Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

It was no more than a meter tall, its scales shimmered with a cold luster, its snake eyes were emerald green like will-o'-the-wisps, and the soul power emanating from its body was clearly that of a level 93 Title Douluo.

The Azure Serpent King! Dugu Bo! How could he be in the Northern Territory!

Didn't he retire a long time ago?

Since the death of Emperor Xueye, there has been no news of Poison Douluo in Tiandou City. The intelligence system of the Spirit Hall always thought that he had gone into seclusion somewhere or simply left the Tiandou Empire.

Who would have thought he would appear here, and that his cultivation level had even broken through to level ninety-three!

A chilling sensation spread upwards along Chrysanthemum Douluo's spine.

The intelligence from the Northern Territory clearly only lists two Title Douluo: Eva and Godot.

That's why the Spirit Hall only sent three of them. Three against two, with superior level and numbers, it should have been an overwhelming victory.

But now that Dugu Bo has appeared, there are now three Title Douluos in the Northern Territory.

In a three-on-three battle, although the Spirit Hall still holds the advantage in levels, their advantage has been significantly reduced.

What's even more deadly is that Dugu Bo never engages in direct combat with them! His targets from the very beginning have been the ordinary soldiers and low-level soul masters of the Spirit Empire.

A titled Douluo skilled in using poison hides in the shadows, avoiding direct confrontation and targeting only ordinary soldiers.

This tactic is utterly shameless, yet incredibly effective.

If he continues to kill like this, the entire flank will be swallowed up by the poisonous fog in less than half an hour. At that time, let alone attacking the city, we won't even be able to maintain our retreat formation.

"Dugu Bo!" Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice pierced through all the noise on the battlefield, carrying an uncontrollable, icy rage, "You're courting death!"

With a flash, his moon-white robe billowed in the wind, and he rushed towards Dugu Bo like a shooting star.

With his right hand outstretched, the phantom of the Martial Soul, the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum, condensed in his palm, golden light flowing around it, the edges of the petals as sharp as blades.

If this attack were to land, the poisonous mist within a radius of several dozen feet would be shredded by the golden light, and Dugu Bo's true form would have no chance of avoiding it.

The ghosts moved almost at the same instant.

He and Yue Guan had worked together for many years, and could anticipate each other's tactical intentions without any verbal communication. His figure transformed into a black afterimage, silently circling around to Dugu Bo's flank, blocking all possible escape routes for him.

With two level 95 titled Douluo attacking simultaneously, one overwhelming the opponent head-on and the other blocking from the side, even if Dugu Bo is now level 93, there is absolutely no way he could escape unscathed from their combined assault.

Just as the golden light of the Tongtian Chrysanthemum in Yue Guan's palm was about to blast into the poisonous fog, the dark green frozen ground beneath Dugu Bo's feet suddenly lit up.

It wasn't Dugu Bo's own soul power. Instead, it was a completely different, calm, and eerie light.

The light was oval-shaped, with countless fine silver runes flowing around its edges, like a mirror embedded in the earth, or like an open, cold eye reflecting the sky.

The mirror clearly reflected Dugu Bo's crawling figure on the ground, as well as the trajectories of Yue Guan and Gui Mei attacking from two directions.

Then, the mirror suddenly flipped.

Dugu Bo disappeared.

The golden light from the moon struck the desolate frozen land, blasting open a crater more than ten feet in diameter.

The rubble and frozen soil were pulverized by the violent soul power and flew everywhere.

But he knew that his attack missed its mark. Dugu Bo hadn't dodged it himself; he had been directly moved away by some kind of spatial teleportation force.

Above the sky, Eva raised her left hand slightly, her five fingers gently clenching in the air.

Beneath her feet, a huge ancient mirror was slowly dissipating, reflecting clouds and smoke, as well as a dark green figure emerging from the mirror.

Dugu Bo knelt on one knee on the mirror, panting heavily. Just a moment ago, he had indeed felt death approaching. The golden light of the moon was less than three feet away from his snake head, and that extremely sharp aura had already cut cracks in several of his snake scales.

If it weren't for this mirror, he would probably be seriously injured by now.

Dugu Bo knelt on one knee on the ancient mirror that was slowly dissipating, his usually steady heart beating fast and hard in his chest.

The lingering power of Yue Guan's attack still remained in his senses. That extremely sharp aura sent chills down his spine, even through a barrier of spatial teleportation.

Level 95 is definitely not something he can handle head-on right now.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his surging blood and qi, stood up from the mirror, and turned to the silver-white figure beside him.

Eva maintained her left hand raised slightly, her emerald eyes calmly gazing at the smoke-filled battlefield below, as if the precise spatial teleportation she had just performed was merely a matter of lifting a finger.

"Thank you," Dugu Bo said, his voice hoarse. He wasn't used to thanking people, but it was indeed Eva who had pulled him back from the clutches of Yue Guan.

Eva didn't turn around, but merely tilted her head slightly, the ever-present languid smile on her lips deepening even further. "You're welcome. You're more useful alive than dead."

Dugu Bo was silent for a moment, then nodded. His words sounded cold, but having known Eva for so many years, he knew this was her way of saying "you're welcome."

She didn't say "it was just a small favor," nor did she say "we are allies." What she said was, "You are more useful alive than dead."

In Eva's value system, this is probably the highest level of recognition.

"Continue." Eva withdrew her gaze and looked back at the three Title Douluos opposite her. "Your mission is not yet complete."

On the other side, Yue Guan looked at the three figures standing side by side in the air, his expression somewhat solemn.

Eva, Godot, and Dugu Bo, who had just been transferred back from the battlefield.

The three of them stood amidst the billowing smoke and the aftershocks of soul power, their demeanor as composed as if they were admiring the moon in their own backyard, as if the 100,000-strong army and the three titled Douluo outside the city were merely guests visiting.

The Spirit Hall's intelligence system has always been vague about Eva's spirit, only knowing that it is a special mirror-like weapon spirit, but its specific abilities are unknown.

Now that Yue Guan has witnessed spatial transfer and mirror teleportation firsthand, he knows all too well what such abilities mean in battles at the Title Douluo level.

This means that as long as Eva is on the battlefield, she can move to any position she wants in an instant, or move away from any place she doesn't want the enemy to touch.

Dugu Bo was almost killed by his palm strike, but Eva pulled him back from the brink of death without even moving a finger.

But now is not the time to focus on these things.

Yue Guan's gaze passed over Eva and landed on the dark green poisonous fog that was still spreading across the battlefield below.

The poison of the Azure Phosphorus Serpent King was terrifyingly lethal to ordinary soldiers; in just a short while, at least three thousand-man squads had fallen on the flank.

The soldiers died in a horrific manner, bleeding from all seven orifices, their skin ulcerated, their bodies piled on the frozen ground like a layer of harvested wheat stalks.

If Dugu Bo continues to release poison so recklessly, the entire flank will collapse completely in no time.

"We can't wait any longer." Yue Guan withdrew his gaze, his voice turning cold. "Ghostly Phantom, you go and hold Eva back. Ghost Leopard, you're in charge of Ge Duo. Dugu Bo."

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already transformed into a golden streak of light, rushing straight towards Dugu Bo beside Eva.

With his right hand outstretched, the phantom of the Martial Soul Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum condensed in his palm, golden light flowing around it, the edges of the petals as sharp as blades.

His judgment was very calm. Dugu Bo was the weakest link among the three from the Northern Territory. At level 93, he had no chance of winning in a head-on confrontation against level 95.

If we can take care of this old guy who uses poison first, the Northern Territory will lose a Title Douluo, and the situation will return to three against two.

The ghosts moved almost at the same instant.

He and Yue Guan had worked together for many years, and could anticipate each other's tactical intentions without any verbal communication. His figure transformed into a black afterimage, silently circling around to Eva's flank, blocking all her possible angles to rescue Dugu Bo.

His task was not to kill Eva, but to stall her. In just a few breaths, Yue Guan could take care of Dugu Bo.

Ghost Leopard Douluo then charged straight at Ge Duo.

His speed was the fastest among the three titled Douluo. The Ghost Leopard Martial Soul gave him extreme explosive power and thrusting ability. His figure left a series of bluish-black afterimages in the air, and he instantly crossed a distance of hundreds of feet.

His right hand formed a claw with five fingers, from which five leopard claw blades, each several inches long and as sharp as a sickle, sprang forth.

In his eyes, Ge Duo was nothing more than an alchemist. She might have some skill in alchemy, but she could never be a match for him, a top-tier agility-based expert, in a direct confrontation.

However, just as Yue Guan's golden light was about to strike Dugu Bo's face, a layer of silver light suddenly appeared in the void beneath Dugu Bo's feet.

It was an ancient mirror that had appeared silently at Dugu Bo's feet at some unknown time. The mirror clearly reflected Yue Guan's face, which was slightly distorted with astonishment.

Mirror flip.

Dugu Bo disappeared.

Yue Guan struck the ground with his palm, but the golden light blasted a crater more than ten feet in diameter into the frozen earth below.

The rubble and frozen soil were pulverized by the violent soul power and flew everywhere.

His reaction was extremely fast; his mental energy spread out in all directions like a tide, instantly locking onto Dugu Bo's location again.

Dugu Bo was still on the flank of the battlefield when he reappeared in the center of the poisonous fog, where the Azure Phosphorous Serpent King's pair of emerald green vertical pupils were coldly staring at him.

It was only a few hundred feet from where he had just disappeared.

Yue Guan's eye twitched violently.

It's Eva again.

He turned his head sharply to look at the silver-white figure. Eva still held her left hand raised, her fingers gently clenching in the air, while an ancient mirror beneath her feet slowly dissipated.

The corners of her mouth still held that unchanging, ambiguous smile, and her emerald eyes looked at him calmly, like a cat watching its prey that had missed its target.

“Elder Yueguan,” Eva spoke, her voice still languid and composed, “your opponent is me. Don’t get it wrong.”

The moment the words fell, countless mirrors appeared from the void.

It's not just one or two sides, it's hundreds or thousands of sides.

They come in all shapes and sizes, some round, some square, some long, some short; some float in the air, some are diagonally planted on the ground, and some hang upside down in the sky.

They shimmered with a cold, silvery luster in the morning light, completely sealing off the space where Yue Guan and Gui Mei were located.

Each mirror reflected their own image—front, side, back, and above—countless reflections intertwined in the mirror array, completely disrupting their sense of direction.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Ge Duo didn't even bother to lift her eyelids as she watched Ghost Leopard Douluo pounce on her.

She casually raised her left hand, her fingers lightly clenching in the air. Countless dark green vines surged wildly from the void beneath her feet.

Chapter 520 Stalemate

Each of those vines was as thick as an adult's arm, its surface covered with fine, scale-like patterns, gleaming with a cold, metallic sheen in the morning light.

They emerged from the void at an incredibly fast speed, so fast that Ghost Leopard Douluo's pupils suddenly contracted.

He had already pushed his speed to the limit, but there were just too many vines, so many that he could see their menacing shadows from every angle in his field of vision.

Ghost Leopard Douluo snorted coldly, and his figure suddenly turned around in mid-air.

His martial soul, the Hurricane Ghost Leopard, excels in speed and thrusting, and is least afraid of this kind of wide-range control-type soul skill.

No matter how many vines there are, they're useless if they can't keep up with his speed.

He tapped his toes in the void, and dark blue soul power exploded beneath his feet. He was like a bolt of blue lightning, narrowly piercing through the gaps between dozens of vines.