"Qian Daoliu, feel this despair! Savor the bitter fruit you sowed!"
The voice that made Qian Daoliu's eyes bloodshot continued.
He watched helplessly as even the weaker Douluos like Light Feather Douluo and Azure Phoenix Douluo began to collapse, and the anger and despair in his heart almost completely devoured his reason.
The huge and ferocious body of Xiong Jun stood on the battlefield, its dark golden claws flashing with a chilling light.
Light Feather Douluo resisted with all his might, but in the face of Xiong Jun's overwhelming power, his defense instantly collapsed.
Xiong Jun swung its huge dark golden claws, directly slamming Light Feather Douluo into the ground.
With a dull thud, the ground instantly caved in, and dust flew up.
The incredibly sharp, dark golden claws mercilessly pierced the chest of the Light Feather Douluo, blood gushing out like a fountain.
Pain and despair filled the Light Feather Douluo's face, his eyes gradually losing their light.
Qian Daoliu, his eyes bloodshot with rage, roared, "Bear Lord, I will tear you to pieces!"
However, his roar could not change the cruel reality before him.
The situation on the battlefield grew increasingly horrific, like a living hell.
More and more powerful figures from the Martial Soul Empire fell under the frenzied attacks of the soul beasts, their life force extinguished instantly.
The Azure Phoenix Douluo, once upright, now appeared disheveled and vulnerable under the Bear Lord's ferocious onslaught.
His face was contorted beyond recognition by extreme pain and boundless fear; every muscle trembled, every vein bulged.
Beads of sweat, large as beans, fell like rain, instantly swallowed by the blood at his feet.
The bear's hideous face was filled with chilling cruelty and savagery.
Its massive, thick claws, carrying overwhelming force, lashed out once more.
The Azure Phoenix Douluo fought with all his might, but faced with such an absolute disparity in power, all resistance seemed futile.
With a sharp "ripping" sound, his arm was ripped off by the bear.
"Ah!!!"
Blood gushed out like a fountain, leaving horrifying streaks in the air and turning the surrounding land into a crimson sea.
Why such a crushing defeat?
The reason is actually quite simple.
The sheer number of 100,000-year-old soul beasts in this surging beast tide far exceeded the number of Title Douluo powerhouses in the Spirit Empire's army.
Not to mention that humans are inherently at a disadvantage in one-on-one combat with soul beasts, this was even more devastating, as one person was now facing a combined attack from multiple ferocious and brutal soul beasts.
The Azure Phoenix Douluo roared in despair:
"Boss!"
His voice seemed to be a final lament from the depths of his soul, filled with helplessness, resentment, and an extreme desire to survive.
His eyes burned with the last hope as he stared intently at Qian Daoliu in the distance, as if praying that Qian Daoliu would descend like a god to save him from his dire straits.
However, the cruelty of fate remained unchanged.
The Bear King's blood-red eyes flashed with a frenzied killing intent; it opened its gaping maw, large enough to devour the heavens and the earth, revealing sharp, knife-like fangs.
With a deafening roar, and with its unparalleled power, it tore the Azure Phoenix Douluo's body in two.
The Bear King roared,
"Red King, I, Old Bear, have avenged you! Did you see that?"
The gruesome scene was horrifying.
The Azure Phoenix Douluo's mangled body danced briefly in mid-air, like a broken rag doll, before crashing heavily to the ground, splashing a mixture of blood and dust.
The Golden Crocodile Douluo and the Lion Douluo were also in dire straits.
They were surrounded by several powerful 100,000-year-old soul beasts, their bodies riddled with wounds.
The Golden Crocodile Douluo's once imposing golden armor was now tattered and stained with blood.
His breathing was rapid and heavy, each swing of his weapon appearing incredibly labored.
The Lion Douluo's fur was disheveled, his wounds deep enough to expose bone, blood flowing continuously, staining the ground beneath his feet.
They struggled against the onslaught of soul beasts, desperately resisting wave after wave of attacks.
Despite being covered in wounds, their eyes still burned with an indomitable fighting spirit.
However, facing so many powerful enemies, their strength was ultimately limited.
Under yet another fierce attack, they could no longer hold on, their eyes filled with despair as they looked at Qian Dao.
"Boss, don't worry about us!"
They roared, their voices filled with determination.
But how could Qian Daoliu ignore it? His heart felt as if it were being slashed by a thousand sharp blades.
Just then, a loud "crack" rang out, and another heavy attack struck.
The bodies of Golden Crocodile Douluo and Lion Douluo were sent flying like kites with broken strings.
Qian Daoliu watched all this with his eyes wide open, almost bursting at the corners, his eyes bloodshot.
Anger, pain, and despair intertwined, pushing him to the brink of madness.
Witnessing this scene, Qian Daoliu's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, the blood vessels in his eyeballs seemingly about to burst.
The anger in his heart was like a volcano about to erupt.
"Bear Lord, Qian Renshang, you beasts, bastards, damned demons, I will make you pay for your blood debt!"
His roar echoed through the sky, but it could not undo the tragedy that had already occurred.
Qian Renshang, Zi Ji, and the other beast kings looked at Qian Daoliu's near-mad state without a trace of pity on their faces.
Their eyes burned with a raging fire of revenge, a flame so intense and violent it seemed to incinerate Qian Daoliu completely.
Qian Renshang clenched his fists, knuckles white, and gritted his teeth, saying,
"How did the Crimson King die so tragically?
He died so unjustly, so innocently! It's all the fault of Qian Daoliu and the Spirit Hall!"
His voice trembled with extreme anger, each word seemingly imbued with deep hatred.
Tears welled in Zi Ji's beautiful eyes, but they weren't tears of sorrow, but rather the burning flames of hatred. She roared,
"Qian Daoliu, today is your retribution! Your actions are destined to bring you endless suffering!"
The beast kings roared in unison, their voices merging together like rolling thunder, deafening.
"They deserve it!
They deserve to die!"
Their cries echoed through the heavens, filled with hatred for Qian Daoliu and the Spirit Hall.
Hearing those words filled with hatred and accusation, Qian Daoliu felt his blood rush to his head, a tightness in his chest, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
The blood arced through the air like a blooming crimson flower before quickly falling to the ground.
His eyes were filled with anger, resentment, and helplessness, his face as pale as paper.
Qian Daoliu glared fiercely at Qian Renshang, his teeth grinding together, yet utterly powerless.
(End of Chapter)
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