Dark Blood Demon? Easily Handled

"Haha~ Waaah~"

The wild laughter abruptly stopped, and the ferocious smile on the Dark Blood Demon's face froze as if Ice Seal, replaced by a mixture of disbelief and sudden, intense pain.

He instinctively covered his mouth, feeling the stinging pain in his oral cavity, his eyes filled with horror and confusion.

This... how is this possible?!

His pupils, marked with scarlet lines, suddenly contracted as he stared intently at Fors before him, as if trying to find the answer in the other's calm expression.

Fors stood rooted to the spot, her skirt swaying gently in the breeze. Her smile, far from fading, had grown even more mocking. She parted her red lips and uttered two words, clear and forceful. "Kneel!"

"Little girl, who do you think I am? Someone like you..."

Before the Dark Blood Demon could finish his angry rebuke, his voice was abruptly cut off by a dull thud. His body fell forward without warning, his knees slamming heavily into the ground, cracking the hard rock beneath.

This sudden act of submission stunned him, his wide eyes filled with question marks.

"So, how's this curse power? Fun, huh?"

Fors looked down at the Dark Blood Demon kneeling before her, a faint smile playing on her lips. She extended her slender fingers and gently pinched the neck of the Voodoo Doll in her hand.

Almost simultaneously, a strong feeling of suffocation suddenly came from the neck of the Dark Blood Demon, as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping his throat, making it impossible for him to breathe.

"This curse... is it real?" The Dark Blood Demon screamed madly in his heart, a hint of fear of the unknown finally appearing in his eyes. "When? When exactly did she cast this curse on me?"

Can such a powerful curse be cast with just a title that isn't even a real name, plus a simple Voodoo Doll?

Are you kidding me? When did the threshold for using curse power become so low?!

In a state of shock and rage, the Dark Blood Demon did not sit idly by and await his death. His ferocious Blood Demon Martial Soul exhaled red mist, enveloping his entire body.

At the same time, a dark metallic sheen emerged from his body, quickly spreading into a suit of armor covering his entire body.

The armor's surface was covered in Distortion blood patterns, from which faint howls of Wraith emanated—this was the Four-word Battle Armor, "Blood Demon Wraith," which he had painstakingly cultivated over decades with his own Soul Power.

In terms of quality, this Battle Armor is roughly equivalent to a product made from failed Forging of Heaven-Forged Metal, belonging to the lowest level among Four-word Battle Armor, and its amplification effect is far below normal levels.

Even so, it is still a genuine Four-word Battle Armor.

The Dark Blood Demon unleashed his Battle Armor not only to use its defensive power to resist Battle Armor 'Fors strange curse, but also to signify that he had completely abandoned his contempt and was ready to go all out.

However, despite his full vigilance, Fors merely smiled faintly, extended a finger, and gently touched the Voodoo Doll's forehead, uttering a single, light word. "Sealed!"

"Buzz--"

A faint buzzing sound rang out, and the Dark Blood Demon felt as if the Soul Power within his body had River, instantly ceasing to flow.

What shocked him even more was that the Four-word Battle Armor on his body faded away rapidly like melting snow, eventually turning into specks of light and dissipating into the air.

"What?!"

The Dark Blood Demon cried out in shock, his heart filled with turmoil. The ability to curse him was strange enough, but how could it also seal his Soul Power and Battle Armor? This defied all known laws of power!

Just as he was in shock, a bone-chilling cold suddenly came from his hands and feet, as if countless ice needles were spreading throughout his body along his blood vessels.

The Dark Blood Demon abruptly looked up at Fors, and the nonchalant smile in Fors' eyes now seemed more terrifying than the most vicious curse to him.

That's it... This time, it seems we've really hit a brick wall.

As a high-ranking Federation official, Nan Fusheng had the authority to access many of the Federation's secret files. Coupled with the intelligence relayed by his informant within the Holy Spirit Cult, it could be said that he was fully aware of most of the Dark Blood Demon's life's deeds.

Among these stories, the most interesting one is the origin of the opponent's Soul Ring.

The Dark Blood Demon is an extremely pure and unique Evil Soul Master.

He is considered pure because he is a born Evil Soul Master. He is considered special because his Soul Ring were not given by Soul Beast, but were formed from "human souls".

When the Dark Blood Demon Martial Soul first awakened, it was extremely weak, lacking even any accompanying Soul Power, appearing no different from Trash Martial Soul, and unable to cultivate like an ordinary Spirit Master.

He lost both his parents at a young age and was raised by his grandfather, but when he was eight years old, his grandfather also passed away due to illness.

It was at the moment his grandfather passed away that the Dark Blood Demon's Martial Soul suddenly appeared, devouring his grandfather's soul completely. As a result, he gained first-level Innate Soul Power.

With Soul Power, one naturally has the possibility of becoming Spirit Master.

Thus, the Dark Blood Demon successfully entered the Elementary Soul Master Academy. However, he soon discovered that the cultivation methods common to all Spirit Master, including Meditation, were completely ineffective for him.

His pitiful level one Soul Power showed no improvement even after half a year of cultivation.

Ultimately, he was expelled from school for being "incompetent and unable to improve." But soon, he recalled the scene when he first gained Soul Power, and so he turned his attention to the funeral home.

He lingered there, and finally made an astonishing discovery—as soon as someone died, he could sense something unusual immediately and draw power from it.

In less than a month, his Soul Power soared to level ten like a rocket. But he was penniless and had no way of buying Soul Spirit.

Just when he was at his wit's end and could only go to the funeral home to Soul Devour day after day, about a month later, his body spontaneously condensed a Soul Ring, which also gave him his first Spirit Skill: Soul Devour!

Yes, just like a soul beast that Humanoid transformation and rebirth after Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, the Dark Blood Demon was able to condense Soul Ring on its own after devouring enough souls.

The nine Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring on his body were not bestowed by Soul Spirit, but were formed by the condensation of "human souls".

Since awakening its "Soul Devour" Spirit Skill, the Dark Blood Demon has completely broken free from its dependence on the "souls of the dead," allowing it to actively devour the souls of the living.

As his strength increased day by day, the number of lives he killed also increased, and his fearsome reputation spread rapidly among the Evil Soul Master, making him a fearsome figure in a short period of time.

Such unbridled killing naturally attracted the attention and led to a crackdown by Soul Grandmaster organizations.

Under immense pressure, joining the Holy Spirit Cult became a logical choice—only in this organization, which gathered the continent's top Evil Soul Master, could he find protection and continue his cultivation path.

With his ruthless methods and uncanny strength, he rose step by step to become the leader of the Four Dark Heavenly Kings, becoming a pivotal figure in the Holy Spirit Cult.

Even among Evil Soul Master, the Dark Blood Demon's cultivation speed was astonishing. He became Limit Douluo around the age of fifty, and his combat power was incomparably strong.

The Blood Demon Martial Soul leans towards the Spirit-type Martial Soul, which makes his Spiritual Power far surpass that of Spirit Master of the same level. Combined with his omnipresent and all-pervasive Curse Ability, he has become the Nightmare of countless Spirit Master.

In terms of the number of people killed, the Dark Blood Demon is probably second only to the Ghost Emperor in the Holy Spirit Cult, and may even surpass the Netherworld Emperor Ha Luosa.

Wherever he goes, nothing is left behind—whether it be humans or other life forms with souls, they are all merely "food" to be devoured, and none are spared.

However, every advantage has its disadvantages, and the cultivation path of the Dark Blood Demon is no exception.

First, although his Soul Ring are formed by Soul Devour, he also loses the possibility of using special entities such as the Spirit Ascension Platform to increase the age of his Soul Ring, and can only rely on constantly Soul Devour to slowly advance.

This is why, despite being Limit Douluo, he has never possessed a Hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring —not because he was unwilling, but because he was unable to.

Even more deadly is that as the number of souls he devours increases, each absorbed soul leaves a faint trace of consciousness in his Spiritual Sea of Consciousness.

These lingering remnants of consciousness, like maggots clinging to his bones, constantly tormented his spirit.

Initially, the torment was still within a tolerable range, but as the amount of residual consciousness accumulated to a certain extent, his mind began to show serious signs of splitting.

Even more terrifying is that these remaining consciousnesses are all filled with deep-seated hostility towards him, roaring and clashing in his sea of consciousness day and night, bringing pain that no ordinary endurance can withstand.

The long-term mental strain also caused his vitality to deplete continuously, and he aged much faster than the average person.

The Dark Blood Demon knew that once he fell, the residual consciousness of all the life forms he had devoured would erupt instantly, causing an extremely terrifying backlash against him. At that time, his soul would be torn to pieces, never to be reborn.

Therefore, he spent his entire life frantically searching for ways to prolong his life and suppress the chaotic consciousness within him. His final conclusion was that only by devouring more powerful consciousness and constantly strengthening his own Spiritual Power could he barely suppress the signs of backlash.

The Ghost Emperor once analyzed his predicament for him: his situation was somewhat similar to that of the Demon Empress. If he wanted to completely break free from his current shackles, he could only cultivate his Spiritual Power to the Divine Origin Realm.

Only by reaching the Divine Origin Realm can one truly transcend the mortal world, completely dissolve those chaotic consciousnesses, and eliminate future troubles forever.

But how easy is it to reach the Divine Origin Realm?

Even figures like Hades Douluo Halosa and the Ghost Emperor, who stand at the pinnacle of the continent, have not been able to reach this level, let alone him?

In this way, continuously devouring stronger souls and forcibly pushing his Spiritual Power to the Divine Origin Realm before being completely devoured by the backlash from his own consciousness became his only way to survive.

The reason he acted so recklessly and attacked Nan Fusheng and his group was because he keenly sensed that there were several powerful and pure souls among them.

Although there were no Limit Douluo in the opposing camp, as long as there was someone whose Spiritual Power had reached the Spirit Domain, that would be enough for him.

The Dark Blood Demon firmly believed that as long as he could completely devour this group of people, his Spiritual Power would surely achieve a qualitative leap, bringing him one step closer to the Divine Origin Realm.

This thirst for power, coupled with his fear of death, ultimately drove him to abandon his usual caution and choose to reveal himself and intercept the attacker.

But now...

"I twist--"

Fors twitched her fingertips slightly, pinching the Voodoo Doll's head with one hand and grasping its feet with the other, seemingly casually twisting it gently to the sides.

"Depend on!"

The Dark Blood Demon couldn't help but swear. Without warning, his body was lifted off the ground and suspended in mid-air. Then, an irresistible force, like an invisible giant hand, seized his limbs and bones.

The bones and meridians seemed to be forcibly twisted ropes, and the body began to spiral Distortion at an angle that defied common sense. The muscles were stretched and squeezed, and the bones made a faint "crunching" sound.

His entire body gradually took on a bizarre, twisted shape, like a rag that had been wrung out.

With the Dark Blood Demon's cultivation level, this degree of limb Distortion had not yet reached his limit. Although the physical pain was intense, he could still grit his teeth and endure it. But what truly terrified him was the despair of being completely out of control and at the mercy of others.

It was as if he was no longer the Limit Douluo, but merely a plaything in the other's hands that could be manipulated at will, his life, death, honor, and disgrace all tied to that slender hand holding the Voodoo Doll.

This terror, Deprivation of all ability to resist, gnawed at his mind like a leech, far more suffocating than physical torture.

"Na Nali, what are you hesitating for? Hurry up and help me!" The Dark Blood Demon's Divine Soul roared wildly in his sea of consciousness, transmitting his voice directly into Na Nali's mind through Secret Technique.

He still couldn't understand what kind of supernatural power Fors had used. The connection between the Voodoo Doll and the power of the curse, the methods of sealing Soul Power and manipulating the body, were all beyond his comprehension.

This fear of the unknown had long since overwhelmed his pride as a strongman, causing him to feel an unprecedented urge to retreat.

Right now, his Soul Power is still firmly sealed by that strange force. He can't even turn around and run away, let alone mobilize his Soul Power to break free of the restraints. At this critical moment between life and death, the only person he can rely on is Na Nali.

"Just a moment! "the Dark Blood Demon screamed madly in his heart.

If Na Nali can seize the opportunity and launch a sneak attack with her eerie Dark Bell, even if it only slightly disrupts Fors for a moment, she might be able to break this damned Soul Power seal.

At that time, he will be able to immediately unleash his trump card, the Blood Servant Doppelganger Technique, and escape thousands of miles away.

As for what would happen to the Dark Bell left behind, that was not his concern. As long as he could escape alive, what did sacrificing one Na Nali matter?

"All right."

Under the repeated urging of the Dark Blood Demon, Na Nali finally seemed to have made up her mind, and her previously hesitant eyes became firm. She took a deep breath, and her Soul Power surged suddenly. With a low hum, she summoned her Martial Soul.

A Bell, entirely dark green, appeared out of Sisi air, Bind with wisps of dark mist and emanating a chilling aura.

However, instead of attacking Fors as the Dark Blood Demon had expected, the Bell, accompanied by a howling wind, slammed down directly on his head, as he hovered in mid-air, still in a twisted position!

"Bang!"

The heavy impact was deafening, and a large crater of varying depth was instantly smashed into the ground, sending rubble and dust flying everywhere.

"Na..."

The Dark Blood Demon was struck by the sudden attack, his blood surging. He was about to roar in anger, demanding to know why Na Nali had attacked him, but he only managed to utter a single syllable—

"Bang!"

Another muffled thud, and the dark green Dark Bell, ever-present, slammed down on him again.

This time, the Dark Blood Demon couldn't even utter a complete syllable; the rest of his words were stuck in his throat, turning into a painful groan.

"What are you babbling about? Eat a few of my Bell first!"

While continuously attacking with her Martial Soul, Na Nali shouted, her tone carrying an undeniable and righteous air, "Dark Blood Demon, you Evil Soul Master who has wreaked havoc on the world and harmed countless lives, today you've finally shown your true colors and have nowhere to hide!"

"To tell you the truth, I did not genuinely join the Holy Spirit Cult; I am a spy planted among you by Fors!"

"We have remained hidden until now, enduring humiliation and hardship, all for the sake of waiting for this opportunity to eradicate you, this cancer that plagues the world, and restore order to the world!"

Every word was delivered with resounding force, and combined with the loud clang of the Bell, it created a convincing power.

The Dark Blood Demon was stunned and disoriented by the impact. The shock and anger in his heart had long since overshadowed the physical pain. He never expected that the help he had placed his hopes on would turn against him at this moment, and in such a "legitimate" way!

"Huh?"

This unexpected turn of events stunned the spectators.

Xu Xiaoyan stared at the swift and decisive scene on the field. She saw Na Nali controlling her dark green Bell Martial Soul to deliver a series of heavy blows with imposing momentum. She was completely different from the sweet and gentle junior schoolgirl she remembered. For a moment, Xu Xiaoyan was stunned.

She subconsciously tugged at Fors's sleeve, her voice low and filled with confusion and uncertainty. "Fors, what Junior Na Nali said... is it true? Has she really been an undercover agent all along?"

In Xu Xiaoyan's mind, Na Nali was just a pretty-looking junior Spirit Master with seemingly mediocre talent. But the power and aura she was showing at this moment clearly far surpassed her own. This sudden contrast made her suspicious.

Although the other party claimed to be an undercover agent, that dark green Bell Martial Soul exuded an unsettling evil aura no matter how you looked at it, making it difficult to associate it with the upright image that an "undercover agent" should have.

Sensing Xu Xiaoyan's doubts, Fors turned to give her a reassuring look and said calmly, "Na Nali is indeed one of my people. As for the specific reasons, they are quite complex, and I will explain them to you slowly later."

After saying that, she looked up at Na Nali, who was still attacking, and gently waved to her.

"Lord Fors ~"

Although Na Nali seemed focused on attacking, she had actually been paying attention to Fors and Xu Xiaoyan's conversation. When she heard Fors admit her identity, the breath she had been holding in finally eased.

She immediately withdrew her Martial Soul's attack, obediently stopping her assault and awaiting further instructions.