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The moment the Star Luo Empire's Titled Douluo joined the battlefield, they were encircled by the Heavenly Dragon Empire's Titled Douluo, corralled together with the Titled Douluo of Spirit Hall and Sea God Island.
At the same time, ten of the Heavenly Dragon Empire's Titled Douluo shifted into a strange formation.
In an instant, their auras surged madly, distinct waves of soul power weaving together.
"Blood Curtain Tianhua!"
The ten roared in unison, and their differing soul powers fused completely.
In the blink of an eye, the entire battlefield was shrouded in a dense, blood-red radiance.
That light spread like clotted blood-mist, swelling outward to envelop the Titled Douluo of Spirit Hall, Sea God Island, and Star Luo all together.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and the others felt the scenery around them twist. When their vision cleared again, they realized they now stood upon a grim, blood-drenched killing field.
The sky pressed down as a suffocating crimson vault; the earth was soaked in gore and reeked with a choking metallic stench.
Countless warped silhouettes loomed in and out of sight—among them, the fallen Titled Douluo of Star Luo who had died earlier.
Now, they had become the lingering wraiths of this battlefield.
"Skree!"
Before words could form, those specters loosed piercing shrieks.
They rushed the trapped experts from Spirit Hall, Sea God Island, and Fu Yunshi's group from every direction, like crashing tides of blood beating upon them from all sides.
"Quick—defense!"
Startled pale by the onrushing crimson tide, Chrysanthemum Douluo unleashed his soul skill without hesitation.
Petal upon petal unfurled, layering thickly as they spun like blades and expanded outward, cocooning their allies within.
"Kill!"
With a low shout, he drove his soul power to its limits.
The encircling petals turned into razor-edged darts, scything toward the swarming wraiths on every flank.
"Puchi, puchi, puchi!"
The petals pierced the blood-shadows without resistance, bursting them into sprays of red mist.
Yet, in the next heartbeat, those scattered wraiths re-coalesced, unharmed.
They bared fangs and claws and lunged again, unstoppable.
Ghost Douluo, seeing this, vanished into the blood-hued gloom, attempting to strike from shadow as only he could.
But he was, in the end, only a false ghost—while these were true ghosts.
Before he could react, a translucent wraith arm thrust from the void like a hooked talon and clamped onto his shoulder.
Ghost Douluo's body jolted; a muffled groan of pain escaped him.
With a tearing sound, five deep gashes opened in his flesh, blood pouring as if it cost nothing.
"Damn you—die!"
He slashed out with a single claw, blasting the owner of that arm into blood-mist.
But a mere blink later, the specter was whole again.
In the center of the field, Sea Lance Douluo planted his blue-glowing sea spear into the ground with a thunderous strike.
At once, waves surged up around him, swelling outward in overlapping crests—tides to counter the tides of blood.
"Rumble!"
Any wraith caught by the surging waves was swept up and smashed apart, scattered to the winds.
Yet the next instant, they forced free of the waters and pounced again, tangling him and his allies in an unending melee.
Fu Yunshi, transformed into a majestic cloud lion, was awe-inspiring, his white mane turned eerie beneath the crimson light.
A faint white radiance haloed his body—his soul power's protective field.
He roared again and again, each bellow shaking the very air.
His paws struck with terrible force, batting several wraiths aside with each sweep.
But they seemed endless, throwing themselves forward without fear or limit.
At that moment, the Titled Douluo of Spirit Hall, Sea God Island, and Star Luo pressed back-to-back into a ring, supporting one another.
Their martial souls shone together, interlacing a sturdy defensive line.
But their soul power was finite.
With each passing breath the drain grew immense; their breathing turned ragged, and new wounds multiplied across battered bodies.
One of them, exhausted of soul power, was caught—and torn to pieces in an instant.
He then rose again as another wraith among the endless host, turning his claws upon his former comrades.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo saw the Titled Douluo of Spirit Hall nearing collapse and grew frantic.
Sweat beaded on Chrysanthemum Douluo's brow. He snapped his head toward Ghost Douluo, eyes set with resolve. "Old Ghost—we can't go on like this. Use our Martial Soul Fusion!"
Ghost Douluo gave a slight nod. His face was pale as paper, but his gaze was equally firm.
Even as he spoke, the two closed together, standing back-to-back.
Soul power roared up around them, pouring together, surging skyward.
"Two Poles Stillness Domain!"
In an instant, an invisible wave exploded outward from their position, and the whole blood-soaked battlefield seemed to freeze beneath a sudden pause.
The frenzied wraiths halted mid-lunge, locked in place.
"Now! Hit them—carve a path and break the encirclement!"
Panting, Chrysanthemum Douluo bellowed at the Titled Douluo of Spirit Hall, Sea God Island, and Star Luo alike.
But just as the others moved to strike, the rigid wraiths began to tremble.
"How…how is this possible?!" Ghost Douluo's eyes were wide with disbelief.
This shuddering was the precursor—the Two Poles Stillness Domain was about to fail.
The space itself cracked like shattering glass, veins of blood-red light splitting it apart without warning.
With a thunderclap, the Two Poles Stillness Domain collapsed.
"No—!" Chrysanthemum Douluo roared in despair.
With the fusion domain gone, the pair were suddenly laid bare before the wraiths' attacks.
A monstrous specter, radiating a terrifying aura, swung an arm as thick as the trunk of a centuries-old tree and smashed down toward the duo.
They had no time to dodge; the blow hurled them through the air like severed kites.
They traced arcs across the bloody sky and slammed into the ground, kicking up clouds of crimson mist.
"Elder Chrysanthemum! Elder Ghost!"
The remaining Titled Douluo of Spirit Hall cried out in panic.
At the very instant the wraiths swooped in to tear the two apart, one Titled Douluo of Spirit Hall hurled himself forward without hesitation.
He used his body to shield Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo from the killing strike.
In a blink, he was shredded into drifting scraps.
But Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo lived.
Yet the once-tight defensive line was now shattered; one after another, Titled Douluo fell beneath the wraiths' ruthless assault.
Sea Lance Douluo, mighty as he was, could not stand alone forever.
Beset by several powerful wraiths, his body was riddled with a hundred bloody holes; at last, he bled out and died.
Fu Yunshi's cloud lion form also perished in the chaos, his massive body collapsing into a pool of blood, without even a chance to retaliate.
Screams and furious shouts interwove across the field; the stench of blood grew only stronger.
Where once there were twenty or thirty Titled Douluo, in this short span, half were dead.
Some lay headless; others were torn to fragments—sights too horrific to behold.
The survivors were grievously wounded and sunk in despair.
Against these undying, unkillable wraiths, without outside intervention, death was certain.
Outside the Blood Curtain Tianhua, the Heavenly Dragon Empire's Titled Douluo watched with mocking eyes.
As they gathered soul power to finish the massacre within, a colossal, silver-white tiger—dozens of meters long—plunged down from the heavens.
It was the Netherworld White Tiger.
"Roar!"
The great tiger opened its jaws wide, and a beam of black-and-white light lanced forth—aimed straight at the Blood Curtain Tianhua.
(End of Chapter)