Chapter 362 The Bizarre Nightmare Beast.
Having slain the dying Nether Thunder Douluo with a single sword strike, Ye Guyi received feedback, her soul power instantly surging two levels.
At this moment, the angelic phantom behind Ye Guyi erupted with a layer of brilliant gold, and six pure white wings quietly unfolded. At this instant, dazzling golden flames enveloped Ye Guyi's exquisite body, and her Hurricane Battlefield Soul Ring was also rendered a dazzling gold.
"A six-winged angel?" Nightmare Douluo was utterly horrified, his voice cracking.
A six-winged angel, unseen on the continent for nearly ten thousand years, had been encountered by the two of them today; they had nowhere to cry.
Nightmare Douluo's heart sank to the bottom as he looked at the man and three women slowly surrounding him, filled with murderous intent. The next instant, the Nightmare Beast's purplish-pink light and shadow suddenly became illusory, then transformed into a hazy mist. Nightmare Douluo's own body had vanished.
"Playing tricks!" Ma Xiaotiao, transformed into a phoenix of ultimate power, let out a resounding cry that echoed throughout the arena.
"Eighth Soul Skill, Phoenix Dance of the Nine Heavens!"
The swooping phoenix paused in mid-air, its wings spread to their maximum extent, before its entire body began to circle. Radiant halos of light were created by its wings. The resounding cry continued to echo across the sky. Intense, blazing red bands of light expanded outwards, and Wu Xuan felt his soul power rapidly draining away. The numerous corpses below, long dead, were instantly reduced to ashes by the intense heat.
"Hmph! Let's see if you die!" After nearly ten seconds of scorching heat, Ma Xiaotao, having ended her Martial Soul True Form state, gracefully descended. Her eighth soul skill was from the 100,000-year-old Blazing Apricot Blossom, its power so great that even a Title Douluo would only face certain death if they took it head-on.
"Hehehe!" As the phoenix flames faded, a strange, eerie laugh suddenly rang out, and the illusory purple-pink light and shadow instantly transformed into a Nightmare Beast. The Nightmare Beast opened its massive maw, unleashing a torrent of eerie purple light that engulfed Ma Xiaotao.
Not only was Ma Xiaotao in disbelief, but Ye Guyi's eyes widened in shock. How could this be? The evil soul master's life force had clearly vanished; how could it still be alive?
Wu Xuan, standing nearby, was also momentarily stunned. Could the Nightmare Douluo's life or death within his domain deceive his senses?
Just as Ma Xiaotao's phoenix flames surged, preparing to withstand the attack, a dazzling light shone behind her. The bright moon that had been hanging behind Zhang Lexuan flashed out instantly.
"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul True Body!"
On the other side, Zhang Lexuan's body turned completely silver-white, the incandescent light illuminating every detail around her. In mid-air, the bright moon expanded at an astonishing speed, instantly exceeding a hundred meters in diameter.
"Sixth Soul Skill, Undying Moonlight!"
A hazy white light, the brilliant moonlight, slammed into the eerie purple light, shattering the Nightmare Demon Douluo's surprise attack. It vanished like smoke.
The Nightmare Demon Beast truly lived up to its reputation as a top-tier evil spirit; since its direct confrontation with evil spirit masters, the abilities it unleashed were the most unpredictable.
The advantage of having someone backing them up was now evident; otherwise, Ma Xiaotao would certainly have been injured by the Nightmare Demon Douluo's sudden attack. If she were injured, the risk of the four being exposed would have multiplied several times over.
After all, those evil soul masters weren't fools.
The attack was fruitless, and Nightmare Douluo's heart tightened; the Nightmare Beast once again transformed into a hazy, light purple mist.
He couldn't fight anymore. At this moment, Nightmare Douluo was filled with extreme fear. The death of Nether Thunder Douluo hadn't actually been a huge blow to him, because he had his own escape methods. As the eighth elder of the Holy Spirit Sect, he wasn't suited for combat; he was an agility-type soul master. His forte was surprise attacks and assassinations.
His ability to make his Martial Soul True Body ethereal was maintained by using his primordial soul power. In this state, his life force was reduced to zero, and a single primordial power allowed him to ignore all damage for two seconds. This was also why, despite possessing a top-tier evil martial soul, he hadn't constructed a soul core. Frequent escapes meant his primordial soul power rarely reached its full potential.
But Nightmare Douluo never expected Ma Xiaotao's eighth soul skill to be a continuous soul skill.
Although he dodged Ma Xiaotao's fatal impact unscathed, his primordial soul power was depleted by nearly half. This was the foundation he had built up for constructing his soul core.
"Heh heh, you've seen my abilities now! Although I'm no match for you, you're far from enough to kill me," Nightmare Demon Douluo boasted.
"Is that so! I don't believe such a defense comes without any cost!" A strong silver-white light suddenly blazed brightly, and the bright moon behind Senior Sister Zhang Lexuan had transformed into a silver moon. The bright moonlight truly made it seem as if a moon was rising within Wu Xuan's domain. The moonlight swirled, and the surrounding air violently distorted and shattered. An absolute dark vacuum formed around this silver moon. Eight soul rings—two yellow, two purple, three black, and one red—rose one after another.
"Let me go, and I can use my martial soul aura to not reveal any information about you," Nightmare Demon Douluo panicked instantly. Another 100,000-year soul ring! The 100,000-year soul ring that Title Douluos dreamed of was now completely worthless, being released at will. Nightmare Demon Douluo just wanted to slap himself hard. What was he so smug about being surrounded?
"Eighth Soul Skill, Blood Moon Eclipse!"
Without any reaction, the senior sister, who had ascended into the air, stood before the silver moon, her hands forming a strange gesture. The last of her tiers, a blood-red halo, was slowly rising around her. The silver moon was gradually stained by the blood-red light, transforming into a blood moon. In an instant, a stench of blood and gore swept through the air.
"I'll risk it all!" Nightmare Douluo thought bitterly. He was still confident that his less than forty percent of his original soul power could withstand this round of ten-thousand-year soul skill. He refused to believe that the little beast's domain could withstand so many large-scale destructive attacks in succession.
The blood-red light shot out, and the air seemed to evaporate instantly. The pale purple mist that Nightmare Douluo had transformed into was instantly stained crimson upon contact. Then, the dense crimson color spread rapidly, and Nightmare Douluo, now in mist, felt a sea of blood churning before his eyes. The next moment, his own blood and qi seemed to surge as well.
In an instant, the Nightmare Demon Douluo couldn't withstand it any longer, and the mist was forced to gather, restoring his true form.
"Gotcha! Let's see how arrogant you are!" Wu Xuan, who had been waiting for a long time, attacked in shock.
Boom!
As Wu Xuan slowly raised his right hand, amidst the explosive sound of rapidly gathering air currents, a hurricane-sized hand, seven or eight zhang in size, appeared out of thin air, and then slowly rose along with Wu Xuan's momentum.
(End of Chapter)