Chapter 250 Mysterious Light!
In the underworld, the atmosphere in the squares of major cities was extremely oppressive.
In the celestial display, the enormous pink hand was steadily approaching, and all the Soul Masters' gazes were fixed on it.
"Can he escape?" A young Soul Master's voice trembled as he gripped the fence tightly, his knuckles turning white.
"This is the God of Love, not an ordinary Soul Master. Under that rule, even if he has a two-word battle armor, he is just making a futile struggle in the face of the power of a god."
"It's hard to say," the person next to him retorted, a hint of hope in their voice.
"Since he was able to escape Qiankun Wenqing Valley, he might have other trump cards. Don't forget, Huo Yuhao from the White World never truly despaired. I still think Bai Xuanzi might make a move."
"Stop dreaming." Another older Soul Master sneered.
"Do you really think Bai Xuanzi is omnipotent? If a god were to intervene personally, what could Bai Xuanzi do? Would he turn the entire God Realm upside down? I think this time it's really over. Huo Yuhao of the White World has run into a brick wall this time; that's the wrath of the gods, and no one can save him."
Negative emotions began to spread among the crowd.
They gazed at the sky as if surveying their own destiny. In this dark world ruled by gods,
They are too used to seeing the ending of "ordinary people failing to resist", so it is difficult for them to have long-term confidence in Huo Yuhao of the White World.
Meanwhile, in a corner of Shrek Academy, Hei Xuanzi was hiding in the shadows.
He stared at the sky, the gourd in his hand creaking as he squeezed it.
"Run, keep running!" Hei Xuanzi cursed under his breath, his eyes filled with malice.
"Why is Huo Yuhao from the White World so lucky? Why does he possess such a two-word battle armor? He'd better be crushed to death by Cupid, and he'd better not be allowed to come out alive!"
He watched Bai Yuhao's disheveled figure and felt a perverse pleasure.
As long as Bai Yuhao is caught and locked up in that valley again, he can comfort himself: See, even in the White World, Bai Xuanzi is not omnipotent.
[In the scene depicting the sky.]
A gigantic pink hand rapidly advanced from the back of the spatial tunnel.
Within that palm, the divine power of Cupid surged like boiling magma; with each step forward, the spatial tunnel began to collapse on a large scale.
[Huo Yuhao held Wang Dong'er's hand, his legs constantly pushing off, channeling his soul power into the thrusters of his battle armor.]
His expression was extremely solemn at this moment. The core formation of his two-word battle armor emitted a piercing metallic scraping sound due to overload.
"Yuhao, you're almost at your limit!" Wang Dong'er felt the energy flow in her palm becoming rapidly unstable.
"Hold on." Huo Yuhao didn't turn his head; his gaze was fixed intently ahead.
Just then, the giant pink hand behind them was less than a hundred meters away.
The oppressive force, powerful enough to shatter space itself, acted directly on Huo Yuhao's battle armor. Several visible cracks spread across the purple metallic shell.
"Should I exert more force?" Huo Yuhao gritted his teeth; his soul power was nearing depletion.
He pushed the thrusters again, forcibly accelerating through the tunnel and widening the gap by several dozen meters.
But the next second, the giant hand clenched in mid-air, and the entire tunnel instantly contracted. Huo Yuhao felt a tremendous suction force forcibly pulling him and Wang Dong'er backward.
No matter how much he increased the thruster's power, the feeling of being locked in by divine power prevented him from taking another step forward.
"Useless." Cupid's voice echoed coldly in the space, tinged with mockery. "Before the rules, your skills are nothing but a joke."
"Is there really no way to escape?" A sinister glint flashed in Huo Yuhao's eyes. He felt the divine power fluctuations drawing ever closer behind him, and that sense of despair truly washed over him like a tidal wave.
Meanwhile, in the central hub of the White World God Realm, Tang San watched this scene, his smile widening.
"It's over," Tang San said calmly. He turned to Cupid beside him, his face displaying the composure characteristic of a controller. "Cupid, be quick. Bring him back. I want him to see with his own eyes just how his arrogant will shatters when all hope is lost."
Upon hearing this, Cupid immediately and respectfully replied, "I obey the King's command. This mouse will be captured and brought to justice shortly."
Soul Masters throughout the underworld were utterly devastated upon witnessing this scene.
"It's over." Someone closed their eyes in despair. "Look at Bai Tangsan's expression, that confidence. He doesn't see Huo Yuhao as an equal opponent at all."
"That's the most desperate thing. He doesn't just want to kill him, he wants to destroy his entire will."
Some people turned their gaze to the figure sitting high on the throne, their eyes filled with scrutiny and fear.
The divine realm of the Dark World, inside the Temple of the Sea God.
The atmosphere was deathly silent.
Xiao Wu looked at the furious Tang San on the screen, then at Tang San beside her, her eyes filled with undisguised disgust.
"This is absolutely disgusting," Xiao Wu muttered, her voice particularly jarring in the empty hall. "Why isn't Xuanzi from the White World here yet?!"
Although it was the same Tang San, Xiao Wu felt disgusted no matter how she looked at Bai Tang San's face.
She even wished she could just go up to Bai Tangsan and smash his nose to pieces with a single punch.
Unfortunately, it's not feasible.
So all she could do was mutter in extreme displeasure.
All their hopes were pinned on the appearance of Bai Xuanzi.
As long as Bai Xuanzi arrives, all problems will be easily solved.
[In the scene depicting the sky.]
The enormous pink hand was only a few meters away from Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong'er.
The divine power emanating from that palm had already caused spiderweb-like cracks to appear in the surrounding space. That was the power of rules; any resistance from mortals was akin to a dimensional reduction attack.
Huo Yuhao stared at the palm so close to his face, his face deathly pale.
The runes on his two-word battle armor shattered due to excessive energy compression.
"Is this really the end?" Huo Yuhao asked himself.
[Just as that hand was about to close completely, sealing Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong'er.]
A strange light, never before seen in this plane, suddenly emerged from the depths of the closing black hole rift that Huo Yuhao had just opened.
That wasn't soul power, nor divine power, but a pure light that couldn't be defined.
(End of chapter)