"What if this old man insists on trying?" Kong Deming's eyes sharpened like blades, his Soul Power pushed to the maximum.
He knew this was the only chance—Xu Tianran's Servant wasn't currently in the palace. If he missed this opportunity, perhaps no one would be able to stop this madman.
"Elder Kong, you are forcing my hand."
Xu Tianran's expression turned completely cold. His formerly gentle eyes were instantly replaced by a strange molten gold color.
Molten gold patterns, like living things, crawled up his cheeks. The space behind him began to twist, and a massive, phantom image of a purple dragon slowly emerged.
The dragon was extremely similar to the Violet Heavenly Dragon of Destruction, yet fundamentally different—its scales were covered in molten gold patterns, destructive flames burned in its eyes, and the aura it exuded caused the entire Silver Moon Divine Light Shield to tremble slightly.
"This is... the Violet Heavenly Dragon of Destruction?" Kong Deming's pupils contracted, his face filled with disbelief.
Sharing the royal bloodline, he was intimately familiar with the Violet Heavenly Dragon of Destruction martial soul. Although it shared the same destruction attribute and overwhelming dragon might, the giant dragon before him emanated a destructive aura that made his heart tremble, an aura that was even more powerful than the Violet Heavenly Dragon of Destruction.
"This is no ordinary Violet Heavenly Dragon of Destruction, Elder Kong," Xu Tianran's voice became hoarse and cold, his molten gold eyes firmly locked on Kong Deming. "This is... the power that will allow me to become a god!"
Inside the Silver Moon Divine Light Shield, two terrifying auras began to clash and intertwine, while in the streets of Mingdou (Bright Capital) at this moment, the slaughter by the Anti-Matter Legion continued. No one knew of the silent contest happening deep within the imperial palace.
"Dai Huabin! We start the reckoning with you!"
The night wind carried the scent of blood past the street corner. Huo Yuhao stood still atop a broken wall, his black short hair whipped up by the airflow, revealing a face covered in frost.
His eyes suddenly lit up, and two scarlet, blood-like beams of light shot towards the sky. The originally bright silver moon was instantly replaced by an eerie blood moon.
The blood moon emitted a strange red light, dyeing half the sky crimson. Even the air seemed to become viscous and scorching hot.
"Awoooo—!"
Wails of wolves, sharp enough to tear through eardrums, rose and fell in succession.
Hundreds of large, muscular Borisin Werewolves stormed out of dark corners. Their bodies were covered in dark grey manes, and scarlet airflow burned on their skin like flames. Their sharp claws and teeth gleamed with cold light, and saliva dripped from the corners of their mouths. Wherever they passed, deep claw marks were left on the ground.
These werewolves had blood-red eyes, filled with frantic killing intent, and they charged straight for the Shrek Academy team.
"Watch out! What kind of monsters are these?"
Xiaoxiao and the other Masters were protected behind their Servants and Elder Xuan's group. Their faces paled as they watched the overwhelming surge of werewolves.
The Shrek team was escorting a group of civilians toward the outskirts of Mingdou. Elder Xuan, Elder Song, and other Titled Douluo led the way, while the Servants formed a defensive formation to guard the flanks.
Relying on their powerful strength, they could forcefully tear open gaps even against the Trampler. However, the Anti-Matter Legion was an endless tide, and coupled with the need to rescue civilians along the way, their breakthrough speed was much slower than anticipated.
Beibei sent a Lightning Dragon Claw to blast away an incoming Reaver. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a civilian nearby getting scratched by a Void Soldier's claws and immediately pulled back to rescue them.
Although they were unaware that the souls of these civilians had been safely guided into the dream space by Greater Lord Rukkhadevata, in their eyes, every fallen figure was a fresh life.
As Shrek Academy students, they could not stand by and do nothing.
While Shrek Academy had its problems, their teaching to the students was at least morally upright.
And they indeed had the ability to save a group of people, even if these people were citizens of the Sun Moon Empire.
"My Lord above!"
In the center of the formation, Jeanne d'Arc held high her holy banner, which shone with divine brilliance. Golden light spread out like a warm tide, enveloping the hundreds of civilians behind her.
The light appeared soft but contained an unbreakable power—a Reaver's claws left only a shallow white mark when slashing the light shield.
The Eliminator dark matter energy cannons only caused a ripple when they struck the shield.
Even the Reaver, capable of spatial transfer, could not penetrate this divine barrier.
A Trampler noticed the anomaly here, drawing an arrow and shooting a wind arrow imbued with violent wind element.
The wind arrow collided with the shield with an air-tearing shriek, but was firmly blocked by the golden light upon contact, slowly dissipating.
The civilians, seeing themselves unharmed, were first stunned, then erupted in excited shouts: "It's the Saint! The Saint protected us!"
They gathered behind Jeanne d'Arc, their previously fearful faces now showing a sense of safety, steadily advancing in the direction of the holy banner.
Elder Xuan watched the charging Borisin Werewolves and snorted coldly, his Soul Rings instantly lighting up.
A terrifying yellow gravity field instantly enveloped a hundred-meter radius. The werewolves rushing at the forefront were slammed violently into the ground as if pressed by an invisible giant hand, creating deep humanoid craters in the hard flagstones. The sound of cracking bones was clearly audible.
"That's more like it..."
Xu Sanshi was about to breathe a sigh of relief when several blood-stained wolf claws stretched out from the deep craters. Immediately, the werewolves, whose bones and organs should have been crushed, slowly climbed out.
Their wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Broken bones made "click-clack" sounds as they twisted and reattached. In just a moment, they were roaring and pouncing again, full of life.
"That recovery power... it's terrifying!"
Beibei gasped, condensing a Lightning Dragon Claw in his hand. He had just pierced one werewolf's heart when he saw the wound instantly squirm shut. The werewolf retaliated with a swipe, nearly sending him flying.
Elder Lin moved like lightning. A condensed wind blade whistled out, precisely severing a werewolf's arm.
To their horror, the werewolf merely looked down at its severed arm, bent over to pick it up, and pressed it back onto the stump like assembling a toy.
Flesh instantly fused, bones reconnected, and in the span of a breath, the arm was fully restored, even flexing its claws as if the injury had never existed.
Elder Lin's eyes narrowed. The wind blade struck again, this time aimed directly at the werewolf's head.
The werewolf's body staggered momentarily as its head rolled, and it even tried to bend down to pick it up, until the wound on its neck stopped healing. Only then did it crash to the ground, completely losing all life.
"They're Borisin! They're Abominations of Abundance!"
Qingque's voice held a trace of disbelief. She recognized the origin of these werewolves and subconsciously shrunk back, trying to shield her friend Sparkle beside her.
Almost simultaneously, Sparkle made the same movement, both trying to shield the other.
Their eyes met, and a slight awkwardness permeated the air. Then, they exchanged a knowing look and moved toward Jeanne d'Arc at the same time—the Saint's shield was incredibly durable, making them feel safer.
Jing Yuan's gaze had already locked onto the Borisin Werewolves, his expression solemn.
He slightly raised the lightning-imbued blade in his hand. Savage golden lightning instantly converged, sweeping out like a thundering giant dragon. In its path, hundreds of Borisin Werewolves were instantly electrocuted into charcoal, and the smell of scorching filled the air.
"These are not native Borisin. They were forcefully transformed," Jing Yuan said in a deep voice, seeing through the truth immediately. "Someone is manipulating these werewolves with Abundance's blessings."
The blood moon hanging in the sky was too conspicuous, a glaring declaration of intent.
Combined with the characteristics of these transformed Borisin, he instantly guessed the identity of the mastermind—Hoolay, the Borisin chieftain who was defeated by the previous Luofu Swordmaster and imprisoned on the Luofu Xianzhou!
"The devotee of the Fae-Bow, and the General of the Hunt. Is this what you call fate?"
A deep roar came from the distance, shaking the surrounding buildings.
A massive werewolf silhouette slowly emerged on the rooftop of a towering building nearby.
He was tall, covered in light blue manes. Scarlet airflow, like wolf-smoke, surged into the sky. The oppressive presence he exuded caused Elder Xuan, Elder Song, and the other Titled Douluo to instinctively tense up.
"Hoolay."
Jing Yuan's voice was calm and steady, but the hand gripping his battle blade tightened slightly.
Jeanne d'Arc felt the powerful evil aura and protected Qingque and Sparkle even more closely, the light on her holy banner becoming increasingly brilliant.
Jing Yuan looked at the chaotic battle situation before him, frowning slightly and clicking his tongue.
As the brilliant General of the Xianzhou Alliance, he was accustomed to strategizing and commanding from a position of control. Yet, in this completely unfamiliar foreign world, he repeatedly found himself in a passive situation.
The rules here were completely different from the universe he knew. Most crucially, without the detailed intelligence provided by the Divination Commission and without the network of spies across the star rivers to relay messages, even with his brilliant wisdom, he was like a clever cook without rice, struggling to make accurate predictions and timely responses.
Hoolay, along with these forcefully transformed Borisin Werewolves, was indeed not enough to shake the Shrek Academy lineup.
But what truly worried Jing Yuan was the endless Anti-Matter Legion.
These pitch-black killing machines seemed to have received a specific command, as they completely ignored the appearance of Hoolay and the Borisin Werewolves.
They continued to advance along their pre-determined paths, their cold eyes fixed only on their destructive targets, not even sparing a glance for the Borisin Werewolves right next to them.
"A temporary alliance..." Jing Yuan murmured, his expression growing even more serious.
The combined force of the Anti-Matter Legion and the Borisin only made the already difficult battle even worse.
Just then, Hoolay on the rooftop moved.
The massive battle-blade in his hand gleamed with a scarlet cold light, and the airflow wrapped around the blade rolled and roared like a living thing.
With a deafening roar, Hoolay's massive body leaped from the tall building. His heavy form cut a blurred path through the air, bringing the force of a thousand tons down upon Jing Yuan below.
Before the battle-blade even reached him, the air-tearing wind had already cracked the ground in a spiderweb pattern. Where the scarlet airflow passed, even light seemed to be swallowed.
"Scatter!"
Jing Yuan's eyes narrowed, and he shouted deeply.
Before his voice faded, the battle blade in his hand hummed and rose. Golden lightning, as if alive, converged, wrapping around the blade to form a dazzling thunder dragon.
"Clang—!"
A massive, ear-shattering explosion erupted.
The battle blade wrapped in golden lightning violently collided with the war-blade enveloped in scarlet airflow. A blinding flash erupted at the point of contact, as if a miniature sun had been born instantly.
Savage energy radiated outwards from the collision point. Space emitted a stressed "crackling" sound, filled with dense fissures, as if about to completely collapse in the next second.
A giant mushroom cloud rose from the city center, and a dark-red shockwave swept in all directions like a tsunami.
In its path, tall buildings were leveled like paper, and the hard flagstones were ripped up, exposing the earth beneath.
The Anti-Matter Legion engaged in battle bore the brunt of the attack. Dozens of Reavers were instantly shredded by the shockwave, turning into black particles flying everywhere.
The Trampler in the distance were also flung out, crashing heavily into the ruins with a dull thud.
Hoolay's Borisin Werewolves were not spared either. Hundreds of them were sent flying like broken kites, crashing into the rubble, the sound of breaking bones echoing repeatedly.
The Shrek Academy group was also affected by the violent shockwave. Elder Xuan quickly channeled his Soul Power, condensing a massive earth-yellow shield, yet he was still pushed back repeatedly, the shield covered in cracks.
Jeanne d'Arc's holy shield glowed intensely. Though it barely managed to protect the civilians, Qingque, and others behind her, she was pushed back several dozen meters, two deep furrows plowed into the ground beneath her feet.
Everyone else was also covered by Jeanne d'Arc's protection, but they were all flung away by the shockwave. The entire Shrek Academy formation was scattered, separating them.
In the swirling dust, the figures of Jing Yuan and Hoolay stood far apart.
Jing Yuan was completely unharmed, golden lightning circulating around him. His battle blade was pressed firmly against Hoolay's war-blade, and he hadn't retreated a single step.
Hoolay's massive body swayed slightly, but there was no surprise in his scarlet eyes. If a Xianzhou General were weak, he wouldn't deserve to hold the position.
After a brief silence, the more intense slaughter began anew on the ruined streets of Mingdou.
"Master, are you alright?"
Karna's voice was low and steady, carrying a hint of barely noticeable concern.
He hadn't moved; he simply extended his arm and firmly supported the stumbling He Caitou.
His golden armor gleamed with a cold, hard light under the moonlight, complementing his composed demeanor.
"I'm fine."
He Caitou shook his still heavy head, his forehead damp with cold sweat, his face pale.
The brutal shockwave just now had almost dislocated his internal organs. If Jeanne d'Arc's holy shield hadn't timely blocked most of the force, he would have likely been a pile of shredded flesh by now.
Even so, the moment he was thrown, his body spun uncontrollably dozens of times in the air, and he crashed into a broken stone pillar upon landing. Now, he felt dizzy, and a buzzing sound still echoed in his ears.
He steadied himself, looked around, and realized he had been carried by the shockwave into an unfamiliar alleyway.
His companions, who were tightly following him, were nowhere to be seen. Only Karna remained steadfastly by his side.
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