Ambush

Just as Blood Serpent Douluo and the Blood Plague Cult members were immersed in their mad fantasy of dominating the continent, as though they could already see themselves standing atop the world—

With the Holy Spirit Cult beneath their feet, a cold, commanding voice suddenly rang out from the depths of the sky like a thunderclap. "I'm afraid you won't get that chance!"

The voice seemed to carry an invisible force, instantly yanking the Blood Plague Cult members out of their illusory dream and brutally back to reality.

The fervor and greed in their eyes were instantly replaced by shock and fear. It was as though a bucket of cold water had been poured over their heads, making them shudder from head to toe.

Before the Blood Plague Cult could react, a dazzling, holy, blazing golden radiance suddenly lit up in the night sky.

"Third Soul Skill! Light of Judgment!"

The light was like the first ray of dawn, breaking through the shackles of night and illuminating the forested region of the Clear Spirit Mountains.

Then, accompanied by a terrifying roar, a thick golden beam descended like the sword of divine punishment, hurtling straight toward where the Blood Plague Cult stood.

Wherever the Light of Judgment passed, the air seemed to ignite at once, hissing sharply. The surrounding trees were caught in the powerful energy and instantly burst into raging flames. Fire devoured everything in its path with crackling pops, while branches blackened, snapped, and fell one after another, kicking up clouds of dust. The ground was also smashed apart by the immense force, fissures spreading outward like savage giant pythons.

The Blood Plague Cult members stood frozen by the sudden attack, their faces filled with terror.

Blood Serpent Douluo reacted the fastest. His eyes widened like bronze bells, filled with shock and fury.

His body instinctively leaped backward like an agile venomous snake, trying to evade the fatal blow.

At the same time, his fifth soul ring lit up. A layer of dark green light spread from his body, forming a poisonous mist shield in an attempt to block the powerful attack.

Blood Grudge Douluo opened his mouth in terror. His legs trembled uncontrollably, and he nearly collapsed beneath the dreadful pressure.

He frantically raised both hands, wanting to do something to protect himself, yet he only appeared helpless and panicked.

The other Blood Plague Cult followers descended into complete chaos. Some fled with their heads in their hands, while others stood blankly in place, awaiting fate's judgment.

The golden Light of Judgment crashed fiercely into Blood Serpent Douluo's poisonous mist shield with overwhelming force.

For a moment, the golden radiance and dark green mist collided violently, erupting in a blinding flash and deafening boom. The energy shockwave spread outward like a raging sea, sweeping everything nearby into it.

Under the Light of Judgment's tremendous assault, cracks rapidly spread across the poisonous mist shield, like glass on the verge of shattering.

Amid the violent collision, Blood Serpent Douluo felt an immense force slam into his body, as though his internal organs had all shifted out of place.

His face instantly turned pale as paper, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

He gritted his teeth and desperately maintained the shield, but the Light of Judgment was simply too powerful. In the end, the shield could no longer bear the strain and shattered with a bang.

The Light of Judgment continued downward, crashing directly into the Blood Plague Cult. For a moment, screams and cries of alarm echoed through the dense forest.

Some cultists were struck by the light and instantly melted by the heat, turning into piles of ash.

Others were blasted away by the shockwave and slammed heavily into tree trunks, their fate unknown.

The entire area occupied by the Blood Plague Cult instantly became a chaotic killing ground of death and destruction.

In the sky, a figure wearing an imposing military uniform slowly emerged, golden wings shining behind him. His eyes were as sharp as cold stars, filled with righteousness and majesty.

It was Angel Douluo Yue Zhengen! At that moment, the might of a level 99 Limit Douluo was on full display!

As the holy Light of Judgment slowly faded, the smoke and dust gradually dispersed beneath the mountain wind like scattered gloom.

The Blood Plague Cult's once-hidden hideout had become a scene straight out of hell. The air was thick with the acrid stench of burning, mingled with blood and rot, enough to make one retch.

Blood Grudge Douluo and Blood Serpent Douluo barely remained standing amid the ruins.

Blood Grudge Douluo was trembling all over. Just moments ago, he had directly summoned his Three-Word Battle Armor to defend himself, but he had still been injured. Bloody foam continuously spilled from his mouth with every breath, and his face was filled with terror and despair.

Though Blood Serpent Douluo had yet to fall, he was also swaying on his feet. Most of his black scales had been burned black and broken, exposing scorched flesh beneath that gave off wisps of smoke. His eyes burned with rage and disbelief.

Around them, the Blood Plague Cult force that had once numbered in the hundreds now looked as though it had been through a massacre.

Severed limbs lay strewn across the ground, the muscles on some of the arms still twitching. Charred, twisted bodies resembled dead trees struck by lightning. Very few survivors remained; only several dozen were still struggling and gasping for breath.

Some had been burned so badly that their flesh split open, their agonized moans never ceasing. Others had lost both legs in the explosion and could only crawl across the ground with their hands, their eyes filled with fear and helplessness.

Blood Serpent Douluo glared furiously at Yue Zhengen hovering in midair and screamed hoarsely, "It's you! Angel Douluo!"

His voice had become shrill and piercing from anger, brimming with hatred.

Yet before Yue Zhengen could respond, he said in panic, "No! That's impossible! You and your soldiers should all be guarding Clear Spirit City and dealing with the epidemic right now. How could you be here?"

Yue Zhengen gave a disdainful sneer, his voice echoing through the mountains like a great bell. "Strike when the enemy is unprepared and attack their logistical supplies! You dare show off a tactic from tens of thousands of years ago before me? Do you think I spent all these decades as a Federation general for nothing?!"

His eyes were filled with contempt for Blood Serpent Douluo, as though he were looking at an immature, clownish fool.

"Besides," Yue Zhengen continued, his gaze blazing, "did you really think I would be foolish enough to disclose such important information about the supplies to the public?

"I deliberately let the spies you planted in the camp hear it, and you actually took the bait!

"As for those supplies, they have long since safely arrived in Clear Spirit City through another secret route!" With that, he waved a hand.

At once, the doors of the soul-guided transport vehicles that had seemed to be loaded with supplies were thrown open one after another.

What poured out from the vehicles were not precious provisions, but elite soldiers of the Federation Southern Legion, dressed in neat uniforms and wearing cold expressions.

They spread out swiftly and orderly like a well-trained pack of wolves, surrounding the Blood Plague Cult members on all sides.

The soul-guided weapons in the soldiers' hands glinted coldly, radiating a chilling murderous aura that declared the battle's outcome had long been decided.

Yue Zhengen looked down from above at the surrounded Blood Plague Cult members. The wings behind him trembled slightly, casting holy light as an immense pressure swept outward like an invisible tide.

His voice was steady and imposing. "Surrender at once. Do not force me to act personally! If you surrender obediently, you may yet keep your lives. Otherwise, do not blame me for showing no mercy!"

His words echoed through the air, every word like a heavy hammer smashing into the hearts of the Blood Plague Cult members. Blood Serpent Douluo's expression grew even darker, veins bulging across his forehead.

His heart struggled amid rage, fear, and unwillingness.

He knew that his carefully planned scheme had already failed. Given everything he had done, even if he surrendered, he likely would not survive. He was now facing a hopeless situation.

As for the Blood Plague Cult followers who had survived by chance, they had long since been scared out of their wits.

Their eyes were full of fear and confusion. Surrounded by Federation soldiers, they trembled helplessly like lambs awaiting slaughter, completely at a loss.

Some had already gone weak in the knees and collapsed to the ground. Others had even begun to sob, begging for forgiveness.

Blood Grudge Douluo exchanged a glance with Blood Serpent Douluo, and both understood their predicament.

Rather than surrendering and being thrown into prison, only to suffer humiliation before dying, they might as well make one last gamble.

They were both Super Douluos. Wearing Three-Word Battle Armor, they might not necessarily stand no chance against a Limit Douluo.

A vicious glint flashed through Blood Serpent Douluo's eyes. He stamped his foot, and Soul Power surged wildly through his entire body like a raging tide.

In an instant, light exploded around him. Sheets of black metal inscribed with mysterious runes howled out of the void, assembling in the blink of an eye into a set of Three-Word Battle Armor that radiated a sinister aura.

The armor resembled a lurking ferocious beast, every pattern seeming like a bloodthirsty fang.

Blood Serpent Douluo wore a savage snake-shaped helmet. Dark green light flickered in his eyes like burning ghostfire, carrying boundless evil.

Almost at the same time, light blazed around Blood Grudge Douluo as well, and his Three-Word Battle Armor likewise erupted with an even stronger aura.

The two exchanged a look and roared in unison. Like two vicious pythons emerging from their lairs, they charged toward Yue Zhengen in the sky with overwhelming malice.

Yue Zhengen stood in the air, the holy wings behind him trembling slightly, like a god looking down upon ants.

Watching the two charge at him with murderous momentum, the corner of his mouth lifted into a disdainful smile. His voice was cold and scornful. "Heh. I knew talking nonsense to Evil Soul Masters like you, whose minds are full of wicked thoughts, was nothing but a waste of breath."

With that, he did not even summon his Four-Word Battle Armor. He simply flapped his wings and shot toward them like a shining meteor.

In an instant, the sky seemed to be stirred by an invisible giant hand.

Yue Zhengen collided with Blood Serpent and Blood Grudge Douluo. Every clash erupted with deafening thunder, violently shaking the air and creating visible ripples that spread in every direction.

Powerful Soul Power fluctuations swept through everything around them like a raging storm. Gale winds howled, trees were uprooted, and massive boulders were shattered into powder.

The three figures darted through the sky like phantoms, flickering in and out of sight.

Yue Zhengen moved with ease. Every attack was swift as lightning and immensely powerful, each blow containing boundless majesty.

Blood Serpent and Blood Grudge Douluo, however, coordinated flawlessly. One flanked from the left while the other attacked from the right, each move vicious as they attempted to break through Yue Zhengen's defenses.

Yet after dozens of exchanges, the battle gradually became clear.

Yue Zhengen's smooth, flowing attacks left Blood Serpent and Blood Grudge Douluo struggling to cope. Every counterattack precisely struck their vital points, causing cracks to gradually appear in their Three-Word Battle Armor and throwing their Soul Power fluctuations into disorder.

Clearly, Yue Zhengen held the upper hand.

Seeing this, a trace of panic flashed through Blood Grudge Douluo's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by madness.

He knew that if he did not go all out now, he would certainly be buried here today. He threw back his head and roared as his Soul Power instantly rose to its peak, purple-black soul rings flashing behind him.

Then he raised his skull staff with both hands and began chanting. A powerful, evil aura erupted from his body. "Martial Soul Avatar!"

With his furious roar, a massive black beam shot into the sky. A gigantic skull overflowing with endless resentment appeared overhead. It stood dozens of meters tall, ghostly green flames burning within its hollow eye sockets, as though a demon from hell were staring at the world.

It opened its bloody maw and let out a roar that shook the heavens. Then fierce winds rose in the sky as countless small skulls formed from resentment rained down, gathering into a horrifying skull storm that swept toward Yue Zhengen.

Blood Serpent Douluo refused to be outdone. He shouted, "Martial Soul Avatar!" In an instant, a blood-red giant snake dozens of meters long appeared from nowhere.

The giant snake was crimson from head to tail, its scales glinting with an eerie light. Every scale was engraved with mysterious runes, as though they contained endless evil power.

Its eyes were like burning flames, radiating bloodthirsty desire. Blood Serpent Douluo rode atop the giant snake's head, forming seals with his hands as he silently chanted an incantation.

Purple-black poisonous mist spewed from the giant snake's mouth, spreading like rolling smoke. It intertwined with Blood Grudge Douluo's skull storm, creating a terrifying zone of death.

Wherever the poisonous mist passed, trees instantly withered, and the ground turned pitch-black, releasing a pungent stench.

Faced with this terrifying sight, as though the end of the world had arrived, Yue Zhengen remained calm, as if it were nothing out of the ordinary to him.

He folded his arms and raised the corner of his mouth slightly. "Every time, it's either skulls or resentful spirits. Do you Evil Soul Masters have nothing new? You always use these pathetic tricks."

As he spoke, the soul rings on his body blazed brightly. His fourth and fifth soul rings lit up at the same time, their dazzling radiance making it impossible to keep one's eyes open.

"Fourth Soul Skill! Angel's Descent!" With Yue Zhengen's roar, a massive angelic phantom appeared in midair. The angel stood a hundred meters tall, its holy brilliance illuminating the entire dark sky. The six wings behind it were flawless white, every feather gleaming with sacred runes.

It held a longsword shining with golden light. Mysterious patterns covered the blade, as though it had been forged from the purest power in heaven and earth.

"Fifth Soul Skill! Angel's Wrath!" Yue Zhengen bellowed again.

In an instant, the angelic phantom erupted with light. A terrifying surge of holy energy exploded like a volcanic eruption, forming an enormous sphere of energy.

The sphere radiated dazzling brilliance like a second sun. Holy light pierced through the layers of skull storm and poisonous mist like sharp swords, sweeping toward Blood Grudge Douluo and Blood Serpent Douluo.

As Blood Grudge Douluo felt the overwhelming energy rushing toward him, despair surged in his heart. He tried to dodge, only to find that an invisible holy force had bound his body, leaving him unable to move at all.

The holy light instantly swallowed him. He let out a shrill scream as his body rapidly turned to ash within the radiance, leaving behind only a wisp of black smoke that dissipated into the air.

Just as the holy light was about to strike Blood Serpent Douluo, Yue Zhengen flashed and instantly appeared at his side.

Golden light gleamed in his eyes as a powerful spiritual wave surged into Blood Serpent Douluo's mind like a raging tide.

Blood Serpent Douluo felt as though his head had been struck by a heavy hammer. The intense pain made him unleash a miserable roar.

His spiritual world instantly collapsed like a dilapidated house ravaged by a hurricane, cracks spreading throughout his consciousness. His body lost control, falling from the sky like a kite with its string cut.

Yue Zhengen reached out and firmly caught the unconscious Blood Serpent Douluo.

Looking at Blood Serpent Douluo in his hand, Yue Zhengen showed not the slightest mercy. He muttered, "If we did not need the antibody serum in your body to develop an antidote, I could have destroyed you all within three moves."

Then he turned to the army on the ground. "Continue escorting these Evil Soul Masters back to camp. I will head to Clear Spirit City first."

With that, he lightly flapped his wings and sped toward the Federation camp in Clear Spirit City with Blood Serpent Douluo in tow.