The Evil-Eyed Tyrant Lord roared angrily. Dozens of tentacles in an instant released rays of light. These rays did not have any light. They were all a pure black. When they had appeared at the same time, there was a great feeling of heaven and earth changing color.
The huge Taotie that Elder Xuan had transformed into had opened its bloody maw and, as much as possible, had swallowed these rays of light, consuming its attack. And these black rays themselves were not aimed at him, but had come straight for the Huo Yuhao in Zhongli Wu's embrace.
Elder Xuan, through his spiritual power's perception, could clearly feel their trajectory, yet he simply had no way to capture them. In a confrontation on the spiritual level, he was in the end still too far from the Evil-Eyed Tyrant Lord.
Ye Xishui suddenly took a step forward and came before Zhongli Wu. Behind her, a strange tower shadow had appeared. The Death God Tower had appeared out of nowhere, had grown in the wind, and in almost an instant, had soared to a height of ten meters. The giant tower had broken through the air. A light of resentful power had met the Evil Emperor's rays of light, and in the air, a tug-of-war of light beams had begun.
"Evil Emperor! Since you are so obstinate, don't blame my Holy Spirit Cult for being ruthless!"
Zhongli Wu, feeling that the three great limits were at his side, and that his own life was not in danger, had thus begun to mock wantonly.
With Ye Xishui joining the battle, Long Xiaoyao, who was concerned about her safety, naturally had no choice but to follow her into the battle. At this time, facing the situation of being surrounded by the three great Limit Douluos, even if he were as strong as the Evil Emperor, he had no choice but to retreat three she.
A black light sparkled on Long Xiaoyao's body. Pitch-black dragon scales quickly covered his entire body. A dark dragon claw was held high and had grabbed in the void.
One after another of a spatial rift had been suddenly torn open by the dark dragon claw, completely swallowing dozens of spiritual paralysis rays.
"Huh? Humans do have some tricks," the Evil Lord felt the pressure. Because after Long Xiaoyao's one dragon claw had been sent out, it was surprised to find that it had actually lost control of the rays.
Long Xiaoyao smiled indifferently and said, "The Evil Emperor's spiritual power is certainly invincible in the current world! Could it be that besides fighting head-on with spiritual power, it is not allowed to use other means to deal with you?"
What he had used was precisely the power of his bloodline.
After these few days of tempering and cultivating by Elder Xuan's side, he had finally had some of his own comprehension of the power of the dragon clan's bloodline. These comprehensions were not very profound, but for him now, they were on the contrary very useful.
The Evil-Eyed Tyrant Lord's pupil suddenly shrank for a moment. "The power of the bloodline. Very good, old man. Since we have already torn off all pretenses, today, no matter what, I, this one, will have to keep you all here. If I let you leave with the killing intent towards me, this one, maybe in the near future you will really be able to threaten me, this one."
Long Xiaoyao sighed and said, "Originally, we were planning to get along peacefully. Unfortunately, you have pressed us hard. In that case, then today, no matter what, we few old fellows will also have to kill you. It was you who first wanted to harm us. Don't blame us for being merciless."
The moment his voice fell, Long Xiaoyao's body had suddenly begun to have a change. A domineering dragon clan's pressure had in an instant burst out from his body. At the same time, influenced by the aura of the Dark Holy Dragon, the huge Taotie true body of Elder Xuan had also become a few points more solid.
Just as the Holy Spirit Cult and the Evil-Eyed Tyrant Lord were about to have a heaven-shaking great battle, the main consciousness in the deepest part of Huo Yuhao's spiritual sea had also quietly seeped out, lightly triggering the silver dragon reverse scale on his chest.
As early as more than two years ago, Zhongli Wu had searched his entire body and had stubbornly not found the method to open the Kamui other dimension. And his entire body, counting over and over again, only the silver dragon reverse scale pendant was the most suspicious. Unfortunately, this thing simply could not be taken off.
For this, Zhongli Wu had specially left a spiritual brand on the silver dragon reverse scale, to observe if Huo Yuhao would use this scale to do anything.
This was the reverse scale of the Silver Dragon King, a part of the Dragon God's half-body. How could a mere Super Douluo or a Limit Douluo possibly plant a brand on Gu Yuena's reverse scale? Zhongli Wu's spiritual brand had in an instant been melted away.
Because Huo Yuhao had before, with Zhongli Wu's puppet wife, been locked in the secret room, and had been unable to trigger the reverse scale to transmit a message, this had led to him for three years being unable to contact the outside world. In the eyes of the various countries on the continent, he had been as if he had retreated into seclusion, having lost all news.
Now, this silver dragon reverse scale had once again been exposed to the outside world. As long as the Silver Dragon King could sense his position, she would be able to save him from the hands of the Holy Spirit Cult.
The great battle was still continuing. No one would pay attention to the Huo Yuhao whose shell was already like a puppet, that he could still use his spiritual power to make a final struggle—
The Evil Emperor's huge pupil had contracted, expanded. This time, it had completely turned an ink-green. A terrifying aura of slaughter, with its huge body as the center, had spread outwards.
"Light of Destruction!" The Evil-Eyed Tyrant Lord's voice was filled with a strange tone. Every time a word was spoken, the air would strangely twist for a moment. A terrifying to the extreme spiritual power was as if it had already condensed into a solid. The next instant, a ray of an ink-green light with a diameter of only about a hundred meters had shot out, directly shining on a group of evil soul masters.
Zhongli Wu and the others did not know that the larger the diameter of the eye light that the Evil-Eyed Tyrant Lord had released, the smaller its power. And the smaller the diameter, the greater its power. This one ray of the light of destruction, even if the Beast God Di Tian were here and wanted to block it, he would also have to pay no small price.
"Ah—" Several Titled Douluo-level evil soul masters let out a miserable cry and all fell from the sky one after another. Their souls had been heavily injured. There were even a few whose consciousness had even been shattered.
Long Xiaoyao, Ye Xishui, and Xuan Zi, the three great Limit Douluos, did not dare to be negligent in the slightest. The degree of the Evil Emperor's threat to humans, in some aspects, was even above the Beast God Di Tian's.
Among the three great Limit Douluos, if one were to say whose attack power was the strongest, it would surely be the Death God Douluo, Ye Xishui, who possessed a nearly-level-ten soul tool, the Death God Tower.
Facing the Evil Emperor, she had unhesitatingly driven her Death God's light. The blood-red light, mixed with a massive amount of resentful spirits, every time it had hit the Evil Emperor's huge body, the latter had had no choice but to spend some effort to deal with the negative effects brought by the resentful spirits.
"Blood Soul Demonic Puppet, your martial soul has to devour a soul to evolve. It seems that what you have harmed before was not just our soul beasts, but you have also harmed who knows how many humans. This what-so-called Death God soul tool is clearly just an amplifier for your martial soul. Every time you release it, how many resentful spirits do you have to consume? Every resentful spirit is a living human being that can only be condensed after they have been killed. Even our soul beasts cannot supplement it. On your hands, the blood you have been stained with is really no small amount," the Evil Emperor saw the origin of Ye Xishui's martial soul and said with a sinister smile. It was not like the Beast God Di Tian, who cared so much about the life and death of his subjects. This Blood Soul Demonic Puppet, for it, was also a great supplement for its spiritual power.
A strange look appeared on Ye Xishui's face. This Evil Emperor, on the outside, looked just like a tentacle monster with a large eyeball, with a fragile and unbearable appearance. She had not expected that on the contrary, it could take her light of resentful power one after another and not be too affected. No wonder that back then, it had stubbornly taken a Dragon God's Claw from Di Tian and had also been able to withdraw with its whole body. This second rank among the ten great ferocious beasts was not an undeserved reputation.