Chapter 348
A Backup Plan? Ye Guyi
Chapter 348 A Backup Plan? Ye Guyi
Bibi Dong coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, then burst into maniacal laughter: "A trump card? Of course I have one! I am the Pope! I am the successor of the Rakshasa God! Did you think... I wouldn't be prepared?!"
Suddenly, she used her last bit of strength to form a strange hand seal. A huge purplish-black magic circle appeared on the ground beneath her. The edge of the magic circle was connected to the location where Ghostly Demon, Elder Blazing Tiger, and Elder Mystic Turtle had fallen, and even to the direction where the heavily injured and unconscious Golden Crocodile and Lion were!
"Buzzing—!"
The purplish-black magic array erupted with a blinding evil light! The light shot into the sky, transforming into five thick pillars of light, which respectively connected to the corpses or bodies of the ghost, the two elders, the golden crocodile, and the lion!
"Aaaaaah—!"
The corpses of the already dead Ghost, Elder Blazing Tiger, and Elder Mystic Turtle suddenly convulsed violently, and then... stood up!
No, that could no longer be called a "station." The three corpses had ashen skin, their eye sockets burning with purplish-black soul flames, and their bodies were shrouded in a dense aura of death.
Their fatal wounds remained, but were now filled with a purplish-black energy, their movements stiff yet brimming with power. Their soul power fluctuations… were even stronger than in life! Their ghostly auras had reached the edge of level ninety-six, and the two elders were nearing the peak of level ninety-five!
The severely injured and unconscious golden crocodile and lion were forcibly awakened and controlled by the purplish-black pillar of light! Their eyes were empty and filled with purplish-black flames. They stood up like puppets, their injuries temporarily suppressed by the death energy, and their soul power was also enhanced!
Five undead or puppets at the title Douluo level protected Bibi Dong in the center, facing the Beast God Pavilion members, exuding a monstrous death aura!
"Hahaha... Do you see that?" Bibi Dong slumped in the center of the magic circle, her breath weak, but her smile was maniacal and triumphant. "This is my trump card! It was bestowed by the Rakshasa God... As long as I don't die, the Spirit Hall experts who died in battle will continue to be resurrected and fight for me! And... they will become even stronger!"
She looked at Ling Han, trying to see shock, fear, and panic on his face.
However, Ling Han's expression remained calm.
Even... a slow smile crept onto the corners of his mouth.
A cold, mocking smile, as if he had everything under control.
"The resurrection of the undead?" Ling Han repeated softly, then shook his head. "Bibi Dong, is this your last trump card?" He raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the five walking corpses, his eyes revealing undisguised contempt.
"You really think... I don't have a backup plan?"
Before the words were finished, a pure, holy, and warm golden light, seemingly capable of dispelling all darkness and filth in the world, shot into the sky without warning from behind the Beast God Pavilion's camp!
The holy light was so pure and so dazzling that it even dimmed the sun in the sky! Within the holy light, the faint silhouettes of angels were chanting, and holy feathers were falling.
Under the holy light, the purplish-black death aura on the five undead titled beings boiled violently and dissipated as if they had encountered their nemesis! They let out painful roars and retreated repeatedly, the soul flames in their empty eye sockets flickering wildly, as if they would be extinguished at any moment!
Even the purple-black magic array beneath Bibi Dong rapidly dimmed and collapsed in the holy light!
"What...is this?!" Bibi Dong's crazed smile froze, replaced by incredulous horror. "An angel...divine attribute?! Impossible! Qian Daoliu was clearly in the Hall of Worship...this aura...is not his!"
The holy light slowly receded, transforming into a tall, slender figure that gracefully landed beside Ling Han.
She was a woman who looked to be around twenty years old, wearing a plain white dress, with long golden hair cascading down her back. Her face was stunningly beautiful, and her brows exuded an innate holiness and nobility.
Behind her, four pairs of golden wings, entirely formed from holy light, slowly unfurled, each feather flowing with pure light power.
What's most eye-catching are the nine spirit rings slowly rotating beneath her feet—black, black, black, black, black, black, red, red, red!
Six black and three red spirit rings—nine in total! A titled Douluo! And he even possesses three 100,000-year spirit rings!
(End of this chapter)