"Human, you have invaded my Domain."
A deep, majestic, chilling voice echoed through the air as surging mental force spread outward.
Huo Yuhao, who was purifying resentful spirits nearby, paused slightly. However, as a faint golden light flowed from the tall gray figure behind him, the pressure brought by that voice was swept away.
He looked at Wang Nan with some concern.
"You continue. Don't mind me."
Wang Nan's voice remained calm, and Huo Yuhao immediately felt more at ease. After glancing at the half of the sky that had already turned blood-red in the distance, he refocused and continued purifying the resentful spirits.
The sky gradually became distorted. Boundless darkness enveloped it, as if the heavens themselves had lowered several points.
Suddenly, without warning, a crack appeared in the sky, as though it had opened an eye. A gigantic eyeball hung in mid-air.
The eyeball rotated slightly, its gaze seemingly carrying substantial power, reducing everything it touched to ashes.
Its attention quickly locked onto Wang Nan. Deep within the eyeball, red light gathered, and in the blink of an eye, a blood-red pillar of light tore through space and enveloped him.
In Wang Nan's perception, the attack was far slower than it appeared. He chose not to evade, calmly waiting for it to descend.
The moment the red light made contact, the eyeball in the sky relaxed for an instant.
At that same moment, a resounding dragon roar erupted.
The pillar of light was instantly forced back, its blood-red hue transforming into golden radiance in a flash.
As the Evil Emperor, a mental-attribute Spirit Beast, it naturally possessed immense confidence in its mental attacks. Even a human Limit Douluo would struggle to withstand them.
That was precisely why, when its attack struck Wang Nan, its vigilance dropped, allowing Wang Nan's counterattack to land squarely.
Even after becoming a Limit Douluo, Wang Nan's fighting style had not changed much.
What his childhood homeroom teacher, Sun He, had taught him was clearly ingrained deep within him: feign weakness, lure the enemy in, and strike decisively at the critical moment. This tactic was especially effective against Spirit Beasts with relatively simple instincts.
How powerful was Wang Nan's mental force? Even the Evil Emperor, a mental-type Spirit Beast with over seven hundred thousand years of cultivation, could not compare.
With a single blow, a painful roar echoed across the sky.
The crack in the heavens snapped shut, and the entire world trembled. A massive mental storm swept through the area, reducing what remained of the Holy Spirit Cult's headquarters to complete ruin.
Even with mental force as strong as the Evil Emperor's, Wang Nan's counterattack inflicted unbearable pain. Its wails resounded endlessly as dozens of massive tentacles lashed out from every direction, intertwining with countless shadows.
Wang Nan calmly observed the tentacles. Golden light flickered in his eyes as his gaze pierced through space itself, falling directly upon the Evil Emperor's true body hidden behind them.
The three Spirit Cores within him vibrated gently. He swept the Coiling Dragon Staff in a half-circle, and an invisible ripple spread outward.
Huo Yuhao, still focused on purifying resentful spirits, remained unaware of what had changed. The Evil Emperor, however, suddenly found its hidden body being forced into view. Confusion flashed through its giant eye.
Besides its terrifying mental force, the Evil Emperor possessed spatial power, allowing it to hide within space and attack from every direction. This space was its natural domain.
Yet now, for reasons it could not understand, it had been exposed.
Wang Nan offered no explanation. The instant the Evil Emperor's true form appeared, he raised his staff and charged forward.
In truth, what Wang Nan did was simple. He merely made a slight adjustment to the Law governing this area.
Breaking open the space where the Evil Emperor hid would have been easy, but since he had promised the God of Love not to cause excessive destruction, he chose a more restrained method.
By reorganizing the disordered space itself, the foreign presence hidden within it was naturally expelled.
Seeing Wang Nan approach, the Evil Emperor abandoned further thought. As a Spirit Beast with seven hundred thousand years of cultivation, it believed it could still contend in direct combat.
The center of its pupil darkened as blood-red color spread across the entire eyeball. The tentacles surrounding it were stained crimson, and its hundreds-of-meters-long body floated in mid-air, releasing a terrifying aura.
High above, several Sun Moon Empire detection Soul Guidance Devices were struck by tentacles and exploded.
"Quick, deploy the ultra-high-altitude detection Soul Guidance Devices!"
Outside the Fiend Forest, the Soul Masters monitoring the area descended into chaos. Reports were already being transmitted upward, layer by layer.
Within the forest, spirit power surged through Wang Nan's body. His seventh spirit ring lit up with golden light, and his figure vanished.
In its place, a colossal golden figure holding a long rod appeared.
The golden figure dwarfed even the Evil Emperor's true body, standing between heaven and earth. Even without detection devices, people near the Fiend Forest could see it with their naked eyes.
A sense of inexplicable panic rose within the Evil Emperor. As a mental-attribute Spirit Beast, it trusted its instincts. Eyes identical to its main one opened along its tentacles as they retracted to shield its core.
"Human, I will no longer pursue your invasion of my Domain. Let us form a pact. From now on, humans may freely enter and leave the Fiend Forest."
Wang Nan did not respond. He simply brought the long rod down.
"In that case—"
The blood-red color in the Evil Emperor's eye deepened, and a faint dark green beam shot straight toward Wang Nan. Wherever it passed, space shattered. Its distorted voice echoed behind the attack.
"Light of Destruction!"
This was a highly condensed fusion of mental force and spatial power.
Yet as golden armor formed around Wang Nan and his torso Spirit Bone emitted a faint glow, the attack only created ripples across the surface of the armor.
The Coiling Dragon Staff descended.
The Evil Emperor's aura collapsed instantly.
The second-ranked of the Ten Great Vicious Beasts, the Evil Emperor, a seven-hundred-thousand-year-old Spirit Beast, stood no chance against Wang Nan.
What appeared to be a prolonged battle was, in reality, only three exchanges.
And in the final strike, Wang Nan used his true power, completely stripping the Evil Emperor of any ability to resist.