Holy Necromancer!
Huo Yuhao's usually proud Divine Power was now being suppressed like never before.
With the power infused by that purplish-black pillar of light, Nightmare Old Demon's Divine Power had soared to the peak of the Spirit Domain Realm, just one step away from the legendary "Divine Origin Realm".
Faced with this overwhelming Divine Power, as vast as a mountain and as deep as the sea, Huo Yuhao's Divine Power, which had just entered the Spirit Domain Realm, was like a lone boat in a raging storm, almost unable to breathe.
Under the full force of the Nightmare Old Demon, Huo Yuhao's consciousness began to waver once again.
That power, many times stronger than before, was like countless invisible tentacles, frantically drilling into his Spirit Sea, trying to drag him into that endless Abyss woven by Nightmare themselves.
This time, however, it wasn't that Huo Yuhao gave up on his own initiative; rather, he fought back fiercely but still couldn't withstand the onslaught. The difference in their Divine Power was simply too great.
Just before his consciousness was about to completely slip into a trance, Huo Yuhao's voice gently drifted through his Spirit Sea.
"Teacher, we still need your help."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Electrolux's aged and majestic voice resounded within the Spirit Sea.
The voice carried a clear hint of anger. "Don't worry, leave it to me."
"A few mere remnant souls dare to be so insolent before me?"
"Hmph! My title is the Necromancer Holy Magic God Undead. When it comes to manipulating souls, these juniors aren't even worthy of carrying my shoes."
Outside, under the watchful eyes of Po Mie and Nightmare, Huo Yuhao's gaze had become unfocused, his pupils had lost their focus, and he was swaying precariously.
Nightmare hovered in mid-air, a smug smile already playing on its lips.
This kid is about to completely fall into his Dreamscape. Once there, he will be the master, he will be the rule.
So what if they're at the Spirit Domain Realm? They're still at his mercy, to be tossed around and crushed.
He wanted to teach this kid from the Spirit Pagoda a lesson in what a real Nightmare felt like.
However, in that instant, Huo Yuhao's entire aura underwent a dramatic change.
A strange and powerful pressure suddenly erupted from his body, its aura desolate, ancient, majestic, and sacred.
Huo Yuhao's clothes billowed and fluttered in the wind, his black hair moved without any wind, and his entire demeanor underwent a dramatic change in an instant.
Before, Huo Yuhao was a prodigiously talented and composed young man, but now, just by standing there, he inspires an irresistible urge to bow down in worship.
Huo Yuhao's feet slowly left the ground, and his whole body floated into the air, his clothes fluttering, like Deity descending to earth.
Beneath his feet, a gray Soul Ring quietly appeared, with countless tiny golden patterns on it, making it look mysterious and sacred.
His once clear and bright eyes were now covered by a faint gray light, adding to his air of majesty.
The changes in Huo Yuhao caused Nightmare and Po Mie to change color instantly.
Both faces, etched with wrinkles, were filled with disbelief and horror. Nightmare's figure, suspended in mid-air, suddenly froze, and Broken's knuckles, Po Mie his cane, turned white. The two instinctively sensed a terrifying aura emanating from the boy floating in mid-air.
The intensity of this aura may not have surpassed theirs, but it carried a natural restraint that made their very souls tremble.
The feeling was like a mouse encountering a cat; it was an absolute suppression branded into the very essence of the soul.
The Nightmare experience was the most intense; he was horrified to discover that the dream control he had exerted with all his might on Huo Yuhao had completely failed in an instant.
The Heavenly Net he had meticulously woven with his Divine Power was as fragile as a spiderweb encountering a raging fire, instantly burned to ashes in the face of that unfamiliar and ancient aura.
The boy merely turned his head slightly and glanced at him indifferently with his gray-tinted eyes. Nightmare felt as if his soul had been squeezed hard in someone's hand, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.
Huo Yuhao's lips parted slightly as he muttered something under his breath.
The voice was deep and ancient, with a strange rhythm and a desolate cadence that seemed out of place in this era.
Nightmare and Po Mie looked at each other, but they couldn't understand a single word; it wasn't any known language on the Douluo Continent.
As the ancient incantation echoed through the valley, golden runes appeared out of thin air around Huo Yuhao.
The runes flowed with brilliant golden light, their shapes intricate and mysterious, each stroke subtly conforming to some kind of law of heaven and earth.
Huo Yuhao raised his hand and casually pointed his fingertips forward.
In an instant, the golden runes floating around him seemed to receive a royal decree, transforming into streaks of golden light that shot towards Nightmare and Po Mie.
Before the two could react, they were completely surrounded by layers upon layers of flying golden runes.
The runes slowly rotated around them, forming two golden cages that firmly Imprisonment them within.
Nightmare was the first to realize something was wrong. He was horrified to discover that the power he had borrowed from the pillar of Destruction God was draining away from his body at an alarming rate.
As the borrowed power dissipated, his originally solid body, which was as solid as a real person, suddenly became illusory and transparent, revealing the true state of his soul.
The same was true for the Po Mie beside him; the hand holding his cane had faded to the point of being almost invisible, and his whole being resembled ink diluted with water, becoming increasingly faint and blurry.
But that wasn't all. After trapping the two, the golden runes began to emit a power that they could neither understand nor resist.
That power carried no killing intent, yet it caused their souls to fade at a visible rate, like ice and snow being roasted under the scorching sun, as if they might completely dissipate into this world at any moment.
The eyes of Po Mie and Nightmare, gradually turning transparent, met, each seeing the same unacceptable answer in the other's gaze.
These two old monsters, who had been guarding Devil Island for over a thousand years, couldn't even muster the slightest resistance against that kid from the Spirit Pagoda.
Po Mie cried out in disbelief, "How is this possible? What kind of power is this?!"
He had lived for over 1,600 years and considered himself knowledgeable, yet he couldn't grasp even the slightest clue about the power wielded by this young man.
That wasn't Soul Skill, yet it had an almost natural, absolute advantage against soul beings like them.
He had no doubt that if the other party wanted to, they could absolutely annihilate the two of them completely.
Nightmare hovered in mid-air, its illusory and transparent body trembling slightly. The anger and resentment in its eyes as it looked at Huo Yuhao were gone, replaced by a fear that came from the depths of its soul.
Like Po Mie, he never imagined that one day he would be defeated by a teenager.
Huo Yuhao did not continue to attack. He hovered in mid-air with his hands behind his back, his gray eyes sweeping lightly over Po Mie and Nightmare.
His voice was deep and authoritative, with an undisguised contempt in his tone. "You're just a soul that's barely survived to this day thanks to the special environment of this treasure land. You're not even Lich. With such meager skills, you dare to show off in front of me?"
Po Mie and Nightmare didn't know what Lich was, but since their deaths over a thousand years ago, they had once again truly felt the threat of "death."
A true expert's skill is immediately apparent upon seeing their work.
Electrolux merely tested his skills and easily overwhelmed two soul entities comparable to Super Douluo, leaving them utterly powerless.
A moment later, the strange phenomena on Huo Yuhao's body slowly dissipated.
Those eyes, which had been clouded by a gray light, regained their original brightness and clarity, and the ancient and majestic aura surrounding them receded quietly like the tide.
Clearly, Electrolux had successfully completed his mission and handed over control of the body to Huo Yuhao.
The crushing defeat just now was like a brief but violent storm, coming suddenly and going just as quickly.