground by more than a dozen figures at the same time.

"Go away!"

The fat elder then let out a roar, unleashing his full soul power, instantly shattering the limbs of those who were being controlled.

Even though their limbs were broken, these people were still incredibly frenzied, their blood-red mouths wide open, tearing at the fat elder's body relentlessly.

The pain emanating from all parts of his body caused the fat elder to scream in agony.

"Ah!"

The piercing screams were particularly clear against the silent night sky.

His massive body began to be torn apart repeatedly, and blood gushed out continuously, staining the ground red.

The originally distinct screams gradually weakened due to blood loss, and eventually disappeared completely.

Seeing this, Nangong Wan's face turned ashen, his eyes filled with rage.

At the same time, he also knew that the person he was waiting for had arrived.

This group of controlled Holy Spirit Cult members is exactly the same as the group of Soul Masters in the branch who were controlled and then turned on each other.

After all, although these people are evil spirit masters, most of them are mentally sound and would never kill each other or attack him for no reason.

There is only one explanation: this group of people has been brought under control.

This person remained hidden in the shadows from beginning to end, and Nangong Wan didn't even sense his presence.

Seeing the evil spirit masters charging towards him, Nangong Wan temporarily suppressed his anger.

"Wake up, all of you! You've all fallen for someone else's trick!"

Nangong Wan bit his tongue, summoned his mental energy, and let out a loud roar, trying to free the group of people from his control.

The sound reverberated through the narrow alleyways, carrying an extremely powerful spiritual force.

Under normal circumstances, it is sufficient to instantly break free from any mental control.

Unfortunately, he encountered Huo Yuhao.

Despite the effects of the sound waves, the controlled evil spirit masters remained unresponsive.

The group's eyes remained incredibly crazed.

The reason for this is that the realization of delusions is not simply a matter of mental control.

The hypnosis implanted through the transformation of delusions into reality is deeply intertwined with the resentment of each evil spirit master.

Their hatred for Nangong Wan was real, and their urge to take revenge was also real.

The "delusion-based town" merely opened a door, making it impossible to close completely; everything was simply their true thoughts.

Nangong Wan gritted his teeth and retreated repeatedly, his body emitting a dark green light to resist the group's attacks.

Fueled by their delusions, those Soul Kings had become as powerful as Soul Emperors.

The Soul Emperor was pushed to the level of a Soul Saint, and everyone launched attacks at all costs, causing Nangong Wan's protective shield to tremble continuously.

Because he didn't use his full strength, the shield was shattered, leaving several gaps and wounds on his face.

The most infuriating blow came from that Soul Emperor, who shattered his light barrier with a single punch, the attack sweeping across his hair.

This blow shaved off most of his neat white hair, with a few strands falling into the muddy puddles, making him look extremely disheveled.

"Aaaaah, all of you die!" Nangong Wan roared.

He, a titled Douluo and the second elder of the Holy Spirit Cult, was actually forced to this point by a group of brats who weren't even Soul Saints.

Immediately afterwards, Nangong Wan let out a low, extremely sinister roar; he would no longer hold back.

The dark green poisonous fog suddenly spread from his body, instantly enveloping the entire alley.

The poisonous fog was as thick as liquid, swirling and spreading in the air. Wherever it passed, wooden planks rotted and crumbled, and even the stone bricks on the ground were corroded and bubbled.

Even though the controlled evil spirit masters are fearless under the influence of their delusions, their physical bodies are ultimately just mortals, and they are extremely vulnerable in the face of the terrifying poison released indiscriminately by the titled Douluo.

The body begins to disintegrate the moment it comes into contact with the poison, turning into a pool of green blood before anyone can even react.

In just a few breaths, dozens of figures were transformed into pools of bubbling, viscous blood.

The poisonous fog slowly dissipated, leaving the baby elephant completely silent.

All that remained on the ground was foul-smelling venom and dark green blood.

Nangong Wan stood amidst the chaos, his magnificent robes torn in several places, and half of his hair shaved off in a jagged mess.

Several bloody streaks stretched across his once kind and gentle old face, making him look like a monstrous demon.

Looking at the pools of blood on the ground, Nangong Wan trembled with anger.

Training a demonic soul master is not that easy.

He sent out the elite of the elite in this operation, and now he has slaughtered them all without leaving a trace!

He didn't even see the person behind the scenes, yet he was made to look so pathetic.

This was something he had never experienced since becoming a high-level Soul Master. Being mocked as a powerful figure made him even angrier.

He suddenly raised his head, his old face contorted almost into a grotesque shape, and a hoarse roar exploded in the night sky, carrying the full soul power of a titled Douluo.

The terrifying sound caused the tiles within a radius of several miles to rattle.

"Who is it? Who is it?! How dare you target my Holy Sect again and again! If you have the guts, come out and face me head-on! What kind of skill is it to hide in the shadows and resort to such despicable tricks!"

If Huo Yuhao heard this, he would definitely laugh.

The Holy Spirit Cult has no right to accuse others of using despicable means in the shadows. When it comes to plotting and scheming in the gutter, no force on the Douluo Continent can compare with the Holy Spirit Cult.

However, everything that happened here is no longer related to Huo Yuhao for the time being.

The moment those controlled evil spirit masters launched their attack, he had already quietly left the western suburbs with Ye Guyi and Nana.

The three walked through the streets shrouded in night and returned to the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy.

The three of them had already arrived at the back gate of the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy.

What happened in the western suburbs had almost no impact on this area.