The unknown was the most terrifying.
Who could have imagined that the Holy Spirit Cult would appear again after ten thousand years of silence?
Although Amorous Douluo, Emotionless Douluo, and the others had long since judged that the Holy Spirit Cult, daring to reemerge, must have something to rely on and must have accumulated terrifying strength.
However, when the Holy Spirit Cult's strength truly began to appear before everyone's eyes, even an existence as powerful as Amorous Douluo could not help feeling a heaviness settle over his heart.
Dark Bell, this powerhouse of the Holy Spirit Cult, now stood before Amorous Douluo. The bell in her hand was pitch-black as ink, its surface carved all over with strange runes. Green light flickered over the runes, and faint green smoke and mist lingered around them, making it seem incomparably eerie.
With her movements, rings of light spread outward beneath her feet. At the same time, a layer of dark-green Battle Armor swept upward like a surging tide and quickly covered her entire body.
Facing the renowned Amorous Douluo, even someone who was usually as arrogant and conceited as could be would never dare to show the slightest carelessness.
The domain halo of her dark-green Battle Armor was released, and eerie sobs instantly filled the air, as if countless wronged souls were choking out their sorrows in the darkness.
A strange smile curved Dark Bell's lips, and she slowly said, "I hear Amorous Douluo is the continent's number one Control System Battle Soul Master. What a coincidence—so am I. Then let me experience for myself whose control is stronger, Amorous Douluo's or mine?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the great bell in her hand, more than a meter in diameter, lightly swayed. At once, a crisp "ding-a-ling" rang out in every