Chapter 529: The Death God Tower Advances to a Class 10 Soul Tool! Huo Yuhao Asks Li Zhexian to Intervene (Side Story)

Chapter 529: Chapter 529: The Death God Tower Advances to a Class 10 Soul Tool! Huo Yuhao Asks Li Zhexian to Intervene (Side Story)

The moment Mu En finished speaking—

everyone present turned to look at the white-robed youth.

And when they truly looked at him—

their hearts trembled.

Even while trapped inside the Death God Tower, the young man still wore a faint smile. There wasn’t the slightest trace of panic on his handsome face.

"Mu En was healed by this boy?!" Ye Xishui narrowed her eyes, a flicker of suspicion flashing across her blood-red pupils.

"Could he be some hidden Douluo who specializes in healing?"

The thought flickered through her mind.

She turned her head and looked toward Long Xiaoyao beside her.

"Grand Worshipper. Your strength has recovered by at least twenty percent. Help me keep everyone inside the tower trapped!"

Long Xiaoyao let out a long sigh. His expression was filled with exhaustion—and hesitation.

"Xishui... Mu En has recovered. Huo Yuhao is here as well. And now there’s this mysterious white-robed youth..."

"Even if the two of us join forces, we may not succeed."

"Why create such slaughter?"

Ye Xishui didn’t respond immediately.

A strand of her crimson hair drifted in the wind, brushing against Long Xiaoyao’s face.

Then she spoke softly.

Her voice carried both tenderness—and absolute resolve.

"Not a single one of them can leave."

"If today’s events spread beyond here, the Holy Spirit Cult will become the target of the entire continent."

"My life’s work... cannot be destroyed today."

"Xiaoyao..."

"You have to help me."

What "reputation of the Darkness Holy Dragon," what "heavy sins"... the moment he met those eyes, bright as blood and burning with obsession, all his persistence instantly crumbled.

Long Xiaoyao closed his eyes for a moment.

When he opened them again—

the taste of blood rose in his throat.

He forcibly circulated his damaged Spirit Power. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth as his black robes flared outward.

In the next instant, he shot upward and landed on the peak of the Death God Tower.

BOOM!

His foot slammed onto the tower’s crown.

Behind him, the phantom of the Darkness Holy Dragon roared toward the heavens. His incomplete Spirit Power surged like a bursting dam, pouring recklessly into the tower.

"Xiaoyao..."

"If the Holy Spirit Cult truly stands at the peak of the continent one day..."

Ye Xishui clenched her delicate hand.

A trace of guilt and sorrow flickered in her eyes—but it was quickly swallowed by ruthless determination.

"Then I, Ye Xishui... will stay with you forever."

Her crimson dress surged like a raging blood sea.

Endless scarlet Spirit Power exploded from her body, transforming into a roaring torrent that poured into the Death God Tower.

"Even if a God descends, they must be suppressed by the rules of the mortal realm!" Ye Xishui’s red hair whipped wildly as her icy voice echoed across heaven and earth.

"Today, I want to see who can withstand the might of my Death God Tower!"

With the combined power of two Limit Douluos—

the tower’s power skyrocketed.

Beams of Death God Light wove together into an airtight net of destruction, crashing down toward everyone trapped inside.

Wherever the beams passed, space was sliced open, unable to heal for a long time.

"Yuhao!" Mu En’s voice rang out sharply.

Huo Yuhao nodded firmly, divine light blazing in his eyes.

"Understood, Teacher. We can’t let the Death God Tower continue absorbing power. If it devours the blood and vitality of so many experts and reaches Class 10, the consequences will be unimaginable."

Teacher and disciple shot upward together.

Huo Yuhao hovered in midair.

The Heaven-Opening Divine Eyes behind him burst with brilliant radiance.

Beam after beam of eye-light shot forth, crashing violently into the descending net of death.

The void shook violently!

Below the tower, the sea of magma formed from the melted mountain range surged with raging waves.

Meanwhile, Mu En seemed like the Light Holy Dragon descending upon the world.

The dragon’s tail swept across!

Dragon claws slashed forward!

Pure light erupted from him in torrents. Because light naturally countered death energy, every stray beam that slipped past Huo Yuhao’s defense was smashed apart by Mu En.

However—

the Death God Light was far too dense and relentless.

Some still slipped through the defenses of the two and struck people inside the tower who could not dodge in time.

They were not fatal—

but even the slightest trace of blood and vitality would be absorbed by the Death God Tower and used to strengthen itself.

With this constant exchange—

the tower’s power continued to rise.

"Teacher, buy me ten seconds!"

"I’ll break the tower with everything I’ve got!"

"Very well!"

The divine eye behind Huo Yuhao suddenly dimmed.

Its boundless radiance condensed inward.

Inside the scorching space sealed within the Death God Tower, a sudden blizzard descended from the sky.

Endless snowstorms clashed violently with the raging waves of magma heat inside the tower, filling the entire space with vast clouds of steaming white mist.

And deep within that churning fog—

a towering primordial beast stepped forward, its massive form condensing from frost and snow.

The Frostfall Behemoth had appeared.

The colossal creature threw back its head and roared, releasing a stream of golden-white divine light from its mouth. But instead of striking the tower walls, the light poured directly onto its own hand.

As it flowed and gathered, a mountain-like golden ice gauntlet condensed on its right fist.

"Break for me!"

Huo Yuhao and the Behemoth Martial Soul true body threw their punches simultaneously.

Where the fist pointed—

frost surged and space shattered!

Carrying the savage strength of an ancient titan capable of crushing mountains and rivers, the massive blow slammed violently into the inner wall of the Death God Tower.

This punch from Huo Yuhao—

contained enough power to split mountains and tear apart oceans.

A Super Douluo would collapse instantly if struck by it. Even a Limit Douluo would suffer severe injury from the slightest graze.

The giant fist descended like a meteor crashing into the world.

It smashed into the tower wall.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The surrounding space twisted like wrinkled paper, folding over itself in countless layers before finally shattering under the unbearable pressure.

Even the surrounding Death God beams were completely annihilated by the sweeping shockwave of the punch.

"Fall back!" Mu En, Elder Xuan, and Du Busi shouted in unison.

Their Spirit Power surged like tidal waves, sweeping everyone back toward the far corner of the tower.

BOOM! BOOM!

The giant fist and the tower wall continued to struggle against each other. The roar of energy felt like it would flip the world over.

Amidst the rising hope of the people inside and the sudden contraction of Ye Xishui’s pupils, the spot where the fist pressed...

Crack!

A sharp sound rang out.

Then—

cracks spread wildly from the point of impact, racing across the tower’s surface until they covered the entire structure within seconds.

"That’s impossible!"

Ye Xishui screamed in disbelief, her eyes nearly splitting.

The materials used to construct the Death God Tower were powerful enough to form a peak Class 10 soul tool.

How could mortal strength possibly shake it?!

She poured all of her Spirit Power into the tower without hesitation.

Seeing this, Long Xiaoyao also forced down the backlash tearing through his body and sacrificed every remaining drop of his Spirit Power into the tower.

But the tower’s destruction did not stop.

The cracks continued spreading, rapidly crawling across every inch of its walls.

Then—

Huo Yuhao’s expression suddenly changed.

He saw Ye Xishui suddenly reach out through the air and draw the "Golden Grass Seed" formed from Zhongli Wu into her hand.

This was a heaven-defying ability Huo Yuhao had obtained after absorbing the Soul of the Ancient Tree.

It could parasitize a powerful expert, condensing their life force and Spirit Power into a seed, which could then be used to nourish oneself or another.

Earlier, during the chaos, he had no time to retrieve it.

He never expected Ye Xishui to seize it instead.

"Wu’er... do not blame your mother."

Blood-red light surged within Ye Xishui’s eyes as her fingers clenched tightly.

Crack!

The grass seed shattered instantly.

Boundless Spirit Power and life force erupted, pouring into the Death God Tower.

The entire foundation of a Super Douluo—had now become the final sacrifice for this evil tower.

Heaven and earth changed color!

Storm clouds reversed their flow!

The aura of the Death God Tower surged madly upward!

The cracks covering the tower instantly sealed themselves as if they had never existed.

At the same time, countless spatial fractures burst outward from the tower like black lightning.

Even the space of the continent itself seemed unable to withstand its might.

The Death God Tower... had become a Class 10 soul tool!

Everyone’s faces turned pale.

Before the crushing pressure of this divine-level weapon, their resistance seemed utterly meaningless.

Huo Yuhao and the Behemoth Martial Soul staggered backward, their footsteps causing the very void to tremble.

He looked up.

The Death God Light now filled the sky and earth, each beam as thick as a palace pillar. The destructive aura they radiated was more than a hundred times stronger than before.

If he were alone—

he might still try to fight against this Class 10 soul tool.

But inside the tower were his friends. His family.

Huo Yuhao turned and looked toward the white-robed youth.

With a bitter smile, he said:

"Sorry... Brother Zhexian."

"I’ve let you down."