Chapter 203: Charging Straight Into the Holy Spirit Cult's Lair!
"What use do I even have for you all!"
Boom!
A roar, deep and terrifying like that of an abyssal demon, echoed through the hall.
Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to even breathe loudly.
The Ghost Emperor was furious beyond measure. Recently, not a single one of the Holy Spirit Cult's plans had succeeded.
This damn worthless organization—he didn't want to stay another minute.
He ought to just refine them all into ash!
A bunch of useless trash!
After a moment of thought, the Ghost Emperor considered how to resolve their current desperate situation.
"In that case, begin preparations to sacrifice the entire Heaven Dou Continent. The Demon Emperor's resurrection must not fail. Without it, we cannot open the Gate of the Abyss, nor allow the Abyss to invade Douluo."
The Dark Hummingbird hesitated, anxiety flickering across her face. "Cult Master, I fear that won't be enough~"
The Heaven Dou Continent was home to two empires—the Heaven Soul Empire and the Lingdou Empire—locked in endless war. Their populations were already thin.
Even though the Holy Spirit Cult had secretly influenced the empires' upper echelons to restrict warfare, the hatred between them had festered for over ten thousand years. Even the Holy Spirit Cult, which glorified slaughter and death, couldn't stop the cycle of bloodshed.
As a result, there simply weren't enough lives to meet the sacrifice quota.
Forcing the sacrifice could even cause the Demon Emperor to resurrect incomplete or insane—a mindless disaster, a pure waste.
The Ghost Emperor sighed. "Then I'll make a trip to the deep sea. If the numbers are insufficient, we'll use the sea soul beasts to make up for it."
The Douluo Federation was out of the question. If they invaded there, they'd simply be surrounded and annihilated before they could blink.
As for the Xingluo Federation, ever since Shrek Academy's reemergence, the Holy Spirit Cult's branches there had collapsed drastically.
"All Titled Douluo of the Cult are to abandon their current missions and follow me to the deep sea. We'll slaughter the sea soul beasts en masse if necessary—for the Demon Emperor's resurrection!"
At that moment, the Dark Bell Nana Li spoke cautiously, "Cult Master, I have obtained an extremely secret piece of information from within the Douluo Federation. It's said that a certain family possesses a method to communicate with another dimension."
"Another dimension?"
The Ghost Emperor's interest piqued instantly.
He knew full well the Douluo Continent was bound by its plane's limitations. Even if one reached outer space, without soul power one would eventually lose direction and vanish into the cosmos.
Finding another plane—or a planet inhabited by life—was nearly impossible.
"A foreign plane? How did you learn this?"
Nana Li didn't hide it. She revealed the source directly.
"It's the Yuanen Clan. They possess a connection to a demonic plane—a plane of evil."
"The Demon Plane?"
"The Demon Plane functions much like the Abyssal Plane. It devours other planes to strengthen itself and expand its range of conquest. But unlike the Abyss, the Demon Plane can project its power through demonic seeds—embedding those seeds into human soul masters, mutating them."
"The soul masters who bear those demonic seeds serve as the plane's spies, infiltrating other worlds. When the moment is right, they can open the Demon Gate and draw the Demon Plane into the world."
"And right now, a woman from the Yuanen Clan has already been implanted with such a demonic seed—and has awakened a Fallen Angel martial soul."
As Nana Li's report sank in, the Ghost Emperor rubbed his chin, his mind racing.
A plane similar to the Abyssal Plane? How interesting.
It seemed he had found another plane that could cooperate with his cult.
The Ghost Emperor didn't care if planes were devoured or destroyed. He sought only to spread death—to harvest its aura, to ascend to godhood.
If an alliance could be forged… all the better.
"But the Yuanen Clan is a reclusive lineage," Nana Li continued. "It's said that they possess extraordinary power—two Limit Douluo among them."
"Hardly worth concern."
The Ghost Emperor chuckled coldly.
Even among Limit Douluo, there were levels. He himself wielded quasi-god strength.
If those recluses truly matched his power, they wouldn't still be hiding away from the world.
"Prepare yourselves. We depart for the Douluo Federation immediately!"
"You won't have that chance!"
A booming voice thundered as a long staff descended from the heavens.
The Ghost Emperor's expression froze in astonishment.
What?!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
In the depths of a mountain range, Qian Gu Dongfeng and Qian Gu Qingfeng stood coldly overlooking the enemy below.
"Tower Master, allow me!"
As the master of the Spirit Transmission Tower, Qian Gu Dongfeng's strength was slightly weaker than his brother's.
Qian Gu Qingfeng, unlike the main family, hadn't inherited the ancestral Panlong Staff martial soul.
Instead, he possessed a mighty weapon spirit—
The Purgatory Halberd!
"Ghost Emperor, die!"
At that instant, both quasi-gods unleashed their full might.
Qian Gu Dongfeng, meanwhile, locked down the entire Holy Spirit Cult headquarters with spiritual energy, making escape impossible.
None would leave alive!
The Purgatory Halberd shone brilliantly, its overlapping shadow strikes crashing down as Qian Gu Qingfeng charged forward without hesitation.
"Excellent! I never expected the Spirit Transmission Tower to be so reckless! To come alone against my cult? Where's the Federation? Where's the Douluo Federation?"
Even as he shouted, terror filled the Ghost Emperor's heart.
If the Federation joined this assault, then truly—there would be no way out!
Damn it!
His message had barely been sent—and they had already pinpointed his location?
Now they were here to kill him!
How could this be? The Holy Spirit Cult hadn't even provoked the Spirit Transmission Tower!
If it had been the Federation or Shrek Academy, he could have understood.
But the Spirit Transmission Tower?
Still, this wasn't the time to dwell on that.
Against two Limit Douluo, even he couldn't win.
To step into Limit Douluo meant transcending ordinary soul masters—approaching the divine domain.
Perhaps he could fight one, but never both.
"Come forth!"
Clearly, the Spirit Transmission Tower wasn't here to spare anyone.
"Damn it!"
A colossal skull materialized, unleashing waves of blood energy that surged like a crimson tide.
"Youming Slash!"
Qian Gu Qingfeng didn't even flinch.
An evil soul master was still an evil soul master—his power didn't belong to him, and it never would.
A devastating arc of energy tore through the air toward the Ghost Emperor, forcing him to retreat into his giant skull to block the blow.
All around them, the Spirit Transmission Tower's forces clashed with those of the Holy Spirit Cult.
Holy Spirit Cult's Rank 95 Super Douluo, Dark Hummingbird—versus Spirit Transmission Tower's Rank 95 Bloodthirsty Douluo, Yun Tianheng.
Holy Spirit Cult's Rank 95 Super Douluo, Dark Bell—versus Spirit Transmission Tower's Rank 96 Fist Emperor Douluo, Da Mo.
Titled Douluo on both sides locked into deadly combat.
Suddenly, a hauntingly melodic zither melody echoed through the battlefield.
The Spirit Transmission Tower fighters froze—then erupted in angry curses. "So dishonorable!"
"Honor? Against a bunch of evil soul masters? Take this, you bastards!"
A bloodthirsty grin twisted Yun Tianheng's mouth as he charged forward with ferocious speed.
The Rank 97 Soundwave Douluo—Han Yun Douluo Xia Zhengleng—had entered the fray!
(END CHAPTER)
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