Chapter 28: Undead Space, Summoning the Seven Powerhouses
After deciding to cultivate several native god-level powerhouses for the Douluo Plane, Lei Chen wasted no more time. His consciousness instantly sank into the plane's origin, locking onto the Undead Demi-plane that had perfectly merged with the Douluo Plane.
Now, this domain that once belonged to Electrolux had become a unique subsidiary space of the Douluo Plane. The aura of death and eternal loneliness permeating within was perfectly suited as the venue for this "audience"—mysterious and intimidating enough.
Lei Chen's intent was like an invisible giant net, covering the entire Douluo Douluo in an instant, directly locking onto the seven existences with the most powerful auras.
Three Level 99 Limit Douluos—Mu En of Shrek, Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao of the Holy Spirit Cult; and three Level 98 Super Douluos—Xuan Zi of Shrek, Poison Immortal of the Body Sect, and Zhongli Wu of the Holy Spirit Cult.
After a brief moment of contemplation, Lei Chen's "gaze" landed on someone within the Sun Moon Empire: Kong Deming, who despite having only level 95 Soul Power, possessed combat strength comparable to a Limit Douluo thanks to the class 10 spirit tool, the "silver moon divine light shield."
"It shall be these seven." With a thought from Lei Chen, the authority of the Plane Master was activated silently.
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In the Undead Demi-plane, the sky held that eternally unchanging, eerie black sun, emitting a ghostly purple light that illuminated the pitch-black earth in a scene of desolate silence.
Suddenly, space distorted simultaneously at seven different locations. In the next moment, seven figures, bearing expressions of shock and uncertainty, were forcibly pulled from their respective locations by a majestic power they completely could not understand or resist, and were cast into this strange world.
"Who is it?!"
"What sacred being is this?!"
The seven of them reacted almost at the same time. Majestic Soul Power erupted instantly, and brilliant Soul Rings rose from beneath their feet, illuminating the deathly silent space with flowing colors.
Light radiated from all around Mu En, the Light Holy Dragon appearing faintly; the blood soul demonic puppet beside Ye Xishui was hideous and twisted, emitting a heart-palpitating evil aura; behind Long Xiaoyao, the Darkness Holy Dragon coiled, exuding a profound majesty.
The heavy aura of Xuan Zi's Gluttonous Divine Bull spread out; Poison Immortal's Body Martial Soul True Body manifested, his muscles knotted and brimming with a sense of power; behind Zhongli Wu, the death god demon puppet emerged, flickering with ghostly light.
Although Kong Deming had the lowest Soul Power level, several incredibly exquisite spirit tool cores already floated before him, emitting dangerous energy fluctuations.
The seven powerhouses standing at the apex of the Douluo were all on full alert now, their sharp gazes scanning the eerie surroundings and... each other!
When they clearly saw the people beside them, the shock in their hearts intensified.
Shrek, the Body Sect, the Sun Moon Empire, and Evil Soul Masters... almost all the strongest members of the Douluo's top forces had been forcibly gathered here at the same time!
For a moment, no one spoke. The air was thick with extreme tension and suspicion, with only the faint, indistinct roars of the undead coming from the depths of the Undead Space adding to the eeriness.
After the silence and confrontation lasted for about a dozen breaths, Poison Immortal's bell-like giant eyes suddenly locked onto the ethereal-looking and complex-faced Long Xiaoyao. A surge of anger accumulated over decades instantly broke through the dam of his reason.
"Long Xiaoyao! You despicable villain! Give me your life!"
Poison Immortal roared. He didn't even have time to think about the strangeness of this place or the source of that irresistible force. His massive body shot out like a cannonball, his fist carrying terrifying power capable of shattering mountains and cracking stones as it aimed straight for Long Xiaoyao's face.
He could never forget that it was this man who instigated his elder brother to challenge Mu En years ago, ultimately leading to his brother's fall. This grudge was irreconcilable!
Facing Poison Immortal's wrathful strike, a flash of complexity crossed Long Xiaoyao's eyes, yet he did not strike back. He merely shifted his body slightly, seemingly intending to dodge.
However, Ye Xishui, who was beside Long Xiaoyao, turned cold.
She shared a deep relationship with Long Xiaoyao; how could she allow someone to strike at him right in front of her?
"Courting death!"
Ye Xishui gave a cold snort. Without any visible movement from her, the phantom of the blood soul demonic puppet expanded. A highly condensed blood-red light, radiating an aura of corrosion and devouring, struck first and met Poison Immortal's fist.
At the same time, seeing his mother take action, a fierce light flashed in Zhongli Wu's eyes. The phantom of the death god demon puppet behind him swung out, and a pitch-black death ray, like a venomous snake, silently attacked Poison Immortal's flank.
"Boom!"
Poison Immortal's fist collided violently with Ye Xishui's blood-red light, producing a dull thud.
Although Poison Immortal's strength was fierce, he was only Level 98 after all, whereas Ye Xishui was a Level 99 Limit Douluo. Her Soul Power quality was superior to his. Though the blood light was dispersed, Poison Immortal's forward momentum was also halted.
And just as his old strength was spent and new strength had yet to rise, Zhongli Wu's death ray arrived.
Poison Immortal's face changed drastically. Though he was wild and fierce, he also knew how dangerous it was to face a pincer attack from Ye Xishui and Zhongli Wu simultaneously—especially Ye Xishui, whose strength was above his own!
In his haste, he could only manage to turn his body slightly, attempting to tank the blow head-on.
Just as Poison Immortal was about to suffer a major loss, a gentle yet incredibly solid golden light suddenly flared up, acting like an invisible wall to block Poison Immortal's side.
"Puff!"
The death ray struck the golden light and vanished quietly, like a cow made of clay entering the sea.
Another thick and overbearing aura intervened at the same time, blocking the path between Poison Immortal and Ye Xishui. A voice said deeply: "Wait, stop your hands!"
The ones who acted were precisely Mu En and Xuan Zi.
With Mu En and Xuan Zi helping to block, Poison Immortal managed to catch his breath. He retreated several steps, his face turning pale and then flushed. He glared fixedly at Ye Xishui and Zhongli Wu, yet he did not dare to strike easily again.
Mu En's gaze swept past the anger-filled Poison Immortal and finally landed on the complex-looking Long Xiaoyao and the frost-faced Ye Xishui. He sighed softly, his voice hoarse yet carrying a strange, soothing power: "Xiaoyao, Xishui... and Sect Leader Poison."
"We have all been forcibly brought here by an irresistible power. The situation is unclear, and it is hard to distinguish friend from foe. Engaging in a private feud here is by no means a wise move."
"Why not cease for now and first find out which sacred being has gathered the seven of us here? It won't be too late to fight then. What do you all think?"
Mu En's words were like a gentle pluck on a taut string, temporarily easing the atmosphere of drawn swords and bent bows.
Ye Xishui snorted coldly and withdrew her blood soul demonic puppet. Zhongli Wu also gave Poison Immortal a sinister look and ceased his movements.
Although Poison Immortal was unwilling, he knew Mu En's words made sense. He gave a muffled snort and restrained his Soul Power.
The gazes of the seven people once again turned, as if by prior agreement, toward the depths of this eerie space.
In the vast and silent Undead Space, only the ghostly purple sky-light remained, enveloping the seven supreme powerhouses of the Douluo, along with the increasingly heavy, supreme majesty originating from the plane's source that permeated the air.