Chapter 638 The Evil Eye Tyrant of Ten Thousand Years.
Meanwhile, above the Holy Spirit Cult.
Mu Lin and Xuan Mo were no longer concealing their presence, but rather treading on the void. Xuan Mo, in particular, unleashed the power of the Ice and Fire Dragon King Soul Bone in both arms, showing no mercy to the evil soul masters below.
Extreme cold and extreme heat descended upon the earth. Some evil soul masters who inadvertently touched the snowflakes and flames… were shocked to discover that the seemingly delicate snowflakes were as hard as jade, and even a slight touch would immediately send an unparalleled chill through their entire bodies. The seemingly illusory flames were as scorching as the sun, and simply reaching close would result in burns.
It was a cold that penetrated to the bone, as if even the marrow was being frozen in that instant. It was a heat that burned the soul, as if one's own soul was about to be incinerated.
Soul Masters possess far greater resistance to cold and heat than ordinary people. However, if the temperature drops to -150 degrees Celsius or rises to 9,000 degrees Celsius, even a Title Douluo cannot survive for long under such extreme temperatures.
When the snowflakes and flames fell, the leading evil soul master already knew who had arrived, for he had fought this man before and even nearly killed him. But now… seeing this scene, his heart sank to the bottom, for the power this man was displaying was terrifying beyond measure.
If he could kill him back then, then killing him now would be a simple matter for him.
"Everyone, retreat towards the Blood Altar! Run!"
The leading evil soul master roared, his figure suddenly accelerating as he rushed into the depths of the Demon Forest. The other elders and protectors followed closely behind him.
Just then, a black halo suddenly appeared, sealing off the surrounding space. All the evil spirit masters were instantly enveloped within, without exception.
"Do you think you can escape?"
The gentle snowflakes suddenly transformed into terrifying weapons, rapidly swirling and turning into countless blades. They easily pierced the bodies of the heavily wounded evil spirit masters. A rain of fire followed, instantly igniting their bodies.
"Hahaha! I'll join the fun too!"
Mu Lin shuddered, diamonds flashing in the air, dazzling yet filled with killing intent, crashing down on the crowd. Those affected were either smashed into a pulp or reduced to blood and gore.
At that moment, slaughter erupted.
Then, Mu Lin landed heavily, raising his left hand. A spiked club made of soul power and covered in diamonds appeared in his hand.
With a flick of his wrist, he slammed it into the air. A deep sonic boom resounded, and within a radius of tens of meters, all vegetation instantly turned to ashes.
Even the ground sank several meters in an instant.
The evil spirit protector who took the direct hit groaned, spitting out blood. His eyes were filled with horror.
"It's you!? How is this possible!?"
The moment Mulin swung his hammer, the protector, or rather Haske, felt the air completely solidify before the spiked club slammed into him. Fragments of alloy scattered everywhere, and his legs sank into the mud.
He had severed Mulin's arm years ago, but now, under Mulin's overwhelming power, he couldn't offer the slightest resistance.
"Heh, it seems you still remember me."
Mulin gripped the spiked club, a sinister grin on his face.
"Didn't I shatter your left arm back then, and you were used as an experimental subject to be implanted with the Holy Spirit's power? How come..."
At this point, Haske suddenly realized, "So the strange power was eroding you! That battle three years ago, it was also..."
"Three years ago?"
Mulin's face instantly darkened upon recalling, his anger blazing. "That's right, it was your grandfather! You beasts, you actually conspired with a tiger! I can't let you live! Die!"
Seeing the incoming spiked club and feeling its power, Haske's face turned pale, then he coughed up mouthfuls of blood, and his body began to burn. And it wasn't just his soul power that was burning, but also his soul power.
Haske knew he wouldn't survive, so he chose to deliver a fatal blow to Mulin before he died! But it must be said, he overestimated himself and underestimated Mulin's strength.
"You're courting death!"
Mulin roared, taking a step forward.
This time, he directly mobilized his remaining soul power, activating all four of his soul rings. Using the power of his four soul skills, he condensed a diamond spiked club far larger than before.
He then gripped it tightly with both hands and brought it down on his head.
"Glazed World-Shattering Dragon Fall!"
With a single blow, the alloy shattered inch by inch, and Haske died.
Meanwhile, on Xuan Mo's battlefield, the leading evil soul master elder, also known as Will, faced Xuan Mo directly. As his martial soul "Soul-Seizing Evil Spirit" appeared, vengeful spirits rose around his body. No matter what, he couldn't just sit and wait to die. He had already decided to use that method to completely capture Xuan Mo and his companion.
When the shadow of the "Soul-Seizing Evil Spirit" martial soul appeared, clusters of vengeful spirits appeared, instantly burning amidst mournful screams, turning into wisps of ghostly fire, and then being continuously devoured by the Soul-Seizing Evil Spirit.
Seeing this, Xuan Mo directly unleashed a "Gluttonous Divine Thunder Tribulation," obliterating these vengeful spirits!
"Pfft!"
Both at level 92, Will was no match for Xuan Mo. His attack was broken, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
However, at that moment, a strange emotional fluctuation appeared in his heart.
It was a negative emotion filled with a fusion of killing intent, hatred, and anger. The moment it appeared, Xuan Mo felt a surge of madness. Even Mu Lin felt the same way.
However, due to Xuan Mo's superior mental strength, he shattered this feeling as soon as it appeared, simultaneously pulling Mu Lin, whose mental strength was weaker and who had already become entangled in it, out of the frenzy.
Then, Xuan Mo's eyes narrowed. His entire demeanor changed instantly. A massive surge of mental energy erupted from his brain like a tidal wave.
The spiritual phantoms of the Five Dragon Kings appeared; clearly, he intended to repay Xuan Mo in kind. Instantly, mental energy emanating from Xuan Mo's forehead spread outwards in the shape of the Five Dragon Kings. Wherever it passed, the violently distorted light and shadow formed by mental energy shattered like broken mirrors.
"Human!"
Everything returned to normal. Xuan Mo, using his mental detection, instantly locked onto the direction from which the voice had come.
A silver-white, sixteen-tentacle-tipped evil eye came into view. Judging from its aura and human-like speech, it had clearly reached a cultivation level of 100,000 years.
(End of Chapter)