Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

Wherever the beam of light passed, space distorted slightly, emitting a piercing shriek.

Eva watched the golden beams hurtling towards her, the unchanging smile on her lips remaining perfectly unchanged.

Her left hand remained raised slightly, her five fingers gently clenched in the air.

A huge ancient mirror silently appeared in front of her.

This mirror is unlike any of the previous ones. Its frame is not ordinary silver, but a dark silver that is extremely antique and flows with a cold, ethereal luster.

The mirror surface was covered with dense ancient runes, each one slowly flowing and exuding an eerie aura that sent chills down one's spine.

There was no sound when the golden beams struck the mirror.

There was no explosion, no collision, no noise whatsoever from any energy clash. The beam of light silently disappeared into the mirror, as if swallowed whole by an invisible maw.

Yue Guan's expression changed instantly.

He felt his connection with those beams of light being completely severed.

That was his eighth soul skill, unleashed with all his might; each beam of light contained a large amount of his soul power.

Now, that soul power is like a stone sinking into the sea, without even a ripple.

Then, Eva flipped the mirror over.

The side that swallowed the beam of light was facing the ghost that was attacking from the side.

The ghostly figure suddenly froze in mid-air.

His instincts were screaming at him to hide! He had to hide!

But those beams of light were too fast, so fast that he only had time to blur half of his body before he was completely swallowed up by the overwhelming golden light.

Boom! Golden light exploded at the location of the ghost, and the violent energy storm shattered dozens of mirrors in the vicinity at the same time.

Fragments scattered in the air, each one reflecting the moment the ghost was swallowed by the golden light.

Chapter 521 Poisonous Fog

Yue Guan cried out in disbelief, "Old Ghost!"

His mind wavered for a moment.

The fluctuation was very small, lasting only a brief moment.

But this was the moment Eva had been waiting for.

In the instant Yue Guan was distracted, dozens of silver lights simultaneously shone from the wreckage of the mirror behind him, which he had previously smashed and whose fragments were still suspended in mid-air.

The rays were so fine, as thin as hair, that they were almost impossible to notice amidst the golden light and fragments filling the sky.

But they were too fast. The moment Yue Guan noticed something was wrong behind him, dozens of silver chains had already pierced through his back, shoulders, arms, and legs at the same time.

Yue Guan's body trembled violently, and the golden light of the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum flashed wildly on his body, attempting to shatter these eerie chains.

But the chains, made of some unknown material, did not break when struck by the golden light; instead, they tightened even more.

With each flash of the silver runes flowing across the surface of the chains, a portion of his soul power was drawn away.

His Martial Soul True Body began to tremble violently, and the petals of the Tongtian Chrysanthemum phantom dimmed one by one.

"What is this?" Yue Guan gritted his teeth, trying his best to keep his Martial Soul True Body from dissipating.

But there were so many chains that his body was almost riddled with holes.

Eva did not answer him. She simply raised her right hand slowly, her fingers gently clenching in the air.

Dozens of silver chains tightened simultaneously, forcefully pulling Yue Guan down from mid-air.

His body arced through the air before being slammed heavily beside the ghost.

The two top Title Douluos from the Spirit Hall Elder Council lay side by side on the cold ground, their bodies bound by chains with flowing silver runes, looking extremely disheveled.

Ghost Leopard Douluo was also wrapped up like a dumpling by Ge Duo's vines and left next to Yue Guan and Gui Mei.

The three titled Douluo, all at level 95, were lying neatly on the frozen ground. One was wrapped in vines and unable to move, while the other two were chained and nailed to the ground.

Eva descended slowly from the sky, her silver boots making no sound as she stepped onto the frozen ground. She walked up to the three Title Douluos and looked down at them.

Yue Guan's moon-white robe was already stained beyond recognition with blood and dirt, and his ghostly black cloak was torn in several places, revealing pale, bloodless skin underneath.

Ghost Leopard Douluo was in the worst condition, with dozens of tiny bloody holes pierced by the poisonous thorns of the vines on his body, and his lips were purple, clearly indicating that he had been seriously poisoned.

"Elder Yueguan," Eva spoke, her voice still carrying that same lazy tone that never changed.

"People shouldn't be too arrogant. Look, my northern city walls haven't even collapsed yet, but many of your 100,000 troops have already fallen."

Yue Guan lay on the cold ground, blood still seeping from the spot where the silver chain had pierced his chest.

He looked up at the woman who was looking down at him, and at the calm indifference in her emerald eyes, which was as still as an ancient well. Suddenly, he felt a little absurd.

"Your cultivation level—" His voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible, each word pulling at the wound in his chest, causing the veins on his forehead to throb with pain, "was hidden very well."

He spent decades in the Spirit Hall, where he met countless geniuses and fought countless battles at the Title Douluo level.

Level 95 is a level that places him at the very top of the pyramid across the entire continent. Apart from figures like Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong, he fears no one.

But in that battle just now, his Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum was as fragile as paper in front of Eva's mirror. His eighth soul skill was completely swallowed up by an ancient mirror. He turned around and used his own soul skill to severely injure the ghost.

This isn't a contest between equals; it's a crushing defeat.

The only thing that could push him and Ghost, both level 95 titled Douluo, to this point is definitely not level 96, and even level 97 might not be able to do it.

This woman had been hiding her true abilities ever since the day she stepped into the Heavenly Dou Imperial Palace.

For over a decade, she played the role of a virtuous and gentle woman in the harem of Emperor Xueye, and for over a decade, she performed the role of an empress in the court of Xue Qinghe. Everyone thought she was just a lucky, shrewd queen who happened to have given birth to a genius daughter.

No one knows her true level of cultivation.

nobody.

Eva tilted her head slightly, a gesture that carried a touch of girlish innocence, but paired with her deep emerald eyes, it intensified the chill down Yue Guan's spine.

“Hidden?” she repeated the word, as if savoring a not-so-sweet candy.

"Elder Yueguan, you're wrong. I've never hidden anything; it's just that you've never asked."

Yue Guan's lips twitched violently.

Question: Who would ask a queen in the imperial harem, "What is your true cultivation level?"

What good would it do to ask?

Will she say it?

Eva looked at his speechless expression and the smile on her lips deepened.

She didn't say anything more, turned around, and walked towards the battlefield.

The silver-white outfit fluttered in the biting north wind, and the ferret fur trim around the collar gleamed softly in the morning light.

Behind her, on the frozen ground, three Spirit Hall Title Douluos lay side by side. One was impaled on the ground by silver chains, another was riddled with holes by the same chains, and the third was wrapped in vines like a dumpling waiting to be slaughtered.

If this scene were to reach Wuhun City, even Bibi Dong would likely remain silent for a long time.

But Eva didn't look at them again.

Her gaze passed over the towering walls of the Iron Gate Pass, over the defenders still fighting the remnants of the Martial Soul Empire, and landed on the battlefield further away, shrouded in dark green poisonous fog.

On the battlefield, screams rose like a tidal wave.

It wasn't just a few scattered cries of pain; it was the cacophony of screams from hundreds and thousands of people, like the wailing from the depths of hell.

The sound pierced through the roar of soul skills, the beating of war drums, and the hoarse commands of the generals, directly striking the eardrums of everyone still standing on the battlefield.

Then, more and more people started to fall down.

The flank formation of the Spirit Empire had already been torn open in several places during Dugu Bo's first wave of poisonous fog.

Those soldiers who were the first to inhale the poisonous fog have long since turned into dark green corpses on the frozen ground, their skin ulcerated, their muscles melted, and their bones still bearing dark marks left by the toxins.

But what truly caused the entire legion to begin to collapse was the speed at which the poisonous fog spread.

Panic, like another plague, spread wildly through the dense ranks of soldiers.

The soldiers in the front row pushed and shoved to the back, while the soldiers in the back row, unaware of what was happening in front, were pushed and staggered backward, turning the entire formation into complete chaos.

Several Soul Masters attempted to dispel the poisonous fog using their fire-based Soul Skills, but the fog did not dissipate after the flames burned through it; instead, it surged even more violently as if it had been enraged.

Several daring offensive-type Soul Masters attempted to rush into the poisonous fog to search for Dugu Bo's whereabouts, but they were killed in a few breaths after entering, and never came out again.

In the panic, everyone instinctively activated their soul power to protect themselves.

Soul rings lit up one after another amidst the dense military formation, yellow, purple, black, and other colors illuminating the entire battlefield with dazzling lights.

But these things that would normally save lives have now become death warrants. The most insidious aspect of the Azure Phosphorous Serpent King's Poison lies in this: it is not an ordinary poison; it corrodes soul power.

Those soul masters who tried to resist the poisonous fog by channeling their soul power were horrified to find that as soon as their soul power surged out of their bodies, it was like pouring a bucket of oil on a fire.

The toxins flowed upstream along the trajectory of the soul power, drilling into the meridians and seeping into the bone marrow, ten or even a hundred times faster than simply inhaling through the mouth and nose.

Large patches of dark green spots appeared on their bodies at a visible speed, their eyes became bloodshot, and blood-tinged foam gushed from their mouths and noses.

Some people fell with screams, while others collapsed onto the frozen ground before they could even utter a scream.

And those fallen corpses became new sources of poison.

The most terrifying aspect of the Jade Phosphorus King Venom is that it spreads upon contact with blood.

Each dead Soul Master is a new seed. Pale green mist begins to grow from their corpses, merging with the surrounding poisonous fog and making the entire battlefield increasingly thick.

With each person who falls, the toxic fog thickens.

Ten people fall, and the poisonous fog thickens considerably.

As hundreds or even thousands of people died one after another in this dark green fog, the poisonous fog seemed to come alive, spreading and multiplying on its own, no longer requiring Dugu Bo to control it.

Dugu Bo stood at the edge of the battlefield, the emerald green vertical pupils of the Azure Phosphorous Serpent King reflecting the hellish scene before him.

His original intention was simply to kill as many of the Spirit Empire's troops as possible, completely disrupt the formation on the flanks, and buy more time for the defenders of Iron Gate Pass.

He did indeed succeed. The three thousand-man squads on the flank of the Spirit Empire had been completely wiped out, and the follow-up troops were retreating frantically, their formation long since vanished.

But he didn't expect the toxic fog to get out of control.

He had lived for so many years and killed countless people with poison, but he had never released the Azure Phosphorous Serpent Emperor Poison at full power in such a dense military formation and with so many Soul Masters activating their Soul Power at the same time.