Chapter 226: Martial Soul Fusion Technique
The martial soul trembled. From the moment Luo Ling discovered the Soul Rift Demon, his martial soul had been shaking.
There seemed to be some kind of connection between them. Through the spiritual thread, Luo Ling sensed both hostility and fear emanating from the Soul Rift Demon.
The next second, the Soul Rift Demon in the sky lit up with a strange red glow. Countless tentacles stretched out from the rift, sweeping down toward the crowd below.
Especially toward Luo Ling—almost half of the tentacles were aimed directly at him.
"Your Highness, be careful!"
The two Titled Douluo, the Thorn Dolphin and Snake Spear, immediately placed themselves in front of Luo Ling, hastily blocking the Soul Rift Demon's attack.
Luo Ling didn't stay idle either. The Desire Soul Robe empowered him as countless raven feathers appeared around him, shooting rapidly toward the sky.
The Scythe of Shadow appeared, carrying a terrifying aura of evil, startling the Sky Blue Bull Python and the Titan Giant Ape.
Such a dreadful aura of corruption was far more horrifying than that of any evil-attributed soul beast they had ever encountered.
Their gazes fixed on the soul rings pulsing rhythmically on Luo Ling's body, ultimately landing on his fifth soul ring.
The sixth, a hundred-thousand-year soul ring, was already shocking—but what stunned them even more was Luo Ling's fifth soul ring.
Within it, they sensed a familiar yet sinister aura.
"The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger?" the Sky Blue Bull Python exclaimed.
The Titan Giant Ape's expression also changed as realization dawned on him.
Luo Ling glanced at the two beasts but said nothing. He simply continued attacking the Soul Rift Demon.
Waves of dark, corrupted energy surged upward, destroying countless eyes and rifts. Yet, the rifts in the sky did not diminish in number.
Each time Luo Ling destroyed one, a new rift would appear—as if immortal.
The others struggled under the relentless tentacle assault. Suddenly, an eerie red light flashed over Luo Ling's body.
A crack identical to the ones in the sky appeared upon him.
Instinctively, Luo Ling sensed danger, his soul trembling violently.
In the next instant, a terrifying rift opened across his body, radiating overwhelming spiritual power.
A crimson protective barrier appeared before him, only to shatter moments later.
Luo Ling's face turned pale—he had truly felt death looming over him just then.
It was an attack that directly tore at his soul—inevitable and inescapable. If not for the Desire Soul Robe's passive effect, which negated one fatal blow, he would already be dead.
Though the Soul Rift Demon's aura had yet to reach that of a hundred-thousand-year soul beast, its terrifying ability surpassed them in lethality.
The Thorn Dolphin Douluo and the others continued attacking, but to no avail.
Every rift destroyed in the air reappeared moments later, endless and relentless.
Luo Ling's expression grew grave as he stared at the spiritual threads spreading near him. That soul-piercing attack had been launched through them.
The Soul Rift Demon could manipulate spiritual threads—this was the first creature Luo Ling had encountered besides himself that possessed such control.
Hu Liena and the others were struggling more and more, as the threads began spreading toward them as well.
Suddenly, Luo Ling flashed to Qian Renxue's side and lifted her into his arms.
Qian Renxue, who had been resisting the tentacles, was startled. Seeing it was Luo Ling, her face turned red with anger. "What are you doing?"
"Martial Soul Fusion Technique!" Luo Ling said only one thing.
Qian Renxue froze. The next second, terrifying evil energy coiled around her.
She had no time to resist before an overwhelming demonic force poured into her body.
One pair of the angelic wings behind her turned pitch-black, while within the aura, a nearly three-meter-tall figure slowly appeared.
Clad in luxurious black-gold armor with dark red patterns, the figure's elegant curves were vividly emphasized.
Her exquisite face and long silver-white hair radiated a peculiar beauty—a mix of nobility and corruption, merging into one.
Luo Ling and Qian Renxue's Martial Soul Fusion Technique—The Fallen Angel!
Everyone was stunned. Hu Liena had heard that the two possessed such a fusion technique but had never witnessed it herself.
Now seeing it, a strong wave of jealousy surged through her heart.
After completing the fusion, Luo Ling turned his gaze upon the Soul Rift Demon in the sky.
The creature was a spiritual-type soul beast. So many attacks had failed to inflict real harm—Luo Ling had only one chance left: his own spiritual threads.
His mental power might not surpass the demon's, but with the fusion of Qian Renxue's martial soul, things might change.
Countless spiritual threads burst forth from around his body, intertwining with those of the Soul Rift Demon.
The strange red light quickly spread through them.
The demon seemed to sense danger. Hundreds of eyes in the sky turned crimson.
A silent battle of spiritual wills began.
The once unruly tentacles began to slow, easing the pressure on Hu Liena and the others.
The Fallen Angel floated quietly in the air, the surrounding mental energy almost tangible.
The Thorn Dolphin Douluo and the other powerhouses weren't fools. They knew exactly what was happening.
Hu Liena, possessing a spirit-type martial soul, could sense it more vividly than anyone else.
Just looking at that devastating psychic clash filled her with despair.
The Fallen Angel's expression was solemn. Luo Ling and Qian Renxue, fused as one, were under tremendous pressure.
It had to be said—the Soul Rift Demon was the strongest spiritual opponent Luo Ling had ever faced. Even with their fusion, they were on the defensive.
The endless spiritual threads constantly shattered and reformed. Luo Ling's mental energy was being consumed rapidly.
Gradually, the hundreds of eyes in the sky became bloodshot, yet the oppressive force Luo Ling felt did not lessen in the slightest.
He was nearing his limit. If he couldn't erode the Soul Rift Demon's psyche first, he would be devoured himself.
Just as despair began to rise, Luo Ling's martial soul suddenly trembled violently—more intense than ever before.
Before everyone's disbelieving eyes, a bizarre red light erupted from Luo Ling's body. Within it, a faint, illusory silhouette began to take shape.
A faint voice echoed, and then the red light seemed to come alive, transforming into countless tentacles that surged toward the rifts in the sky.
The Soul Rift Demon clearly hadn't anticipated this. The crimson tendrils pierced directly into the blood-red eyes above.
A sharp, ear-splitting roar suddenly resounded, echoing from every direction.
(END CHAPTER)
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