Deathly energy, gray-white as dry bones, erupted outward with him at its center, unfurling layer upon layer like a Rebirth Lotus decayed to its utmost, instantly engulfing the thousand-meter battlefield.
All color was drained from the world. Plants rapidly lost their moisture and turned yellow, their branches weathering away inch by inch.
A gray frost of corrosion swiftly coated the surfaces of metal Soul Tools. Not a trace of vitality remained in the air, only a chill that pierced the bones and eroded the soul.
This was Pluto Douluo's inborn innate domain, Underworld Rebirth. It governed the laws of death and reincarnation; anything with life that stepped inside would suffer its corrosive power.
"Netherworld Gate, open!"
With him at the center, space tore open repeatedly within a hundred-meter radius, and twelve sharply outlined gray gates of light appeared out of thin air.
Beyond the gates lay the Netherworld Wasteland, piled with endless white bones. Bone-piercing, rotten deathly energy poured wildly through the openings. The surrounding air instantly congealed, and the circulation of every living creature's soul power became sluggish.
The twelve gates of light swung inward in unison, and twelve hulking figures, each four meters tall, slowly stepped out.
Outside the Sky Screen, in the Peerless Tang Sect era, Electrolux was dumbstruck at the sight.
"Is that the Gate of the Undead?"
"Could this fellow called the Underworld Emperor also be my disciple?"
In the Spirit Hall era, Qian Daoliu watched another Limit Douluo appear.
He was utterly stunned!
"Wait, how can there be so many Evil Soul Masters twenty thousand years from now? If our Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul lineage were still around, how could we let Evil Soul Masters act so brazenly?"
"Doesn't Shrek claim to be the continent's number one academy? Doesn't the Tang Sect claim to