On the outskirts of Dahan City, Huanggang Village.
There was no daylight here, only dim, deathly silence.
The houses in the village were dilapidated. This was the Ghost Messenger's ghost domain.
A terrifying place that suppressed all supernatural forces, with no way to counter it.
In midair, a dazzling golden light flashed wildly.
Douluo Qian Jun hovered in the air, holding the Coiling Dragon Staff, around which a dark-gold dragon coiled.
His nine soul rings-two yellow, two purple, and five black-pulsed wildly, erupting with blinding light.
"Break!" Douluo Qian Jun roared, veins bulging on his forehead.
His eighth soul ring blazed with black light. The Coiling Dragon Staff transformed into a roaring dragon and smashed into the gray void ahead with world-destroying force.
Boom!
Soul power surged, and fierce winds howled.
Yet when that terrifying strike landed on the gray haze, it failed to stir even a single ripple.
Like a drop of water falling into an abyss, it was swallowed without a trace.
Douluo Qian Jun's face turned ashen, his chest heaving.
Ever since being transported to this damned place, he had made countless attempts to escape the village, unleashing his utmost speed and strength.
But no matter how high or how fast he flew, he could not leave the village.
"What the hell is this place? An illusion? Or some kind of spatial soul skill?"
Douluo Qian Jun tightened his grip on the Coiling Dragon Staff, a trace of gravity finally entering his eyes.
The peak level ninety-six soul power he took such pride in seemed to have become a joke here.
Just then, the space in front of Douluo Qian Jun suddenly twisted.
A strong, salty, fishy odor hit him, accompanied by a terrifying pressure that nearly left him unable to breathe.
Deep-blue light rippled outward like water.
A tall, slender figure slowly emerged within the blue light.
With both hands in his pockets, Lin Cheng stood quietly in the air, his body in an eerie, semitransparent, insubstantial state.
Douluo Qian Jun's pupils abruptly contracted, and he instantly held the Coiling Dragon Staff across his chest.
"Someone's here?!"
Douluo Continent.
Spirit City, the Papal Hall.
Deathly silence.
Every elder and worshipper stared fixedly at the image on the Sky Screen.
Qian Daoliu sprang to his feet, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"Qian Jun's eighth soul skill couldn't even make a sound? What exactly is that gray fog?!"
Shrek Academy.
Watching the Sky Screen, Yu Xiaogang suddenly slapped his thigh and spoke loudly to Flender and Tang San beside him.
"I understand now! Douluo Qian Jun can't fly out because he triggered that village's rules!"
"The village is a giant maze. Anyone who uses soul power to fly will get lost!"
"The harder he tries, the deeper he gets trapped!"
Tang San furrowed his brow. "Teacher, how can he get out, then?"
"It's simple!" Yu Xiaogang adjusted his glasses, brimming with confidence.
"Put away his martial soul and walk out like an ordinary person!"
"As long as he doesn't use soul power, he won't be targeted! Douluo Qian Jun relies too heavily on his martial soul. That's a common failing among the soul masters of Douluo Continent!"
Flender listened in a daze. Although something seemed off, he also felt that Yu Xiaogang's explanation made some sense.
It also lined up with what had been said earlier about finding the rules.
The world of Mysterious Revival, Dachang City.
Beneath the gloomy sky, few pedestrians walked the streets.
Hu Liena and Yu Tianheng walked side by side along the sidewalk, both looking somewhat grave.
They had just received the information Liu Xiaoyu had sent about the Cockroach Club.
"Ghost handlers!" Hu Liena bit her red lip, a trace of conflict flashing in her eyes.
Yu Tianheng drew a deep breath, his gaze gradually sharpening.
"Nana, read the information carefully," Yu Tianheng said in a low voice as he analyzed it.
"They may control ghosts, but the vast majority only control one."
"So what? Ghosts can't be killed!" Hu Liena countered.
"Ghosts can't be killed, but people can!"
A ruthless glint flashed in Yu Tianheng's eyes. "The information makes it very clear. Apart from the parts eroded by supernatural forces, a ghost handler's body is no different from an ordinary person's!"
"They bleed. Their necks can be broken, and they'll die if their hearts are shattered!"
Hu Liena froze for a moment, then caught on.
"You mean..."
"Assassination." Yu Tianheng clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking.
"With our speed and strength as soul masters, we just have to snap their necks or shatter their hearts in an instant before they can use their supernatural abilities. Then those eerie attacks won't do anything!"
Hu Liena fell silent.
Although Yu Tianheng's analysis made sense, this mission was still fraught with lethal danger.
If they failed, or their opponents reacted in time, they would face supernatural attacks they had no way to counter.
But the Ghost Mirror that could resurrect people and the Ghost Cabinet that could grant any wish surfaced in Hu Liena's mind.
The temptation was too great.
As long as they survived in this world and brought those things back to Douluo Continent, Spirit Hall would surely unite the world under its rule!
"Let's do it!" A look of resolve flashed in Hu Liena's eyes.
Just as the two made up their minds.
At the intersection ahead, two flustered figures wearing clothing from Douluo Continent came into view.
One was a Red Hair young man, the other a blond young man in luxurious clothes.
They were Yan and Xue Beng, who had just been transported here!
The two wandered aimlessly through the streets like headless chickens, their eyes full of confusion as they looked at the towering modern buildings and cars speeding past.
"Yan!" Hu Liena's eyes lit up, and she hurried over.
Hearing that familiar voice, Yan shuddered. The instant he turned and saw Hu Liena, relief washed over him.
"Nana! It's really you!"
Yan rushed forward excitedly, as though he had found a lifeline.
Hu Liena was delighted to see Yan as well.
Yan was a prodigy of the Spirit Hall Golden Generation, a Power Attack System Battle Soul King!
With him joining them, their chances of success would improve dramatically.
When Xue Beng spotted Yu Tianheng nearby, he scrambled toward him as though he had found his own father.
"Yu Tianheng! Brother Tian Heng! Save me! Help me survive!"
Xue Beng clung to Yu Tianheng's thigh, snot and tears covering his face, without a shred of princely dignity.
Yu Tianheng looked down at Xue Beng, a trace of disgust flashing in his eyes.
Ignoring Xue Beng's pleas, he kicked him away.
In this world, dragging along a useless weakling with no fighting ability would only lead to death. He had no value whatsoever.
Hu Liena ignored Xue Beng on the ground and quickly pressed the call button on her specially made headset.
"Liu Xiaoyu, this is Hu Liena."
"Go ahead." Liu Xiaoyu's somewhat languid voice came through the Earpiece.
"I have a companion who's quite strong. He wants to join the Paranormal Forum too. Can he take part in the mission with us?"
Hu Liena asked tentatively.
A faint yawn came from the other end of the Earpiece.
"The number of people doesn't matter." Liu Xiaoyu's voice carried a note of indifference.
"Boss Lin said that as long as you deal with the Cockroach Club, all of you can join the Forum, no matter how many there are."
"The Forum doesn't keep dead weight. Only results matter."
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