Huo Yuhao's face was covered in ferocious azure patterns. His pair of eyes had all turned a sickly green. A head of black hair moved without any wind. He was wearing a purple armor, suffused with an ultimate evil purple qi. And on both sides of his back, four huge sickles extended out.
"Leave it to me," Huo Yuhao gently placed Gu Yuena back on the ground. A great purple light shone from his entire body. The next instant, he had already arrived before the Snow Empress.
The Snow Empress's current injuries were very serious. Fortunately, her origin had not been harmed. As long as she was subsequently recuperated with the Gold of Life, she could soon recover.
"Thank you for your hard work," Huo Yuhao bent down and picked her up by the waist.
Including Huo Yuhao's partners, this was the first time they had seen this posture of his. To describe his current appearance with a green face and fangs was not an overstatement at all.
At this most critical moment, Huo Yuhao had revealed his final trump card—the Rakshasa God's possession.
After a long period of cultivation with the power of Hao Dong, Huo Yuhao, compared to the last time he had accepted the Rakshasa's possession, was able to withstand more of the Rakshasa's divine sense. His strength was naturally also stronger.
The Snow Empress knew about his matter. At this time, she was limp in Huo Yuhao's embrace. She actually had a kind of a weak beauty. Unlike the shock that Huo Yuhao's partners felt towards this appearance of his, what was more in her heart was a sense of pity.
To be on par with a god with a mortal's body, what kind of price did one have to pay? The Snow Empress had seen his memory and knew this very well.
The Rakshasa God was an ultimate evil slaughter god, the holy god of evil soul masters. She was the master of evil thoughts. Any soul that accepted her divine sense would be gradually eroded by evil.
So the Rakshasa's possession was Huo Yuhao's final trump card, and also the only trump card he did not dare to use rashly.
Huo Yuhao carried the Snow Empress back to his partners' side, and then immediately extended his palm towards the group from Shrek.
A terrifying suction force burst out from his palm. Ye Linlin, among the few, was captured from a distance. Yan Shaozhe had the intention to stop him but was stunned by a soul impact from Huo Yuhao.
Tang Hao did not make a move to stop him. On the contrary, his entire person was stunned. Looking at this unfamiliar yet familiar posture of Huo Yuhao's, his thoughts had long since returned to that day ten thousand years ago, the kind of powerlessness he had felt as he had watched his son's corpse lie flat before him, as well as the sense of frustration towards that madwoman.
"From this moment on, you are my person. Help me treat them," before Ye Linlin could react, Huo Yuhao had activated his left eye's King Authority, directly acting on the depths of her soul.
After explaining everything, Huo Yuhao turned around and directly faced this Clear Sky Douluo.
"Tang Hao, the enmity from ten thousand years ago, let's end it here."
A female voice that did not belong to him came from within Huo Yuhao, its tone carrying a lofty, sinister air, his killing intent laid bare.
"You are... Bibi Dong!"
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Bang!
Tang San and the God of Destruction directly stood up. Their gazes were fixed on the situation in the screen without blinking. A monstrous wave was stirred up in both their hearts.
"Rakshasa God!"
The vacancy of the Rakshasa God's seat, the God of Destruction was aware of. Back then, the Rakshasa God had been at odds with the previous generation's Asura God. Unfortunately, the Asura God-King, with the suppression of his divine power level and the restraint in their compatibility, had finally, unable to bear it anymore, judged that Rakshasa God, which had also led to her god-seat's inheritance ultimately falling to the Douluo Continent, eroding the inheritance ground of the Asura God's seat.
The last generation's Rakshasa God, before she had had time to return to the Divine Realm, had completely fallen in the decisive battle of Tang San's rise. Coincidentally, at that point in time, the God of Destruction had been busy supervising the affairs of other planes and had not been able to dissuade the previous generation's Asura God-King from colluding with Poseidon. In addition, with the help of the God of Food and the Nine-Colored Goddess, the last Rakshasa God, along with the new Seraphim, had been defeated at Tang San's hands.
By the time the God of Destruction was preparing to come forward and investigate this matter, the main culprit, the previous generation's Asura God, had already gone off with the previous generation's Sea God, Poseidon, arm in arm, to other planes to handle other matters.
As for questioning Tang San, he had just arrived in the Divine Realm and was a pure, greenhorn. The God of Destruction could only let the matter rest.
And now, the Rakshasa God's remnant divine sense had appeared and had even attached itself to the son of fortune of the Douluo plane.
And at the side, Tang San's face was gloomy. Although he had guessed that Bibi Dong still had a remnant divine sense on the continent, he had not expected that she had already clung onto this thigh of a son of fortune.
His father, Tang Hao, had already begun to fuse with the plane's core and was able to control a certain amount of the plane's power, that was true. But how could the power of the plane possibly have a negative impact on the son of fortune it had personally acknowledged? It would be good if it didn't give him an amplification stack.
"Tang San, remember your promise just now! I had originally thought I would be tricked by you. I never thought that your father, who had stolen the plane's core, would actually be up against the contemporary son of the plane. If he cannot use the power of the plane, he, a second-level god, is no match for a first-level god, Rakshasa."
The situation had taken a sharp turn. The God of Destruction laughed out loud. To be able to make this hypocrite, Tang San, suffer a setback was a rare pleasure in his boring life in the Divine Realm.
Tang San's face was ugly, his eyes turning, it's unknown what he was planning again...
"Tang Hao—"
Bibi Dong's voice came from within Huo Yuhao. "I never thought that after ten thousand years, you would still be standing before this Emperor as an opponent."
"This time, I wonder if that good son of yours can still stage a drama of saving his father?"
Huo Yuhao smiled ferociously. The sickles behind his back were like spider legs, holding him up high, as he looked down at Tang Hao from a commanding position.
"Impossible! You should have died long ago! Back then, Xiao San had clearly finished you off completely!" Tang Hao let out an incredulous roar. He tried to use the plane's imprisonment means on Huo Yuhao, but the result was just a stone sinking into the sea. The planar laws simply could not have any effect on the son of fortune.
"Old dog Tang Hao, die!"
Huo Yuhao had returned to his own original voice. His figure had transformed into a purple light. The sickles behind him had swung and had cut at Tang Hao. The latter had horizontally raised his phantom Clear Sky Hammer to block but had been miserably cut in two by one blade.
Tang Hao was greatly shocked and had repeatedly retreated. But Huo Yuhao simply had not given him a chance to slip away. He continued to press forward. The Ice Wheel Moon in his hand had bloomed with a dazzling purple rosy cloud. On the blade's body were as if ten thousand ghosts roaring, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws as they pounced on the close-at-hand Tang Hao.
Tang Hao was, after all, rich in combat experience. He had barely avoided Huo Yuhao's fatal blow, but his shoulder had been cut open with a deep gash by the latter's Soul-Slaying Blade. An endless amount of baleful qi had instantly drilled in. His face had immediately become listless.
"Brother Hao!" Seeing this scene, Ah Yin couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise. She had been found with a flaw by the Crimson King, who was pursuing his victory, and was bitten on a certain round part.
"Ahhh—"
Tang Hao, hearing his wife's painful cry, his eyes were immediately about to split. He was just about to pull himself away to rescue her but was also found with a flaw by Huo Yuhao and was pierced through the chest by one blade.
This time, the Rakshasa Domain had completely defeated the Asura Domain. Facing the Huo Yuhao at this very moment, Tang Hao no longer had half a bit of an advantage. It could be described as a perilous situation.
Boom!
The Titan Giant Ape, with one Titan Divine Fist, had forced Xiong Jun back. The huge collision had directly torn the void. It did not dare to get entangled in the battle and hurriedly rushed to Ah Yin's battle circle for support.
The next moment, two sharp spear tips had emerged from its chest. The Titan Giant Ape's face showed a look of disbelief. He struggled to turn his head back.
Gu Yuena had been successively hit hard, but with her Dragon King's formidable physique, these injuries could not make her so easily lose her combat power.
Now, she was going to clean up the house!
On the other side, the Sky Azure Bull Python had once again been hit by the Dragon God's Claw. Di Tian's move could not be said to be not ruthless. He had directly cut open the former's true body. To challenge the Beast God meant that one had to be prepared to die under the Dragon God's Claw!
Xiong Jun had been injured and had rolled to the ground, but had soon gotten up again, letting out a heaven-shaking roar. Since the Titan Giant Ape had already been dealt with by Gu Yuena, then it naturally had to return to its own battle circle.
With Xiong Jun joining again, the battle circle where Ah Yin was immediately became precarious. The destructive power of the Dark Gold Terrorclaw was simply too exaggerated. No matter how many control means Ah Yin had, Xiong Jun would just break them with one force.
Huo Yuhao knew that on Tang Hao and his wife's bodies, there must be a divine sense restriction left by the Buddha. With just his current self, it was simply impossible to kill Tang Hao. Since he had already revealed all his trump cards one by one, and had not waited for the Buddha's heaven-sent justice, this had invisibly already given him a general judgment of the current Buddha's status in the Divine Realm.
The Tang God-King might use all sorts of insidious means to influence the Douluo plane, but from the current looks of it, he had not yet reached the extent of wantonly making a move on the mortal world. This was undoubtedly good news.
So Huo Yuhao might as well inflict the Rakshasa's ten great undead tortures on Tang Hao. From his physical body to his soul, he had all been injected with the Rakshasa's evil aura as well as Electrolux's undead magic.
He, Huo Yuhao, had never been any good person. At least he, who at the same time controlled the Rakshasa's divine power and undead magic and had used them, was completely worthy of the title of the Holy Son of the Holy Spirit Cult!
The sickles behind Huo Yuhao's back and the Soul-Slaying Blade in his hand had attacked one after another like a torrential rain, leaving one hundred and eight wounds of varying sizes on Tang Hao's body. The Rakshasa's evil thoughts and the undead magic's Death Whip, Blood Curse, and Corrosive Light had all been used. This was the most insidious means that Huo Yuhao could currently use.