Douluo God Realm

Just then, the blood-red runes on Tang Ziran and Lang Yue's foreheads spoke almost simultaneously, and voices unexpectedly rang out.

"Ya Li, is that you? Yun Ming is dead, yet you're still alive. I have always longed for your soul and body, just as you and he destroyed my Main Body together back then."

"You think you can save them from my hands? Useless. My Blood Demon Curse Kill only needs a single drop of essence blood to ensure that someone is doomed beyond redemption."

"Forget you—even if Yun Ming were resurrected, he would not be able to stop me! You ruined my plans. Just wait. One day, you will become my Blood Servant."

The two blood-red runes suddenly seemed to melt away and rapidly vanished, while Tang Ziran and Lang Yue's bodies turned bright red almost instantly. They opened their eyes at nearly the same time, but their eyes were entirely blood-red.

"Dad! Mom!" Tang Wulin cried out in anguish, tightly gripping his parents' hands.

Sweat had already appeared on Holy Spirit Douluo's forehead. White halos surged ever more fiercely into Tang Ziran and Lang Yue's bodies, but they could only slightly suppress the spreading blood-red aura within them.

"Hurry. Say whatever you need to say. I can only keep them conscious for a little while." Strong fury filled Ya Li's eyes, along with helplessness and pain.

This Blood Demon Curse Kill was simply too powerful. More importantly, Tang Ziran and Lang Yue's essence blood had undoubtedly fallen into the enemy's hands.

If they had been Soul Masters, she might still have had some options. After all, Soul Masters possessed far stronger bodies. But they were merely ordinary people, and she was already powerless. Tang Ziran and Lang Yue's physical condition was simply too poor.

"No, no, Your Eminence,