Western outskirts of Eastsea City, ruins of a remote village.
The moonlight was pale and deathly still, shrouding this village that had just suffered a catastrophic disaster. The air was thick with the stench of blood, and beneath it lingered the hollow chill of life having been completely drained away. Among the broken walls and ruins, shriveled corpses silently bore accusation.
"Hahaha! This is... the power of Life Unending! Incredible!" Dark Dragon Douluo stood beside a pool of blood, growling excitedly. There were horrifying holes through the front and back of his chest, their edges charred black, yet the flesh beneath had already completely healed, gleaming with an abnormal pale golden sheen.
"Brother, we should go. If we delay any longer, the bishop will be unhappy." Dark Phoenix Douluo emerged from the shadows and casually tossed aside a dried corpse. She was beautiful, and there was still a faint trace of youthful innocence between her brows, though it was concealed beneath deliberately maintained indifference. Looking at Dark Dragon Douluo's chest, a nearly imperceptible trace of heartache flashed through her eyes, but her tone remained as steady as possible.
"Yeah, yeah, right away." Dark Dragon Douluo took a red soul device from his clothes, activated it, and stuffed it beneath a wooden shack's support pillar. The sound of "tick-tock, tick-tock" was particularly piercing amid the deathly silence.
"Heh, it's all thanks to the strand of Blue Silver Origin bestowed by His Excellency the bishop." Dark Dragon Douluo walked to Dark Phoenix Douluo's side, and the two headed out of the village shoulder to shoulder. Pointing at the hole in his chest, he spoke with lingering fear and even deeper greed. "That old bastard living in seclusion here was actually a peak Soul Douluo with Three-Word Battle Armor. That punch he threw