Nightmare Douluo, who had fallen to the ground, barely clung to life, sustained only by his powerful mental force. Even with only his right hand still able to move, he unconsciously raised it towards the sky, a fanatical smile on his face.
A muffled, hoarse sound came from his throat, a cry of pain mixed with a crazed laugh. Even as blood flowed ceaselessly from his body, he struggled to crawl toward the crack. "Hahaha, cough, I, I found it, found it!"
"Is this what you were looking for?" Wang Nan asked, taking two steps forward, hoping to glean more information from Nightmare Douluo.
However, Nightmare Douluo merely supported himself with one hand and slowly crawled forward. As if answering Wang Nan, yet also speaking to himself, he muttered, "I found it, the chance to become a Divinity…"
Wang Nan's gaze sharpened, and he looked up at the crack in the sky.
Dark, black blood flowed endlessly from Nightmare Douluo's mouth, soaking his clothes. But he finally stopped moving, though his eyes remained filled with fanaticism as they stared intently at the crack.
The chance to become a Divinity…
Wang Nan looked at the crack before him, feeling the powerful, negative energy emanating from it.
This trace of power made Wang Nan vaguely sense an aura as formidable as Mu En's. If there truly was a chance to become a Divinity behind this, Wang Nan had no doubts.
No wonder the Holy Spirit Cult would send people here at all costs, even a Titled Douluo with similar mental detection abilities. If it was to seek the possibility of becoming a Divinity, sending such a person was not strange. In fact, sending only one Titled Douluo might even be considered conservative.
A flash of golden-red light, and Ma Xiaotao's figure appeared beside Wang Nan. Looking at the spatial crack, her brows furrowed.
"How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine. I had a bit of a headache just now, but it's gone now."
"Good, as long as there's nothing serious." Wang Nan said, then looked back at the spatial crack. The aura within was no longer as dense and dangerous as before, but it was still continuously releasing malevolence.
In the distance, two rays of light approached. A male and a female Spirit Master stopped in front of Wang Nan.
"This… Junior Brother, was it you who sent the distress signal?" The speaker was a middle-aged man in his thirties, with eight spirit rings flashing around him, clearly a Spirit Douluo.
The distress signal Wang Nan had sent into the sky earlier was from the Shrek Supervisory Group. These two should also be Disciples who had graduated from Shrek Academy's Inner Courtyard.
"Indeed, thank you, Senior Brother, for coming to our rescue."
"It's no problem. I just didn't expect that the two Junior Brother and Junior Sister had already dealt with the enemy." The evil aura here continued to spread. The middle-aged Spirit Master looked around and then saw Nightmare Douluo lying on the ground.
"It was just luck." Wang Nan replied, then looked around. Jialing Pass was already brightly lit, with many eyes, both overt and covert, looking in their direction. The battle just now had clearly alarmed many people, but only after the battle ended did anyone dare to approach and observe.
The middle-aged man waved his hand. "Junior Brother is too humble. In a Spirit Master's struggle, luck is also a part of strength. By the way, my home is not far from here. I see that the two Junior Brother and Junior Sister have just gone through a major battle; would you like to rest at my place for a while?"
"Thank you for your kindness, Senior Brother, but we still have a mission from the Academy. If there's an opportunity in the future, we will certainly impose."
"Alright, in that case, I won't disturb you two further. I'll take my leave now." The middle-aged man cupped his hands and, pulling the female Spirit Master beside him, soared into the distance.
It wasn't until they had gone a considerable distance that the female Spirit Master spoke. "Brother, why didn't you act just now? They had just gone through a major battle; they definitely wouldn't have been our match."
"Haven't you watched the last Soul Duel Tournament? Those two are not easy to deal with. We…" As he was speaking, the middle-aged Spirit Master suddenly turned to look at his companion beside him.
"Brother, what's wrong with us?" The female Spirit Master's eyes also cleared, and she then realized what she had just said.
"We must have been affected by something." The middle-aged man looked back behind him. At such a distance, he could no longer see Wang Nan and Ma Xiaotao, and a hint of fear flashed in his heart.
"What's wrong with you?" Wang Nan was just thinking about how to deal with the spatial crack when he suddenly noticed that the aura around Ma Xiaotao was subtly off. His mental force sharply vibrated, bringing her back to full consciousness.
"Ah!" Ma Xiaotao let out a soft cry. "I feel like I'm having that evil fire outbreak feeling again."
Upon hearing this, Wang Nan looked at the spatial crack.
Ma Xiaotao's Spirit had completely transformed into Ultimate Fire. So-called Ultimate meant without a trace of impurities, and the evil fire had naturally disappeared. For her to have this feeling, it could only be due to the influence of this spatial crack.
It's just that…
Wang Nan's gaze unconsciously drifted towards Jialing Pass in the distance, where ordinary people still existed. If even Ma Xiaotao was affected, how could those Spirit Masters with lower cultivation and ordinary people avoid it?
"Xiaotao, quickly return to the Academy and ask Elder Xuan to come here."
"What about you?"
"I don't seem to be affected by it. I want to try to prevent this aura from spreading, otherwise, it won't be good if ordinary people are affected."
"Alright, be careful." Ma Xiaotao was not a procrastinator, nor did she put on a show of "You go!" "I won't go!" With a flutter of her wings, she left the area.
Wang Nan's body rose into the air. His Spirit Saint cultivation was already enough for him to stay in the air for a short time.
As he slowly approached the spatial crack, he finally perceived the true nature of the aura within.
Darkness, evil, resentment, as well as various negative emotions—including greed, slaughter, and lust—spread outward from here.
Wang Nan raised his left hand, his mental force reaching toward the nine-colored, tear-shaped crystal.
"Ah, I sense the aura of a Divinity…" As the Dragon God's tear emitted nine-colored light, the Dragon God's sigh echoed in Wang Nan's ears.
"Which Divinity is this?"
"This Divinity should have already fallen, and even its God Position has shattered. Hmm, if I'm not mistaken, this should be the aura of the Rakshasa God."
"Rakshasa God…"
"Mm." Seeing Wang Nan didn't respond, the Dragon God thought Wang Nan didn't know this Divinity, so it proactively introduced, "The Rakshasa God is the Divinity in charge of evil thoughts, wielding the power of ultimate evil and resentful slaughter, controlling all evil in the world, and representing all negative emotions in the world."
"If the God Position is shattered, who will fulfill this Divinity's duties?"
"This…"