Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

The snake's head dented and deformed under the heavy hammer, and its golden-red vertical pupils dimmed instantly.

The ice spread wildly from the point of impact, freezing the entire snake's head completely in the blink of an eye.

The massive body of the Ten-Headed Fiery Sun Serpent convulsed violently a few times before finally stiffening completely and remaining motionless.

Lin Wan landed, her breathing slightly rapid.

He put away the heavy hammer, walked to the frozen golden-red sphere, and put it, along with its thick ice shell, into his storage soul tool. This was the inner core of the Ten-Headed Fiery Sun Serpent, a treasure of supreme Yang, whose value was immeasurable.

Then, he went to the snake corpse and put it into his storage space as well.

The giant snake, ten zhang long, almost filled the remaining space of the soul tool.

After doing all this, Lin Wan took out the pill and swallowed it. She then sat cross-legged on the narrow path and closed her eyes to regulate her breathing.

The elixir transformed into a warm current that flowed through the meridians, repairing the minor damage left by the battle with the Ten-Headed Fiery Sun Serpent.

Lin Wan closed her eyes and regulated her breathing, her breath steady and long, as if the life-or-death struggle just now was nothing more than a routine practice.

Half an incense stick later, he opened his eyes.

The azure pupils shone in the darkness, like two cold stars.

I stood up and moved my slightly stiff joints, my bones making a soft "crackling" sound.

It's time to go.

Lin Wan looked into the deeper darkness at the end of the narrow path and stepped forward.

This time, the path underfoot began to slope noticeably downwards.

With each step, it felt as if they were falling deeper into hell.

The air temperature is rising at an alarming rate.

At first it was just a burning sensation, but it quickly turned scalding hot. The air I inhaled had a stinging, sparking pain, and my lungs felt like they were being roasted over a fire.

The sweat evaporated almost immediately upon seeping out, leaving a thin layer of salt on the skin's surface that reflected a faint glow in the dim light.

My vision started to blur.

It wasn't fog, but a pale red, blood-like substance that permeated the air.

The mist carried a strong smell of blood, yet possessed the intense heat of magma; each breath felt like swallowing scalding blood.

Lin Wan circulated her soul power, forming an extremely thin layer of ice-blue protective shield on her body.

When the protective shield came into contact with the blood mist, it made a hissing sound and emitted a large amount of white vapor.

Chapter 362 Ice Path

The further down you go, the more terrifying the scenery on both sides becomes.

In the abyss on both sides of the narrow road, dark red liquid churned and flowed, making a "glug-glug" sound.

The liquid was viscous like paste, with bubbles bursting on the surface from time to time, each bubble releasing a hot, foul odor as it broke.

is blood.

But it's not ordinary blood.

These liquids exuded a nauseatingly strong, bloody stench, yet possessed a magma-like heat, converging in the abyss to form a boundless, crimson ocean.

Blood churned and heat surged.

The Road to Hell truly lives up to its name.

Even more dangerous is the invisible and intangible killing intent that surges in from all directions as the environment changes.

The murderous aura did not originate from any specific entity, but rather seeped out from this sea of ​​blood, from this narrow path, and from every inch of this world.

Cold, violent, insane.

Like countless tiny needles, they tried to pierce Lin Wan's skin, penetrate his bone marrow, and erode his mind.

Lin Wan paused slightly in her steps.

He felt a strange, violent impulse sprouting deep within him.

That impulse roared and howled, wanting to slaughter, to destroy, to tear everything in its path to shreds.

On the back of his clenched fist, the veins bulged slightly.

He knew this was a sign that the God of Slaughter's Domain was forming.

The final test on the road to hell is not the monsters, not the environment, but oneself.

The murderous aura accumulated from hundreds of killings was fully unleashed and amplified in this extremely evil land, resonating with the killing rules of heaven and earth, and ultimately condensing into a domain within the Soul Master's body.

But this process is extremely dangerous.

If one loses their composure and is consumed by the desire to kill, they will be reduced to a monster who only knows how to kill, forever trapped in this sea of ​​blood, becoming part of the nourishment for the road to hell.

Lin Wan took a deep breath, even though what she inhaled was a scorching blood mist.

His mind stirred slightly.

hum!

An icy blue aura emanated from his body, instantly forming a spherical domain with a diameter of three meters.

Extreme Cold Illusion.

In stark contrast to the scorching, bloody environment outside, the temperature within the domain plummeted.

Tiny ice crystals condensed in the air, like the first snow of winter, falling softly.

The pale red blood mist that attempted to invade was frozen into pink ice shards the moment it touched the edge of the domain, and fell down in a flurry.

More importantly, that cold, tranquil, hypnotic mental fluctuation permeated the area.

Like carving out a calm harbor in a raging ocean.

The murderous urge that had been simmering within Lin Wan was quickly calmed down under the influence of the domain.

My mind cleared up.

His gaze returned to its icy composure.

He continued forward.

One step, two steps.

The narrow path beneath their feet grew steeper and steeper, while the sea of ​​blood on either side drew ever closer.

The churning liquid in the sea of ​​blood almost overflowed the edge of the narrow path, and the high temperature caused the icy blue protective shield on Lin Wan's body to flicker.

The pale red blood mist grew thicker and thicker, reducing the field of vision to less than five zhang (approximately 10 meters).

But Lin Wan's pace remained steady.

Within this realm, the wind and snow swirled, yet it formed a world of its own.

He was like a lonely traveler walking in a sea of ​​blood, with an absolute, inviolable sanctuary within three meters of him.

I don't know how long it took.

It might take an incense stick's time, or it might take half an hour.

In this hell where time was lost, Lin Wan only remembered taking 973 steps.

When the 974th step was taken, the view in front of him finally changed.

The narrow road has come to an end.

It wasn't a break, but rather a natural end on a blood-red lakeshore.

The path beneath our feet leads to a relatively wide platform, if this protruding rock, less than three zhang square and surrounded by a sea of ​​blood, can be considered a platform.

There was no way forward.

There was only one vaster, deeper, blood-red lake.

The lake water was viscous like paste, with huge bubbles constantly bursting on the surface. Each bubble spewed out a column of blood several feet high when it burst, and a stench and scorching heat wafted over.

The lake is about a thousand feet wide.

On the other side of the lake, an oval-shaped white light curtain floated silently in the air, three zhang above the lake surface.

The light curtain emitted a soft, pure white light, which contrasted sharply with the surrounding bloody and filthy environment.

exit.

Lin Wan's gaze fell on the white light screen, her eyes remaining completely unmoved.

The thousand-foot-deep blood lake prevents flight and the use of soul skills.

This is a desperate situation for the vast majority of Soul Masters.

But for him, it wasn't.

Lin Wan stood at the edge of the platform, looking down at the churning lake of blood below.

The lake water is extremely hot; any ordinary metal would probably melt instantly if thrown into it.

Even more terrifying is the intense killing intent and resentment contained in the lake water. If one comes into direct contact with it, even a slightly weak mind will be eroded and fall into the lake, turning into withered bones.

He slowly raised his right hand.

Spread your five fingers wide and aim them at the lake in front of you.

"field"

A deep voice echoed above the blood lake.

"A thousand miles of ice."

The moment the words fell, Lin Wan's three-meter-wide icy blue domain suddenly expanded.

It wasn't spreading, but rather like a flood bursting its banks, rushing wildly towards the blood lake ahead.

Wherever the icy blue light passed, a miracle occurred.

The churning, blood-red lake water hissed violently the moment it touched the area.

Extreme cold and extreme heat, two completely opposite forces, are fiercely clashing.