"Playing tricks! Go!" Qian Jun Douluo sneered as he looked at the increasingly dense red mist. He gathered soul power in his hand, and his palm swept across the red mist coiling around the corpses, dispersing them to reveal extremely abnormal deathly gray bones and minced flesh beneath the mist.
These three corpses had one thing in common: there was no blood.
"Elder Qian Jun, this is the Killing God's method! Be careful!" Hu Liena, protected in the center, shouted urgently.
At the same time, a burst of white light erupted from her. Six spirit rings continuously flashed. The massive external spirit bone fox tail behind her swept out, unleashing surging energy. But under the pressure that seemed to freeze the very air, this energy was like a drop in the bucket. It could barely cover everyone from the Spirit Hall, warding off the invasion of the blood mist.
"Able to use the Killing God Domain to resist the erosion. A very agile reaction."
A cold, sinister male voice came from the blood mist, but its source was indistinguishable, forcing them to huddle together defensively, vigilant of their surroundings.
"Whoosh—"
The blood mist previously dispersed by Qian Jun Douluo seemed to be drawn towards a certain direction within the thick fog, and everyone's gaze immediately focused there.
Within the dense blood mist, a tall figure's outline gradually became clear.
A blood-red long robe, a stand-up collar cloak.
The man's silver-white hair was shrouded in an ominous bloody light, and his handsome, pale face exuded icy killing intent directed at them. A pair of huge blood-red bat wings unfurled behind him, their surfaces covered with patterns like flowing blood.
He held Tang Sui, who appeared small and delicate in comparison, in one hand. The blood mist that had previously flown out was all surging towards Tang Sui.
What made them even more apprehensive was that under the nourishment of the blood mist, Tang Sui seemed to be absorbing energy from it. Her tightly furrowed breath gradually smoothed, and the gash on her forehead no longer bled, showing signs of scabbing.
Upon seeing the man's appearance clearly, Hu Liena's breath hitched, her voice tightening, "The King... of Killing..."
The King of Killing they saw this time seemed different from the one they had seen a year ago.
Because the King of Killing before them had strange, winding blood patterns like thorns appearing on his pale skin, a sword-shaped demonic mark on his forehead, and an indescribable sense of horror about his entire being, as if... another ferocious beast trapped within this body had emerged, completely separating the King of Killing from the realm of humanity!
Except for Yan and Xie Yue, who couldn't comprehend the terrifying power, the expressions of everyone else sank in unison, including Qian Jun Douluo, who stood as if facing a great enemy.
The King of Killing raised his eyes, but his gaze bypassed the three Titled Douluo and the Golden Generation in the center, falling instead on the two red-robed bishop Soul Douluo on the outer perimeter. He spoke with an unfathomable tone, "Not enough."
What?
Everyone was stunned, not having time to comprehend the meaning of the King of Killing's words.
In the next second, a blood-red figure swept past. Qian Jun Douluo, who reacted quickly, his face stern, activated his eighth dark spirit ring. The Panlong Staff, his spirit avatar, heavily smashed down towards the rapidly approaching blood-red figure.
"Eighth Spirit Ability, Qian Jun Yi Zhi!"
Countless illusory images of the staff appeared out of nowhere, all converging onto Qian Jun Douluo's Panlong Staff, causing it to instantly swell significantly. He fiercely swung it towards the King of Killing who was closing in.
The King of Killing, holding the small cub, didn't even spare a glance for the attacking Qian Jun Douluo. The bat wings behind him, which had been retracted, suddenly unfurled, directly shattering the protective aura of the Panlong Staff and reverting the enlarged staff to its original size. Along with its owner, he was blasted away by the bat wings, crashing through three thick trees before finally stopping.
All of this happened in an instant.
The others had no time to react or be shocked that the eighth spirit ability of the level 96 Qian Jun Douluo had been so easily broken. A blood-red light suddenly flashed before their eyes. The person had already landed in the mid-air not far away, leisurely observing them, the trapped human spirit masters.
What did he do?!
This question instinctively arose in their minds.
"Ah—!"
The two Soul Douluo-level red-robed bishops near the outer perimeter let out heart-wrenching screams, like wailing spirits lingering on the battlefield, their entire bodies stained with a bloody hue.
"Kill me! Ah!!"
Under the horrified gaze of Yue Guan and others, who were pushing them back to protect Hu Liena and the others, the two dignified Soul Douluo-level spirit masters, amidst a deafening roar, exploded with a "bang," their bodies erupting. Blood and shattered limbs were clearly visible in their sight.
Then, the scattered blood and flesh, like foam evaporating upon reaching the sky, merged into the blood mist.
Qian Jun Douluo, who had been repelled, keenly observed that after the tragic deaths of the two Soul Douluo, two more concentrated masses of blood mist floated into the air and drifted towards Tang Sui in the King of Killing's arms.
Qian Jun Douluo, who had finally grasped the meaning of "not enough," his expression changed drastically. He looked at the King of Killing in disbelief and said hoarsely, "He... he's refining our people into energy to feed Tang Sui!"
This utterly inhuman, beastly act sent chills down everyone's spines.
Yue Guan and Gui Mei exchanged horrified glances, suddenly recalling another person who refined powerful spirit masters into energy to nourish herself – their Pope, Bibi Dong.
But Bibi Dong at least stood with the Spirit Hall, whereas this person clearly appeared to be an outright enemy!
"This is too much! Let's fight them!"
Their stance of being utterly disrespected completely reversed.
Witnessing two more red-robed bishops at the Soul Douluo level die before their eyes, one of whom was even a teacher who had taught them practical combat at the Spirit Hall Academy, Yan was enraged and wanted to charge forward but was held back tightly by Yue Guan.
"Don't do anything foolish!" Gui Mei said sternly.
"But Elder Gui..." Yan was unwilling to be toyed with like prey.
He would rather die fighting than be a puppet for the other party!
"Gui Mei is right... cough cough... The King of Killing is a... level 99... Peerless Douluo!" Su Dan Xiaoshuo Wang.
Over there, Qian Jun Douluo, slowly getting up from the ground, had fine sweat beading on his forehead.
Under that single blow, he had directly broken six ribs, and an unknown energy had invaded his body, slowly gnawing at his soul power!
But what made it even more difficult for him was the mountain-like, sea-like, and endless terrifying pressure. Even though his soul power had reached level 96, every level above 95 was a chasm, let alone after surpassing level 98, there was another level entirely, level 99, which truly entered the demigod realm!
A strike from a level 99 Peerless Douluo could lightly shatter mountains, and heavily, an entire empire might not be out of the question.
Qian Jun Douluo's words made Yan and the others' hearts sink to the bottom.
A level 99 Peerless Douluo... Forget completing the mission, whether they could even escape from his hands was now a question mark!