Douluo Continent: Angel Saint Huo Yuhao

Chapter 92 The Messenger, the Fallen

"Bang bang bang..."

The Grim Reaper, rushing through the mine, slammed his hand against the rock wall, detonating the long-buried explosives one by one, causing sections of the tunnel behind him to collapse.

This mine was originally built by the Star Luo Empire when it was mining rare minerals. It is buried deep under the mountains, with several mountains over three thousand meters high pressing down on it.

In this environment, let alone a Super Douluo, even a Limit Douluo would not be able to pinpoint his location in a short time, let alone dig up the mountain range on his head to find him.

"Faster...faster!"

The Grim Reaper accelerated again, using his soul power to cover more than ten feet in a single step, his figure almost like an arrow in the tunnel.

With the younger generation suffering such a devastating blow, that powerful old man certainly won't let it go easily. The collapsed tunnel probably won't be able to stop the enemy's relentless bombardment.

If he gets caught, he won't have a second chance to escape.

"Shh-"

The Grim Reaper sped out of the mine, and with a wave of his hand, twelve lifeless figures appeared on the open ground, kneeling before him.

"Corpse slaves... cover my retreat!"

Looking at these guys in front of him, a pang of heartache flashed in the Grim Reaper's eyes.

These twelve powerful puppets were the result of his years of painstaking training. To throw them away like this would be like cutting off a piece of his heart.

But then, his eyes instantly turned sinister: "Old man, you just wait! Wait until I break through to the Title Douluo level..."

"—Then you probably won't have a chance."

Wang Dong, who had been completely silent the whole way, suddenly spoke up. Under his suddenly constricted pupils, he looked up and revealed a golden light filling his eyes.

"Who the hell are you!"

Sensing a life-threatening aura, the Death Messenger abruptly threw Wang Dong aside and retreated behind the twelve corpse slaves.

These things can be used not only in combat, but the corpse explosion soul power accumulated in their bodies over many years is enough to turn these puppets into super bombs that are close to the peak of Soul Saint.

It's comparable to the power of twelve level-six fixed-position soul-guided cannon shells!

"I also want to know who I am..."

Faced with the imminent questioning, Wang Dong sighed softly, his wings unfurling behind him, suspending him in mid-air.

The strange power hidden deep within her mind was both powerful and bizarre.

She could clearly sense fluctuations from that entity that surpassed those of a Xuanzi, yet she couldn't utilize them, couldn't activate them, and even when she was in a life-or-death crisis, it didn't actively protect her, as if it didn't care about her life or death at all.

But unfortunately...

It is also quite sensitive to anything involving martial spirit and spiritual sea.

Whether it was the sudden attack during the battle with Huo Yuhao or the obstruction when it came into contact with Xiao Xiao's martial soul, both demonstrated this characteristic.

Fortunately, soul power can also leave the body.

Muttering to herself, Wang Dong tapped her forehead at the Grim Reaper. A phantom filled with golden light burst forth from her body in her spiritual vision, rushing straight towards the Grim Reaper.

"what?"

Faced with this inexplicable attack, even the experienced Grim Reaper was stunned.

Kid~
Standing opposite you is a malevolent spirit master! An expert in manipulating human souls and corpses!

Although I don't know how he did it, isn't it a bit suicidal to actively release one's soul against such an opponent?

"If you're not going to take the road to heaven, then don't blame me for being impolite!"

The messenger of death grinned maliciously, reached out and grabbed, and in the instant he made his move, he shattered a deep crack in the soul.

Then, it revealed a hint of blue light hidden deep within.

"..."

The next moment, a gaze that seemed to come from the heavens above, or perhaps from Wang Dong's eyes, fell upon the Death Messenger who was frozen in place.

Click~
Thirteen figures, each exuding an aura of evil, silently crumbled, utterly crushed within that gaze imbued with eerie power.

"puff!"

With his divine power completely gone, Wang Dong, who had risen into the air, spat out a mouthful of blood and crashed headfirst to the ground.

That blue light simply resolved the problem of touching the forbidden zone of the soul; it had no intention of repairing the damage to her soul.

"turn out to be…"

Before losing consciousness, Wang Dong lay sprawled on the ground, staring at the sky, and couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh: "A secret, so much more important than my safety..."

……

"here we go again."

Huo Yuhao, far away at Shrek Academy, was startled awake from his cultivation for what felt like the umpteenth time. The crimson-gold eye mark between his brows appeared uncontrollably, emitting strange fluctuations.

"Why on earth is this?"

Huo Yuhao pressed his temples helplessly, trying to suppress the inexplicable restlessness.

In the past two days, the power of destiny in his spiritual sea has been acting strangely, activating for a few seconds every now and then, interrupting his meditation and interrupting his cultivation.

Even when reading, my train of thought is suddenly interrupted.

"If this state continues, will I still be able to cultivate?"

Huo Yuhao scratched his hair in frustration.

"It must be because of a change in the trajectory of fate."

Just as he was racking his brains trying to figure it out, the long-silent Elder Yi suddenly spoke up to answer his question, perhaps because he had been awakened by the wildly fluctuating power of fate.

"When the power of destiny attaches itself to you, it will instinctively reveal a part of your destined destiny, and at the same time, it will manifest things like entanglements and marriage."

"Similarly, you can also use the power of fate to interfere with your own destiny in reverse. Just like before, the attribute connection you made with that auspicious beast will lead to more connections between you."

If that's the case...
Huo Yuhao pondered for a few seconds: "So, the past two days have been purely a manifestation of fate's will—"

"High-frequency fluctuations?"

Even Huo Yuhao himself found it hard to believe when he said this.

He's just sitting here doing nothing!
How did fate suddenly change so drastically?
"That makes absolutely no sense."

The explanation not only failed to clarify the matter, but also increased Huo Yuhao's doubts: "Could someone be secretly altering my fate?"

Thinking of this, Huo Yuhao was instantly horrified.

After all, this ability to subtly alter the course of the future can be used to deliberately guide certain people into a carefully prepared script.

"Yes, or maybe not."

After pondering for a moment, Old Yi could only give an ambiguous answer.

If someone is deliberately interfering, then that person has likely transcended the realm of ordinary gods. Is it really necessary for such a being to orchestrate a scheme for the beings of the lower realms?
But what if no one interfered...?

Under normal circumstances, would a person's fate take several turns in just a few days?
"Forget it, there's no point in thinking about this now."

Huo Yuhao gathered his strength and prepared to continue cultivating: "I wonder how Xiao Xiao and the others are doing now."

(End of this chapter)