[Teleportation commencing]
The cold, mechanical voice once again resounded across the Douluo Continent.
This time, the earlier greed was gone, replaced by boundless terror.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
"Rongrong!"
Ning Fengzhi's gentle expression instantly twisted. He sprang to his feet, shattering the teacup in his hand.
"Uncle Jian! Uncle Gu! Stop that light!"
Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong did not hesitate. Two terrifying waves of pressure belonging to Titled Douluos surged into the sky.
The Seven Kill Sword martial soul left its sheath, its edge sharp enough to rend space as it slashed savagely at the teleportation pillar enveloping Ning Rongrong.
The phantom of a bone dragon roared. Its enormous skeletal claws tore through the void, attempting to drag Ning Rongrong out of the light.
And yet.
The instant the two Titled Douluos' all-out attacks touched the teleportation pillar, they vanished like stones dropped into the sea, without raising so much as a ripple.
That was the power of laws, something that stood completely above soul power.
"No! Dad! Grandpa Jian! Grandpa Gu! Save me!"
The bloody scenes from the sky-screen broadcast had frightened Ning Rongrong deathly pale, and tears spilled from her eyes.
She desperately pounded against the pillar of light, but she could do nothing to resist.
The pillar shot into the sky, and Ning Rongrong instantly disappeared.
"Rongrong!" Ning Fengzhi collapsed into his chair, his eyes bloodshot.
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo exchanged a glance, each seeing the horror in the other's eyes.
A power that even Titled Douluos could not budge-just what level of existence was that so-called Mysterious Revival plane?
Spirit City, the Papal Hall.
Bibi Dong watched Xie Yue's name on the sky screen, her brows tightly furrowed.
The Golden Generation was Spirit Hall's hope for the future, and Xie Yue was one of its finest.
But after witnessing Meng Shenji's gruesome fate, she held no hope that Xie Yue would survive.
"Pass down my order. All members of Spirit Hall are to cease every attempt to probe the sky screen."
Bibi Dong issued her command coldly. "Until we understand that world's rules, no one is to act rashly."
The Star Luo Empire, the Broken Clan.
Holding his Soul Breaking Spear, Yang Wudi threw back his head and roared, "Let's see what kind of monster can kill a Soul Douluo in an instant!"
Rather than resisting, he willingly stepped into the teleportation pillar.
As a Soul Douluo devoted entirely to offense, retreat was not in his vocabulary.
The outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest.
A Three-Thousand-Year Mandala Snake, over ten meters long and dark green from head to tail, lay coiled around a giant tree, flicking its tongue.
Suddenly, a pillar of light descended from the sky and enveloped it.
The next second.
The sky screen lit up again, dividing into four perspectives.
No. 7 Middle School, Dachang City.
It was still the same deathly silent, gray ghost domain.
The first perspective belonged to the Three-Thousand-Year Mandala Snake, a venomous creature whose very name inspired terror in the Star Dou Great Forest.
It had been teleported onto the school sports field.
The moment it landed, the Mandala Snake sensed the chilling aura in the surrounding air, which made it profoundly uneasy.
It arched its body and hissed a warning. Dark green venom dripped from the tips of its fangs, corroding several large pits into the synthetic running track.
Just then.
More than a dozen Ghost Slaves in school uniforms staggered out of the thick fog at the edge of the field.
They caught the scent of a living creature, and their hollow, lifeless eyes all fixed on the Mandala Snake.
Enraged, the Mandala Snake lunged forward, opened its enormous maw, and sank its fangs into one Ghost Slave's neck.
Its lethal venom flooded in instantly.
On the Douluo Continent, a Three-Thousand-Year Mandala Snake's venom could poison an elephant to death in seconds.
Yet the Ghost Slave it had bitten did not even struggle. Not a trace of poisoning appeared on its ashen skin.
It merely raised its hands slowly and gripped the Mandala Snake's scales.
Then the other Ghost Slaves pounced as well.
There were no dazzling soul skills, no deafening roars.
Only the most primitive, savage biting and tearing.
The sound of chewing set teeth on edge.
Before the Ghost Slaves' corpse-spotted fingers and teeth, the Mandala Snake's tough scales were as fragile as crackers.
It thrashed its massive body wildly, trying to crush those monsters with its constricting strength.
But the Ghost Slaves felt no pain, nor did they care about broken bones.
Like a pack of tireless ghouls, they tore away the Mandala Snake's flesh, bite by bite.
As Ghost Slaves swarmed forward without end, in just three minutes.
A three-thousand-year soul beast that could give even Soul Elders and Soul Ancestors on the Douluo Continent a headache.
Was flayed alive, its sinews torn out, and devoured down to a bare skeleton by this pack of the lowest-ranking Ghost Slaves.
The viewers across the Douluo Continent once again fell into deathly silence.
Yu Xiaogang's eyes widened in disbelief. "Mandala Snake venom is extremely potent, and its scales are as hard as iron. How could a pack of monsters without any soul power eat it alive?!"
Tang San also fell silent.
The knowledge of poisons he took such pride in seemed utterly useless in that world.
The second perspective belonged to Xie Yue of the Spirit Hall Golden Generation.
He had been teleported onto the roof of the Teaching Building.
Xie Yue was clever.
Having witnessed Meng Shenji's gruesome fate, he knew that in this world, he absolutely must not open any doors, much less respond to that eerie knocking.
"As long as I don't go, I can survive."
Xie Yue took a deep breath, forcing down the fear in his heart.
He sat cross-legged, sensing the dense, chilling aura around him.
"That old fool Meng Shenji was too greedy. He actually tried to absorb it directly. All I need to do is guide it slowly with soul power and temper my Moon Blade martial soul little by little. That will definitely make my martial soul evolve!"
Xie Yue summoned two curved blades shaped like crescent moons and began carefully drawing in the surrounding paranormal aura.
He thought he had found a loophole in this world.
And yet.
In the world of Mysterious Revival, paranormal power could not be assimilated or controlled by a low-level energy such as soul power.
The instant the first wisp of chilling aura traveled along the Moon Blade and entered Xie Yue's body.
Xie Yue violently spat out a mouthful of black blood.
To his horror, he discovered that the aura was utterly beyond his control. It instantly ate away at his internal organs.
His skin rapidly turned ashen, and broad patches of corpse spots spread from his neck.
"No! Help!"
Xie Yue collapsed to the ground in agony, both hands clamped tightly around his own throat.
His eyes rapidly filled with a murky blackness, and his body shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In less than ten seconds.
Spirit Hall's prodigy, a level 52 Power Attack System Battle Soul King, became a withered corpse.
Bibi Dong closed her eyes, her fingers turning white from how tightly she gripped her scepter.
The third perspective belonged to Yang Wudi, patriarch of the Broken Clan.
He had been teleported into the second-floor corridor.
The moment he landed, he encountered the blue-gray Ghost Baby that had just eaten Mad Rhino.
"You're the beast that killed Mad Rhino?"
Yang Wudi glared furiously, unleashing his level 82 soul power without holding anything back.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black-eight soul rings pulsed wildly beneath his feet.
"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul Avatar!"
A jet-black Soul Breaking Spear appeared in his hand.
Yang Wudi's aura climbed to its peak. With a fierce, unyielding resolve, he drove his spear viciously toward the Ghost Baby's head.
"Die!"
That thrust could have pierced straight through a small mountain!