Chapter 77: The Appearance of the Charm Emperor, the Existence of a Quasi-God

"Second echelon, move up!" Qian Daoliu's voice rang out once more. His gaze was like a torch, and the golden longsword in his hand had already been unsheathed, sacred light flowing across the blade.

Following his command, the Soul Masters of the second echelon quickly stepped forward to fight in rotation with the first echelon.

Their soul skills were more precise, specifically targeting those powerful Abyssal Creatures for pinpoint strikes.

However, the number of Abyssal Creatures seemed endless, and the battle fell into a stalemate.

Suddenly, a powerful aura instantly appeared on the battlefield.

At this moment, all soul skills seemed to come to a standstill.

Qian Daoliu's eyes suddenly narrowed, his gaze locked firmly onto the figure slowly walking out from the depths of the forest.

It was a woman, wearing a gray-white long dress, her long hair hanging down like a waterfall, swaying gently in the wind.

Her eyes were also gray-white, as if devoid of any emotion, cold enough to make one's heart palpitate. Her footsteps were light, as if she were treading on the void, each step carrying a strange rhythm.

"Approaching God Level..." Qian Daoliu murmured, his tone carrying a hint of gravity.

"Grand Pontiff, that is Meihuang!"

"The sovereign of the Abyss Charm Emperor Clan! Her strength is close to a Quasi-God!"

The Spirit Hall's exclusive Intelligence Bureau immediately notified the Grand Pontiff Qian Daoliu of this information. The personnel of their Intelligence Bureau all possessed unique abilities in their martial souls, allowing them to search the souls of Abyssal Creatures and easily probe their memories, though they would sometimes suffer backlash from Abyssal Creatures with powerful mental strength.

"Quasi-God?" Qian Daoliu's expression was slightly grave; he naturally knew what the word "God" represented.

Many Power Attack Spirit Masters around launched attacks at her, but at this very moment, any attack that entered within a thirty-meter radius of her body was instantly annihilated.

Gray robe, gray hair, gray eyes. It was hard to imagine that this was actually an existence approaching God Level.

She stood there without making a single move, like a sculpture, but whenever someone landed beside her, a layer of strange gray ripples would naturally radiate from around her body.

Following that, the bodies of those who approached her would disintegrate.

All the Power Attack Spirit Masters retreated in fear.

The gray-haired woman's gaze finally landed on Qian Daoliu, her eyes becoming even colder. But she swayed her body, and in the next instant, her figure had already disappeared into the depths of the forest without a trace.

"Gone?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo let out a question; he had originally prepared for a fierce battle, never expecting the opponent to retreat so easily.

Qian Daoliu did not speak, the furrowed brow on his forehead indicating that his heart was not at peace. Qian Daoliu stared at the direction where Meihuang had disappeared, his eyes deep like an abyss, bottomless. His fingertips trembled slightly, and a wisp of golden soul power overflowed from his palm, as if trying to capture the lingering traces, only to dissipate into the air without a trace.

"Why did she retreat?" Golden Crocodile Douluo walked up, his brows locked tight, his eyes full of confusion. "Was it just to make a show of force?"

Qian Daoliu did not answer immediately, instead slowly withdrawing his palm and placing it behind his back. His gaze remained fixed on the depths of the forest, as if pondering something. After a long while, he whispered: "She was observing."

"Observing?" Green Phoenix Douluo raised an eyebrow. "Observing what? Our strength?"

"Not just that." Qian Daoliu's voice was low and cold. "The powerhouses among these Abyssal Creatures seem unable to appear on a large scale."

Before his words had even faded, a low roar came from the depths of the forest again, like some kind of behemoth waking up.

The soul power fluctuations in the air became increasingly violent, and even the earth trembled slightly.

"Again?!" Golden Crocodile Douluo gritted his teeth and growled, the muscles on his face taut, his fists clenched until they creaked.

At the same time, at the Shenyuan Liefeng, a black vortex was appearing silently.

Wisps of black airflow formed this vortex at the rift, the area of the vortex growing larger and larger, with purple lightning faintly flickering inside.

A hand as black as ink slowly stretched out from the vortex, and immediately after, intense Abyssal aura fluctuations appeared like a volcanic eruption!

"Boom—"

A violent roaring sound echoed inside the Abyss Passage, and a massive figure appeared in the depths of the passage.

It was a monster with six sharp claws, standing a hundred meters tall, its entire body covered in a black cuticle, with dark red, magma-like liquid flowing all over its body.

Accompanying its appearance, the volume of the black vortex doubled, and four-clawed bats and six-clawed bats swarmed out.

"Awoo..." Liuzhua Mohuang roared at the sky, circles of dark red halos erupting from its body and washing over those four-clawed and six-clawed bats, causing their forms to swell and their eyes to turn bloodthirsty. They charged outward madly.

Seeing this.

Flight Spirit Masters immediately intercepted the bats in the air, trying their best not to let them interfere with the Soul Master legions below.

Wave after wave of soul skills smashed into the Abyssal Creatures, setting off surges of ripples.

"Roar—" The Abyssal Liuzhua Mohuang roared furiously at the sky, its six sharp claws spreading open, and in an instant, a wave of dark red energy, powerful to the extreme, suddenly erupted. It transformed into a scene of carnage.

Whether they were four-clawed bats or six-clawed bats, after being stained with this blood, they all went mad, charging out without fear of death. They didn't even care about attacking their own kin.

Qian Daoliu's gaze was like lightning, locked onto the Liuzhua Mohuang. His figure flashed suddenly, turning into a golden stream of light, instantly crossing a distance of several hundred meters to appear before the Liuzhua Mohuang. Nine golden Soul Rings shone behind him, and the Seventh Soul Skill suddenly lit up.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul True Body—Angel Descent!"

As Qian Daoliu's voice fell, his body was suddenly wrapped in a golden light, transforming into a tens-of-meters-tall phantom of an angel.

The angel held a Holy Sword, its six wings spread behind it, sacred radiance spilling over the earth as if to purify all evil.

The Liuzhua Mohuang let out an angry roar, its six sharp claws waving violently, and dark red energy fluctuations surged toward Qian Daoliu like a tide.

However, Qian Daoliu's angel phantom was completely unafraid, the Holy Sword in its hand slashing down fiercely; the golden sword light collided with the dark red energy fluctuations, erupting with dazzling light.

"Boom—"

Amidst the violent roaring, the Liuzhua Mohuang's dark red energy fluctuations were completely suppressed by Qian Daoliu's sword light, its body shaken into retreating repeatedly, cracks appearing on its black cuticle, dark red liquid seeping from the cracks and dripping onto the ground, emitting a "hissing" corrosive sound.

"Otherworldly creature, get back where you came from!" Qian Daoliu's voice boomed like thunder, carrying endless majesty. His figure flashed again, instantly appearing above the Liuzhua Mohuang's head, the Holy Sword in his hand stabbing down fiercely.

(End of chapter)