Chapter 132: Undead Calamity! Single-handedly Disrupting the Battlefield
Deafening explosions and shrill wails intertwined in the central plaza of Mingdu, while acrid smoke mixed with the scent of blood permeated the air.
Amidst this life-or-death chaos, Lin Sheng's eyes suddenly lit up with a brilliant crimson glow.
He did not rush forward immediately.
Instead, utilizing his vast, sea-like mental force, he condensed his voice into a single thread, causing it to boom simultaneously in everyone's minds.
"Teacher, everyone, stay where you are. Nobody make a move!"
"Lin Sheng, have you lost your mind?!"
Sect Master Du Busi's voice, filled with shock and anger, instantly rebounded through the Spiritual link.
"With such chaos, this is the perfect opportunity to kill Crown Prince Xu Tianran. You want me to hold back?!"
"Listen to me!"
Lin Sheng's voice was chillingly devoid of warmth, yet carried undeniable insight.
"The reason Crown Prince Xu Tianran went to such lengths to orchestrate this scene, even dragging hundreds of thousands of civilians to their deaths, is not just to purge his dissenters, but to pin this monstrous hatred squarely on the three nations of the original Douluo Continent!"
"If you, the Super Douluo and Limit Douluo renowned across the continent, make a move now, you will fall completely into his trap."
"Even if we join forces to kill Crown Prince Xu Tianran today, the subjects of the Sun Moon Empire will view the three original nations as their mortal enemies, and there will only be another Crown Prince Xu Tianran."
Lin Sheng's tone was icy, yet it made everyone calm down and start thinking about the situation.
"So, leave it to me."
"But facing Dragon Emperor Douluo Long Xiaoyao and the Evil Soul Masters alone is too dangerous."
Qiu'er's anxious voice came through.
The corners of Lin Sheng's mouth, hidden beneath his hood, curled slightly into a smile of arrogant detachment: "Leave it to me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Sheng's figure trembled slightly, and his entire being faded into thin air right before everyone's eyes.
...
By now, the central avenue had completely turned into a slaughterhouse.
Tens of thousands of civilians were being trampled in a frenzy under the baptism of the crimson light pillars, and the royal spirit tool master legion had also fallen into great chaos.
Suddenly...
Some high-ranking officials and royal loyalists of the Sun Moon Empire, who were usually arrogant and overbearing, suddenly burst into clusters of eerie, pitch-black flames without any warning.
"Ah—!"
The screams ceased as soon as they began.
The black Amaterasu flames were like maggots on a corpse; they carried no temperature, yet they bore the Law of Karma that destroyed everything.
"This... what kind of technique is this?!"
"There's no fluctuation of Soul Power! Who is it?! Who exactly is attacking from the shadows?!"
The experts around them were completely terrified.
This unknown and eerie way of dying was far more despair-inducing than the straightforward, booming crimson light pillars in the sky.
"Who?!"
Crown Prince Xu Tianran, sitting on his black war chariot, naturally noticed this scene. His handsome face, which had been pretending to be panicked under the cover of his ministers, instantly darkened.
A flash of shock and fury crossed his eyes.
This was definitely not the work of the Holy Spirit Cult!
Outside of his plan, a second, uncontrollable mysterious force had actually appeared?
"Damn it, drag that rat hiding in the shadows out for me!"
Crown Prince Xu Tianran roared lowly.
However, just as his voice fell, an invisible blade compressed from extreme mental force, carrying a sharpness capable of tearing Souls apart, shot out silently from the void, aiming straight for Crown Prince Xu Tianran's throat!
"Boom—!"
Just as the Spiritual blade was about to pierce Crown Prince Xu Tianran, the space behind him collapsed eerily.
A pitch-black palm, weathered yet containing World-destroying power, reached out from thin air and gripped hard... It actually crushed the Spiritual blade, which was powerful enough to instantly kill an ordinary Titled Douluo, right in the void.
"Senior Dragon Emperor..."
Crown Prince Xu Tianran felt a surge of joy.
The moment Dragon Emperor Douluo Long Xiaoyao appeared, his deep, aged eyes erupted with blinding divine light, and his powerful Limit Douluo Divine Sense instantly swept across every inch of space within a few miles like a tidal wave.
However, his brows furrowed tightly together.
He couldn't catch even a trace of the person who had attacked!
"How is it possible... to be able to cloak even my perception?"
For the first time, a trace of imperceptible chill welled up in Dragon Emperor Douluo Long Xiaoyao's heart.
"Boom!!!"
At the same time, sharp whistling sounds erupted again in the sky.
Accompanied by figures emanating powerful Soul Power fluctuations leaping from the shadows—naturally, these were the death squads that Crown Prince Xu Tianran and the Holy Spirit Cult had long since arranged.
"Bastards! Do you really think my Mingde Hall is just for show?!"
Hall Master Jing Hongchen was currently powering his ninth-class defensive spirit tool, the Red Dust Shelter, to its full capacity.
"Rumble—!"
While frantically popping Medicinal Pills to restore his Soul Power, he desperately resisted the combined attacks of several Evil Soul Masters and death squad members.
However, just as Hall Master Jing Hongchen gritted his teeth, preparing to mobilize the linked defensive line of Mingde Hall, in the void behind him, a pair of crimson eyes filled with intricate, bewitching patterns suddenly opened.
"Boom!"
A strand of invisible yet supreme Spiritual halo instantly submerged into Hall Master Jing Hongchen's mind.
Hall Master Jing Hongchen, in a state of extreme tension, had not expected a Spiritual sneak attack at the level of Divine Sense from behind.
In that instant... the World before his eyes completely lost its color, his consciousness seemed to be dragged into an endlessly rotating crimson vortex, and he instantly lost focus.
He fell into a state of absolute stupor.
A half-second opening was already lethal enough.
"Bang—!"
Three eighth-class fixed spirit tool shells slammed heavily into the weakest node of the Red Dust Shelter, and the golden giant shield, having lost its Soul Power maintenance, instantly shattered like a mirror.
Hall Master Jing Hongchen spat out a large mouthful of blood, his life or death unknown, having completely lost his combat ability.
...
Amidst the rolling waves of air, Lin Sheng's figure slowly appeared atop a towering spirit tool obelisk.
He looked down at the battlefield below, which was now completely out of control, a cold and cruel arc hanging at the corner of his mouth.
"Senior Yi, sorry to bother you."
He said in a low voice.
Lin Sheng gripped the empty air with his right hand, and a staff made entirely of pitch-black material, with a grayish-white skull embedded at the top that exuded an aura of endless deathly silence, appeared in his palm just like that!
"Come forth, servants wandering the boundary of life and death! Let this land of sin listen to the dirge of the undead!"
"Crack... crack..."
In an instant, the hard ground of the central plaza, paved with rare metals and granite, cracked open without warning into bottomless, pitch-black fissures.
Countless streams of suffocating, grayish-white undead Death Qi surged wildly from the fissures, instantly turning the area for several miles around into a ghastly Netherworld.
Under the horrified gazes of countless civilians and spirit tool masters... undead knights, riding skeletal warhorses, their bodies burning with ghostly green Soul flames, and holding pale white bone spears, charged out frantically!
"Kill—!"
These undead knights had no warmth of the living, only a craving for flesh and blood and an absolute will to kill.
They trampled everything around them in a frenzy.
"Evil Soul Master! This is the highest forbidden spell of the Evil Soul Masters!"
"The Holy Spirit Cult is going to turn us all into zombies! Run!"
Due to the pure, deathly, and evil nature of Necromancy, those Mingdu civilians and ordinary spirit tool masters who were unaware of the truth naturally attributed this sudden Undead Calamity to a surprise attack by the Holy Spirit Cult!
Panic increased exponentially.
Crown Prince Xu Tianran's originally perfect plan was completely shattered at this moment by this uncontrollable army of bones.
"..."
A moment later, Lin Sheng put away the Necromancy staff.
He no longer paid attention to the spirit tool masters caught in the bitter battle, but instead, utilizing space translocation, he tapped his toes lightly and landed in front of the black war chariot.
He stood there quietly, no more than ten zhang away from Dragon Emperor Douluo Long Xiaoyao, one of the three great Limit Douluo of the current era.
"It's you..." Dragon Emperor Douluo Long Xiaoyao's voice was low like thunder.
Facing the terrifying pressure of this Limit Douluo—a pressure capable of forcing an ordinary Titled Douluo to their knees—Lin Sheng acted as if he were bathing in a spring breeze.
He lifted his head slightly.
His pair of complex, crimson Sharingan flickered with an unfathomable depth, and he flashed a somewhat teasing smile at the battle-ready Dragon Emperor Douluo Long Xiaoyao.
"We meet again."
Lin Sheng's voice echoed calmly between the two.