Long Xiaoyao: Spirit Illusion?!

Sensing something was wrong, Long Xiaoyao exerted force suddenly, and the huge dark dragon claw instantly clenched, its five fingers tightening, with enough force to crush a stubborn rock into dust.

However, "Huo Yuhao" held in his claws did not let out any screams, nor did any blood or flesh splatter.

The figure shattered in his palm, turning into countless tiny specks of light that vanished into the night like fireflies scattered by the wind.

Nothing was left behind—no bloodstains, no remains, not even a trace of Soul Power remained.

Long Xiaoyao's brows furrowed sharply. Only then did he realize that the person he had just grabbed was not Huo Yuhao at all.

Just then, Huo Yuhao's voice came over unhurriedly, with a hint of teasing in his tone. "As expected of the Dragon Emperor Douluo, you noticed something was wrong so quickly."

Long Xiaoyao's expression darkened, and he closed his eyes slightly, unleashing his powerful Divine Power without reservation.

A moment later, when he opened his eyes again, the scene before him was as if a thin veil had been lifted, revealing its true face.

Huo Yuhao remained standing on the ground not far below, composed, as if he had never moved.

He was now wearing a set of Soul Tool Armor that was completely different from the one he had worn before; it was a more ornate and exquisite full-body armor.

Fine, icy blue patterns flowed across the dark silver armor, and the wings on its back were slightly open, their tips gleaming with a cold light.

He stood on a halo that emitted a soft and steady glow, making him appear like Deity emerging from the night.

This is Huo Yuhao's true Battle Armor.

Long Xiaoyao's gaze fell on the armor, and his expression finally became much more serious.

For the first time, a genuine sense of apprehension appeared in his gaze as he looked at Huo Yuhao.

He remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking, his tone filled with disbelief. "A mental illusion?!"

Clearly, Long Xiaoyao had realized that he had just fallen into the illusion created by Huo Yuhao.

By the standards of ten thousand years from now, Long Xiaoyao's ability to reach the Limit Douluo level means that his Divine Power must have reached the Spirit Domain Realm level.

Faced with such a being standing at the pinnacle of the continent, Huo Yuhao did not choose to use the Ice Jade Empress Scorpion Martial Soul, even though that Martial Soul possessed extreme icy attributes.

In the current situation, his strongest trump card has always been his Divine Power.

Before Long Xiaoyao made his move, Huo Yuhao had already quietly activated his Spirit Domain.

The Space-Time Annihilation Domain, like a fine net being pulled open, silently covered the entire square, and Long Xiaoyao indeed fell into this domain without realizing it.

However, Huo Yuhao knew very well that it was unrealistic to trap a Limit Douluo with just the Space-Time Annihilation Domain.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before Long Xiaoyao broke free from the illusion.

Through that brief probing, Huo Yuhao had roughly assessed the opponent's true strength.

Long Xiaoyao should be considered a Demigod- level existence, but he has not yet truly stepped into the level of Quasi-God.

Seeing the obvious seriousness on Long Xiaoyao's face, Huo Yuhao smiled and said, "Senior Dragon Emperor has good eyesight, but unfortunately it didn't work."

Seeing the disappointed look on Warner's face, even with his composure, Long Xiaoyao couldn't help but feel a surge of anger.

A Soul Douluo actually thought he could control him with Divine Power?

But even though he thought this way, he had to admit that Huo Yuhao's Divine Power was already no less than his own.

This talent is probably unparalleled in the entire history of the continent.

"Boy, you're quite strong." Long Xiaoyao's voice deepened, carrying a rare seriousness in his tone. "Unfortunately, you've met your match in old man."

His implication was clear: if it hadn't been him, but any one of the two Limit Douluo from the Holy Spirit Cult, Huo Yuhao might have actually managed to escape from their grasp.

But standing before him at this moment was Long Xiaoyao, a being who stood at the pinnacle of the continent!

Without further ado, Long Xiaoyao unleashed his full aura as a Limit Douluo, causing the entire plaza to tremble slightly.

Two yellow, two purple, three black, and two red—nine Soul Ring appeared one after another beneath his feet, arranged in layers upon layers. Under this terrifying aura, the surrounding air seemed to become heavy.

Clearly, the experience of being pulled into the illusion had made Long Xiaoyao completely abandon his contempt for this young man.

Although he didn't say it outright, his posture and serious, almost solemn expression when he made his move said it all; he was already treating Huo Yuhao as an opponent of equal caliber.

Long Xiaoyao looked at Huo Yuhao and said, "Kid, your Divine Power is very strong. Now let me see your true strength."

As soon as he finished speaking, the fourth Soul Ring beneath his feet flashed with a bewitching purple light, and the deep Soul Power fluctuations condensed in the air into a sharp and refined shape.

Immediately afterwards, a black dragon-shaped blade of light suddenly erupted, like a dark dragon compressed to its limit breaking free of its restraints, hissing and corroding the air as it roared toward Huo Yuhao.

Faced with Long Xiaoyao's Soul Skill, Huo Yuhao did not use any Soul Skill to defend against it, nor did he even try to dodge.

He stood still, motionless, when suddenly a black light emerged from between his brows. The black light quickly condensed and took shape, transforming into a jet-black dragon scale that floated in front of him.

The scales shimmered with a dark luster, their patterns fine and ancient, exuding a somber aura—this was naturally Di Tian's Reverse Scale.

However, Huo Yuhao took it out at this moment not because of its defensive capabilities.

Meanwhile, far away at the Core Circle the Star Dou Great Forest, by the Lake of Life, Di Tian sat cross-legged, closing his eyes to regulate his breathing.

Suddenly, his slightly closed eyes snapped open, a sharp glint flashing in his golden dragon eyes.

With a thought, the space in front of him silently cracked open, the edges of which glowed with a dim light, as if a door to the unknown had been quietly pushed open.

He casually swung his right hand forward, and a concentrated attack pierced into the spatial rift.

Long Xiaoyao frowned, his gaze fixed on the black dragon scale floating in front of Huo Yuhao.

Several thoughts raced through his mind, but he still couldn't figure out what this kid was up to.

Did he really think that a single scale could block my fourth Soul Skill?

Just as he was thinking this, his expression suddenly changed again.

He first sensed a clear spatial fluctuation coming from in front of Huo Yuhao, and then he saw with his own eyes that the air in front of the black dragon scale was suddenly torn apart, and a spatial rift instantly formed.

Immediately following, a dark claw strike flew out from the spatial rift, carrying pure, almost primordial, Darkness Power, cleanly and decisively meeting his fourth Soul Skill, Holy Dragon Dark Night Slash.

The moment the claw strike collided with the dark blade light, Long Xiaoyao's fourth Soul Skill shattered silently in the air as if it had been snapped in two by an invisible hand, turning into wisps of residual dark energy that quickly dissipated into the night.

Long Xiaoyao's gaze fell on the spatial rift, and he was deeply shaken.

He couldn't sense who had made the move, but he clearly recognized the essence of that power: the ultimate Dark Attribute.

As the holder of the Dark Holy Dragon Martial Soul, his perception of the Dark Attribute is more acute than anyone else's.

The Darkness Power contained in that claw strike was clearly superior to his in terms of attributes, and the opponent's strength seemed to be no weaker than his.

Long Xiaoyao's heart sank. His mind raced through various possibilities, wondering if it was the Limit Douluo behind the Spirit Pagoda who had made his move?

There had long been rumors on the mainland that two Limit Douluo- level powerhouses stood behind the Spirit Pagoda, but Long Xiaoyao had always been skeptical of this.

Having traversed the continent for many years, he knew almost all the top experts in the Soul Master World, and had never heard of any two unknown limit-level beings who could appear out of thin air.

But at this moment, the attack that descended across space shook his doubts.

Long Xiaoyao's expression grew even more serious. His gaze pressed heavily on Huo Yuhao, as if he were scrutinizing what kind of trump cards this young man was hiding.

After a moment, he spoke slowly, his voice carrying a rare hint of caution and wariness. "Who are you?"

His words were clearly directed at the powerful figure who had just made his move on the other side of the spatial rift.