Douluo Continent: I, Tang Wulin, a Kamen Rider

Chapter 159 Evil Soul Douluo
Meanwhile, the plague messenger had just fled to a new base.

Before he could even catch his breath or take a sip of water, he saw a portal of light slowly appear before him from nothing.

Upon seeing this, the plague messenger's face immediately turned as black as ink.

He cursed inwardly, "Damn it, that perverted kid Tang Wulin is still chasing after me!"
It should be noted that he had mentally prepared himself to be pursued by Tang Wulin and the others.

But this time he clearly and carefully checked his entire body to ensure that Tang Wulin could not lock onto him again.

Moreover, he didn't find anything unusual about himself, but the appearance of the light gate made him realize that he was completely locked on, and this time he probably couldn't escape!
However, even so, the plague messenger was no longer as panicked as before.

"Hmph, as expected of a hothead fresh out of school, full of enthusiasm and courage, he's really brainless, all he knows is to rush forward headlong."

He sneered inwardly, "Since you're so eager to kill me, then I'll see who dies in Lord Blood Dragon's base!"

That's right, since he was going to run away, he naturally headed towards the mountain.

He, the plague messenger, had subordinates and colleagues, and of course, his own superiors.

His superior was a Soul Douluo who was about to enter the Title Douluo realm, and also a powerful being with a two-word battle armor!

Thinking of this, the Plague Messenger said to a man observing the portal, "Lord Blood Dragon..."

Before he could finish speaking, the man named Blood Dragon gave him a cold glance, his eyes filled with a chilling aura.

The powerful aura was like an invisible mountain, pressing down on the plague messenger so that the words that were about to come out of his throat were instantly swallowed back, as if his throat was being tightly gripped by an invisible hand.

The Blood Dragon Venerable continued to stare at the slowly emerging gate of light, his eyes flashing with an inexplicable light.

In his view, the life or death of the plague messenger was of no importance.

He was just a useless Soul Emperor who didn't even have a battle armor. If it weren't for the fact that the Plague Messenger's martial soul was similar to that of the Poison Douluo from 20,000 years ago, he would have been a complete failure.

He can quickly create countless resentful souls, and he can also occasionally offer up some young children for his enjoyment; otherwise, he wouldn't have taken in this good-for-nothing.

But now, this good-for-nothing has brought him an unexpected surprise.

That's right, the surprise is the gradually forming gate of light before our eyes. According to the Plague Messenger, the Blood Dragon already knows that this is a soul skill cast by a brat who just graduated from school.

"A spatial portal that ignores distance, allowing multiple people to pass through together; battle armor with at least two-character attributes; killed Youhuo in one move; a graduate of Shrek Academy; and surrounded by six exceptionally talented classmates..."

Blood Dragon closed his eyes slightly, and Tang Wulin's information appeared in his mind.

The next second, he suddenly opened his bloodthirsty red eyes, looked at Liu An and the others who had come over from the other side of the door, and revealed a crazy and ferocious smile on his face.

"Hehehe, I love listening to the cries of these genius brats!"

A powerful aura was released, like surging waves.

Eight soul rings, each a deep purple-yellow and a deep black, rose from beneath the Blood Dragon's feet, their shimmering light revealing an incredibly powerful aura.

Behind him, a group of men dressed in black and surrounded by black mist filed out.

They reeked of a pungent, bloody stench, and even the one with the lowest soul power fluctuations had reached the Soul King level.

These people burst into a bloodthirsty, eerie laugh, a laugh like the wailing of an owl, sending chills down one's spine.

"Hehehe, it's been so long since I've seen so much blood food!"

"Hehehe, my Ten Thousand Soul Banner is itching for a fight!"

Behind them lay a dark, demonic abyss, its walls emitting a chilling, dim light that seemed to flicker like the eyes of countless wronged souls.

The walls were covered with all sorts of eerie runes, which shimmered with a blood-red light, seemingly telling the story of the bloodshed and evil that had once taken place here.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood and decay; every breath felt like inhaling the stench of death, making one want to vomit.

The base was filled with all sorts of gruesome torture instruments, some still bearing dried blood and tattered clothing, as if they had just endured a brutal ordeal.

In the corner, piles of white bones lay like mountains.

Some of the skeletons were still bound by rusty iron chains, as if showing people the desperate struggle of those who were imprisoned.

Above their heads, eerie green lights floated in the air, flickering on and off, making the entire space even more sinister and terrifying.

Every now and then, piercing screams echoed from the depths of the base, reverberating in the deathly silence like a call from hell, sending chills down one's spine.

Seeing this, no communication is needed; everyone is there at the same time.

"boom!"

The sound of gunfire was like a sudden thunderclap, deafening. Countless gun barrels and cannons roared like angry beasts, spewing out surging, furious flames.

The firepower intertwined and crisscrossed, dense as a spider web, instantly forming a despairing net of death, its target clear and unwavering, aimed directly at the leading blood dragon.

The Blood Dragon, such an evil and powerful being, was no match for this ferocious formation that was unleashed at full power, resembling a doomsday judgment.
He merely raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a contemptuous smile that seemed to regard all things in the world as ants.

His smile was full of disdain and mockery of the attack, as if in his eyes, this torrential downpour was nothing more than a child's silly toy.

"A boring toy."

He parted his thin lips slightly, his voice icy cold, as if it were a pronouncement from the deepest hell.

Immediately afterwards, his soul rings flashed, and his body instantly became illusory like a dream bubble, before turning into a thick, ink-like pool of blood mist exuding an eerie aura.

The blood mist seemed to possess sentience, effortlessly weaving through the hail of bullets and rushing towards the teleportation portal like a ghost.

"Cry, shout, run away, you little devils living in the school world, your wails are my favorite music!"

As the Blood Dragon sped along, it let out a chilling, maniacal laugh, its ferocious face contorted with extreme excitement.

The laughter, like the roar of a demon, echoed wildly in the space filled with the smoke and the smell of death, sending chills down one's spine.

"Don't even think about it!"

Seeing that the soul-guided bullets had no effect on the Blood Dragon, Liu An roared and immediately prepared to release his martial soul, hoping to use his soul skill to stop the Blood Dragon.

Just then, a sinister, eerie laugh suddenly rang out, and a figure appeared beside Liu An like a ghost.

"Hehehe, not bad blood energy, you should join my Ten Thousand Souls Banner!"

As he spoke, the man holding the Ten Thousand Soul Banner suddenly released seven soul rings, which shone with an eerie light.

At the same time, dozens of vengeful spirits roared out from the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls, baring their fangs and claws as they pounced on Liu An's back. Wherever the vengeful spirits passed, the air seemed to freeze, and the chill was bone-chilling.

Liu An's pupils contracted sharply as he was struck by the vengeful spirit. A chill ran up his back, and cold sweat instantly soaked his clothes.

He wanted to retaliate, but found that he couldn't move his body, as if he were possessed by a noble spirit, and his body was out of his control.

At that moment, a black-robed man suddenly appeared in front of him, holding a skull dagger.

Those eyes gleamed with a greedy and fierce light, like a wolf eyeing its prey; it was the undisguised malice of an evil soul master.

The six soul rings beneath the black-robed man's feet emitted a faint light, demonstrating his powerful Soul Emperor level strength.

Liu An was filled with despair. He was being attacked from both sides. Was he going to die here today?

Looking around, Liu An saw that his brothers were also being hunted by evil spirit masters, just like him, and everyone was in dire straits.

Even worse, some were killed on the spot, their souls even being sucked out by the evil spirit masters around them.

The shadow of death, like thick ink, relentlessly enveloped everyone, and a sense of despair welled up in Liu An's heart.

It was as if we were in an abyss of endless darkness, with not a glimmer of hope in sight. But at this critical moment, a high-pitched and stirring chant suddenly came from behind.

The sound seemed to contain boundless power, like the roar of a god, trying to break through the dark cage and tear apart the despairing night.

"Dragon of Courage!"

"Mountain Hidden Flame!"

In an instant, an intense heat, as if suppressed to the extreme, surged forth from behind like a raging tsunami.

The intense heat seemed capable of melting everything in the world, like the fury emanating from the core of the sun.

Wherever it went, everything was enveloped by that scorching heat!

"boom!"

The earth shook violently, and towering columns of lava rock, sharp and scorching hot like the sun, appeared.

Like swords of judgment from hell, they suddenly pierced upwards from the ground.

The evil spirit master didn't even have time to let out a scream before he was instantly killed by the stone pillar filled with high-temperature magma, his body pierced through and even cut in half at the waist.

Almost simultaneously, a shrill scream came from behind Liu An, and he hurriedly turned around to look.

The evil spirit master who had just tried to attack him with the Ten Thousand Soul Banner was just like the one before him.

His body was pierced by a pillar of magma that appeared from nowhere.

The Banner of Ten Thousand Souls flew out of his hand and fell to the ground.

Finally, as the life force of its master dissipated, it transformed into pure soul energy particles and vanished into the air.

"How is this going?"

Liu An, who had just been possessed by a vengeful spirit, was still somewhat disoriented. His face was filled with astonishment and his eyes were full of confusion, as if he were in an incomprehensible dream.

But then, a series of screams from the side caught Liu An's attention.

He hurriedly looked around and was surprised to find...

The evil spirit masters who were just hunting their own teammates were all pierced by the sudden lava pillar, like grasshoppers on bamboo skewers.

One by one, they lost their vitality.

Their bodies hung haphazardly on it, just like the victims they had tortured and killed.

The scene was like a painting of hell, bloody and terrifying.

"That's great, you guys." Liu An had just breathed a sigh of relief, but his expression of relief suddenly changed.

He suddenly remembered that peculiar chanting sound; he seemed to have heard it before in the previous battle.

Dragon of Courage?

That's right! Isn't that the sound their little hero Tang Wulin makes when he uses his battle armor?

Liu An was startled and quickly turned around to run towards the teleportation portal behind him.

"Oh no, the children are over there."

Liu An was extremely anxious, and his voice became rough and hoarse due to extreme anxiety, as if it had been harshly sanded.

But the moment he turned around, the scene that came into view made his eyes widen in shock.

Even its mouth opened wide uncontrollably, wide enough to easily fit an egg.

Just moments before, Blood Dragon, an eight-ring Soul Douluo, had been arrogant and domineering, exuding a chillingly powerful aura, attempting to forcibly invade the other side of the teleportation portal.

At this moment, however, it was as if all his energy and spirit had been drained away, and he had completely lost his previous arrogant and domineering demeanor.

Its body resembled a tattered rag doll that had been cruelly trampled and carelessly discarded.

He lay on the ground not far from the portal, like a dead dog lying on the roadside, his fate unknown.

His terrifying aura, which had just been terrifying, vanished without a trace, like a wisp of smoke.

On the other side of the portal, behind Tang Wulin and the others, the massive and incomparably large mechanical Tyrannosaurus stood proudly.

Its enormous body, like a majestic and indestructible Mount Tai, stands here, exuding an awe-inspiring and imposing aura.

At first glance, it's as if humans are facing a colossal beast from the ancient past.

Those cold, mechanical eyes radiated an almost tangible sense of oppression, as if a single glance could terrify any enemy.

"You...you're too strong! Wu Lin!"

Watching the Machine Tyrannomon slowly retract its claws, and then gradually dissipate like spirit particles.

Xie Xie's voice involuntarily became somewhat stuttering.

It should be noted that after learning that their opponent was exceptionally strong and not to be underestimated.

He had already made ample preparations in advance, even donning his battle armor beforehand, ready for battle.

But when the Blood Dragon truly charged in like a raging torrent, its terrifying aura and unparalleled strength were palpable.

Like a surging tide, it instantly and completely engulfed him.

It was a powerful shock that came from the depths of one's soul; after all, that was an eight-ring Contra Douluo!

After all, in Xie Xie's mind, such a person was like a legendary figure who only appeared in a storybook.

The strongest person he had ever seen was Wu Changkong, who was at the Soul Saint level.

Moreover, when Wu Changkong sparred with him, he would definitely not use any killing moves and would hold back.

But the blood dragon in front of them had just displayed a ferocious, bloodthirsty expression, exuded a strong killing intent, and reeked of a pungent, foul stench of blood.

They were all clearly declaring to him that this evil spirit master would truly take his life without any mercy.

Yes, Xie Xie panicked. At that moment, his mind was in a state of unprecedented chaos.

So much so that he was unable to react in time when Tang Wulin attacked the Blood Dragon.

He was still immersed in the abyss of fear swept by the blood dragon's murderous aura, his mind blank, like a machine that had suddenly stalled and malfunctioned.

Similarly, Xu Xiaoyan, Wu Siduo, and the others standing to the side all looked at Tang Wulin with complicated expressions.

Because they had never experienced such a thrilling scene before, the murderous aura and immense power that the Blood Dragon had just exuded.

It was like an insurmountable, towering mountain that instilled fear in them instinctively.

As Blood Dragon said, they had always lived under the protection of the academy.

Like delicate flowers in a greenhouse, they have never truly witnessed the cruelty and bloodshed of this world.

Today's experiences have made them truly realize that the so-called peace is nothing but an illusion.

The price of peace is only because there are people who silently shelter them from the wind and rain and carry the burden for them!
(End of this chapter)