Draw Goddess from Douluo

Liu Yang raised his head suddenly, with a flash of surprise in his eyes. He didn't expect that the master would take the initiative to talk to him. He was stunned for a while before he reacted and replied respectfully: "Yes, the disciple is Liu Yang."

The leader looked at him deeply, with an inexplicable light flashing in his eyes. He didn't say anything more, but just waved his hand, signaling them to leave.

The three of them left the hall silently and returned to the wilderness. But this time, Liu Yang's mood was completely different. He walked behind silently, his heart full of confusion and thinking. He didn't know where to go in the future, nor did he know if he could face the world again.

Qi Ling and Kakashi also kept silent tacitly. They knew that what Liu Yang needed at the moment was not comfort and persuasion, but space to think and heal alone. They were willing to give him this time and believed that he could stand up again and face everything.

Kakashi glanced at the people around him calmly, his expression calm, as if he had long been accustomed to the scene before him. He stepped forward and walked into the hall that was emitting a faint light. The light seemed extremely strange in the dim environment, as if it was a call from another world.

Qi Ling followed closely behind Kakashi. She raised her hand to cover her eyes and carefully looked around through her fingers. As her vision gradually adjusted, she finally saw the terrifying side of the Demon Clan Hall. In an instant, her heart seemed to skip a few beats, and an inexplicable sense of fear spread.

There were corpses everywhere, densely packed in every corner. Some of these corpses were in tattered clothes, as if they had experienced fierce battles; some were dressed luxuriously, and they were obviously of prominent status when they were alive. Their expressions were different, some were distorted in pain, as if they had experienced unimaginable torture before death; some looked terrified, with fear of the unknown frozen in their eyes.

The corpses gathered in piles, completely occupying the ground. They were in different postures, some hugged each other, as if seeking the last warmth; some lay alone, looking extremely desolate. The walls were covered with dried corpses. The dry faces looked even more hideous and terrifying under the fire, as if they would come back to life at any time and devour people.

The hall was filled with the strong smell of decaying corpses. This smell was disgusting and almost suffocating. The whole hall was like a hell of asuras, filled with endless misery and the smell of death. The conspicuous pile of corpses in the center of the hall made Qi Ling's heart sink suddenly.

Those corpses were the souls that had followed Long Sha down earlier. They had entered this hall with various purposes, but they didn't expect to end up like this. Seeing these once vibrant lives turned into cold corpses, Qi Ling couldn't help but feel an inexplicable sadness and regret.

Who killed them? This question kept lingering in Qi Ling's mind. She looked around, trying to find a clue or trace, but there were only corpses in front of her, and there seemed to be no living creatures.

Even though Qi Ling was usually very brave, she couldn't help but tremble when she saw such a tragic scene, and her beautiful face instantly turned pale. Fear and anxiety flashed in her eyes, and her heart was filled with fear of the unknown and the desire to survive. She followed Kakashi closely, fearing that she would get lost in this terrifying Shura hell if she was not careful.

Kakashi seemed unaffected by the surroundings, and he remained calm and composed. He walked slowly, carefully observing every detail, as if he was looking for some important information. Qi Ling also forced herself to calm down, because she knew that at this moment, she could only survive by staying calm.

Kakashi led the two of them, taking each step steadily and powerfully, along the long hallway, slowly walking to the front of the solemn and majestic hall. This was the core area of ​​the entire demon clan, and the atmosphere was so solemn that it made people breathless.

Long Sha, the once powerful warrior, now stood at the bottom of the palace with a blank expression, as if his soul had been taken away. His spine was slightly bent, no longer as straight as a pine tree in the past. This posture made him look like a weathered stone sculpture, revealing a sense of vicissitudes and sadness.

In this solemn hall, the most eye-catching thing is the extremely beautiful woman half-lying on the high chair in the palace. She is wearing a charming purple dress, like the brightest star in the night sky, shining with mysterious and attractive light. The dress tightly wraps her plump and charming body, outlining the perfect curves, which is fascinating.

Her hair was wine red, as gorgeous and dazzling as a burning flame. The long hair was skillfully arranged into a noble phoenix hair ornament, which further highlighted her dignity and extraordinaryness. And that beautiful face was as white as ice and snow, crystal clear and delicate. However, such a cold beauty became lively because of her charming smile, as if the whole hall was instantly rejuvenated by her smile.