Spirit City.
Demon Bear Douluo anxiously flew back and forth, wishing he could pry open his skull and replace his brain with one that had a solution.
Golden Crocodile Douluo and the other six Douluo had gone to besiege Xia Yan, only to mysteriously vanish after the massive explosion.
Gui Mei, Yue Guan, and Ghost Leopard had promised to return quickly, yet they too had disappeared.
Pope Bibi Dong had just returned from Slaughter City. Upon hearing the news, her face had turned pale with terror, and no one knew where she had gone...
No matter how they called outside the Hall of Douluo, the Grand Worshiper refused to respond...
He could only do his best to suppress the news, ensuring it did not spread or cause chaos. Yet he himself had long since fallen into chaos.
What should he do?
What was he supposed to do now?
Hm?
Suddenly, he sensed something falling from the sky, as though it had appeared out of thin air.
He looked up.
The thing was charred black, with traces of some complex power lingering around it—darkness, wind, and lightning...
A terrible premonition abruptly surged within Demon Bear.
No... no, no...
The charred thing crashed onto the roof of the Hall of Douluo, then fell again with a bang onto the hard ground.
A corpse...?
It was completely blackened. Its features were unrecognizable, and it was impossible to tell whether it was male or female. Yet he could vaguely make out one thing.
It was a corpse with long hair.
A chill ran down his spine as he finally sensed a familiar power—the aura of the Soul-Eating Spider Emperor.
No...
Xia Yan watched Demon Bear flee for his life, fleeing madly.
His loyal Pope Bibi Dong was dead, reduced to a charred corpse