In the Douluo God Realm, the sea of blood-red clouds around the Asura God Temple churned with unusual violence. Dark crimson lightning snaked through the clouds, illuminating the sinister stone chair within the temple.
The Asura God had barely returned to his palace before he eagerly released his divine sense, trying to contact the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King. Yet his divine sense sank like a stone into the sea, without so much as a whisper of a response.
His brows knitted tightly, unease filling his scarlet eyes as he murmured:
"Could Qian Daoliu have trapped him?"
Unwilling to give up, he tried activating the restriction he had left inside the Bat King-a safeguard against betrayal. With a single thought, he could detonate the Bat King's soul.
But when his divine sense reached into the Douluo Continent, he could not detect the restriction at all, as though it had never left a trace.
"Impossible!"
The Asura God roared and slammed his palm against the stone table. Spiderweb cracks instantly spread across its surface, and the sea of blood-red clouds churned even more wildly in response to his fury.
"What exactly did Qian Daoliu do? Could he have erased even the restriction formed from my divine sense?"
Beyond his anger lay an even deeper dread, one that seeped into his very bones.
He knew the Bat King's strength well. Even in a parasitic state, he possessed combat power approaching that of a Peak Douluo. With the added support of the divine sense the Asura God had left behind, how could he have been subdued so easily? Qian Daoliu's strength was probably even more terrifying than he had estimated.
"Tang Chen... the Bat King..." the Asura God murmured, a vicious glint flashing through his eyes.
He had intended to send his divine sense