Sisters Reunited

The next day, everything at the Spirit Pagoda in Lingbo City remained the same.

At least from the outside, everything looked the same as usual; the door was open, and people were occasionally going in and out.

But everyone inside the Spirit Pagoda knows that everything is different now.

Hua Tao, that shameless man, colluded with the Holy Spirit Cult and ruined them all.

The ordinary staff members were all secretly praying that Leng Yaozhu, the Vice Tower Master, would handle the matter impartially, prove their innocence, and not implicate too many others.

From yesterday until now, a tense and oppressive atmosphere has permeated the entire Spirit Pagoda, making it difficult for anyone to sleep well.

In this atmosphere, around 9 a. m. the next day, the Spirit Pagoda finally welcomed a group of special "guests".

The leader was a tall, aloof woman dressed in a black outfit with her long hair tied in a high ponytail.

Beside her was a very cute-looking girl with a somewhat childlike face and a bouncy, energetic gait.

Behind the two women were five figures completely shrouded in black robes, their wide hoods pulled low, obscuring their faces.

These were naturally all members of the Holy Spirit Cult, and the two women leading them were two of the Holy Spirit Cult's Four Heavenly Kings: Dark Bell Na Nali and Dark Phoenix Leng Yulai.

They walked to the Spirit Pagoda. Leng Yulai was about to continue walking forward when Na Nali suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Her feet stopped in mid-air, and she froze for a moment like a sculpture whose pause button had been pressed.

Leng Yulai turned and glanced at her, her brows furrowing slightly. "What's wrong?"

Na Nali did not answer immediately. Her pupils contracted slightly, and then an invisible layer of Divine Power rapidly spread outwards from her.

Her Divine Power was like a fine net, sweeping across every paving stone in the square, every window of the Spirit Pagoda, and every breath of air.

A moment later, her expression changed drastically, and her voice became low and urgent. "No! Let's go!"

The instant Na Nali finished speaking, the five figures shrouded in black robes behind her collapsed silently, as if all support had been removed at the same time.

Five bodies crashed onto the stone pavement of the square almost simultaneously, making a dull thud, without even a scream.

This sudden turn of events made Leng Yulai realize something was wrong, but it seemed too late.

She suddenly turned her head and scanned her surroundings. The pedestrians who were walking on the street and the Soul Master who occasionally passed by in the square were gradually dissipating, like mist dried by the sun, disappearing into the air one after another.

Apart from them, there wasn't a single other person left in the entire square.

Everything was unusually quiet, as quiet as a meticulously arranged stage.

"Hua Tao! How dare you lie to us?!"

Leng Yulai's voice was filled with barely suppressed anger, and it echoed across the empty square, but no one answered her.

Clearly, Leng Yulai believed that Hua Tao had invited them here, and that this place was a trap set by Hua Tao and the Qiangu Dongfeng behind him!

At that moment, a voice slowly drifted from the direction of the Spirit Pagoda: "As expected of Super Douluo of the Spirit Type, you were actually able to see through this illusion."

Na Nali's gaze was fixed on the gate of the Spirit Pagoda. After a moment, her lips moved slightly, and she slowly uttered three words: "Huo Yuhao!"

She recognized the voice; it belonged to the boy they had fought against in the Star Luo Empire.

However, the aura emanating from him was now completely different from before, so profound that it stirred a sense of unease within her.

Immediately afterwards, three figures emerged from the Spirit Pagoda's gate: Leng Yaozhu, Han Tianyi, and Huo Yuhao.

Leading the group was Leng Yaozhu, whose gaze fell on Leng Yulai, her usually calm eyes now churning with complex emotions.

Leng Yulai's gaze, spanning several meters, also fixed directly on Leng Yaozhu's face.

Her once cold and beautiful face was now slightly distorted, and her voice was squeezed out from between her teeth, one word at a time. "Leng... Yao... Zhu..."

Those three words were pronounced with extreme emphasis, as if to compress all the complex emotions of not seeing each other for many years into this one call.

Leng Yaozhu stood there, her brows furrowed tightly.

She simply couldn't understand why her sister seemed to hate her so much at that moment.

Her voice was heavy with seriousness as she spoke, "Yu Lai, you actually joined the Holy Spirit Cult?!"

Leng Yulai sneered, "Who told me my martial soul is the Dark Phoenix? I was born to be with Evil Soul Master."

Before she finished speaking, she lunged at Leng Yaozhu like a dark flame, her palm brimming with intense yet eerie Phoenix Flame, carrying a resolute determination to fight her sister to the death.

A flicker of pain crossed Leng Yaozhu voice, "The Dark Bell is yours."

She then leaped into the air, and the platinum-gold Heavenly Phoenix True Fire suddenly exploded around her, like a blazing sun meeting the dark light.

Han Tianyi had already put on his Battle Armor the same time Leng Yaozhu set off. He glanced at Huo Yuhao beside him and said, "Yuhao, don't interfere."

The last time he fought against Na Nali, Leng Yulai was also present. He was worried about Huo Yuhao, so he couldn't break through for a long time.

He kept talking about it, and still felt somewhat resentful.

Now that he has finally encountered this opponent again, he will naturally not miss the opportunity again; he is determined to avenge his previous defeat.

As soon as he finished speaking, without even moving his feet, his immense Divine Power surged towards Na Nali like an invisible giant wave.

Na Nali's expression changed slightly. Her Dark Bell Martial Soul hovered above her head, but she did not retreat. Instead, she met the attack with her Divine Power.

Huo Yuhao stood there watching the sudden outbreak of battle, appearing for a moment like an outsider.

He put his hands in his pockets, his gaze darting back and forth between Leng Yaozhu and Leng Yulai, and between Han Tianyi and Na Nali, but in the end he just stood there quietly, becoming a rather incompetent spectator.

He knew that intervening rashly at this time might disrupt his own people's rhythm.

In any case, with his Divine Power, he can react immediately if any unexpected situation arises.

Above the square, two Phoenix figures, one white and one black, were fiercely clashing.

The platinum-gold Heavenly Phoenix True Fire and the dark Dark Phoenix Flame collided repeatedly in the air. Each impact created visible energy ripples, tearing apart the low-hanging Wu Yun and revealing the sun that had been obscured for so long.

Huo Yuhao glanced up, then looked away.

He wasn't worried about Leng Yaozhu's situation; Leng Yaozhu held an absolute advantage in both cultivation and Battle Armor.

Although Leng Yulai's offensive was fierce, it was steadily suppressed by Leng Yaozhu and could not make any waves.

The battle between Han Tianyi and Na Nali on the square was much "quieter." Both of them were Mental Attribute Soul Master, and they stood facing each other across an empty square, their bodies emanating invisible spiritual fluctuations.

There was no roar of Soul Power, nor any explosive shockwave, but Huo Yuhao could clearly sense that both of their Divine Power was being rapidly depleted.

Their battle within the illusion was far more intense than it appeared on the surface. Each clash of wills was like a silent tsunami, only to be firmly sealed between the two by that layer of Mental Force Field.

Not long after, a black figure suddenly fell from mid-air like a shooting star, crashing heavily onto the stone pavement of the square.

Debris flew everywhere, and a shallow crater was punched into the ground, surrounded by spiderweb-like cracks.

Huo Yuhao looked in the direction of the sound and saw Leng Yulai kneeling in the center of the broken stone slab. Her Battle Armor was covered with charred cracks, marks left by the repeated burning of the Heavenly Phoenix True Fire.

Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth as she struggled to her feet, but before she could even straighten herself, Leng Yaozhu, clad in Battle Armor, appeared before her, having traversed space.

Leng Yaozhu held a fire sword formed from the Heavenly Phoenix True Fire in her hand, the tip of which stopped precisely at her neck.

Leng Yulai abruptly stopped, raising her eyes to meet Leng Yaozhu's gaze, which was filled with resentment, anger, and a complex emotion that was difficult to describe.

Huo Yuhao could tell that this was the result even after Leng Yaozhu had held back.

If he had attacked with all his might, that single blow would have been enough to take half of Leng Yulai's life.