Just as Wei Na sank into despair and grief, she suddenly felt a slight warmth on the back of her hand.
She quickly looked down—the three crimson Command Spells were still clearly branded on her skin, showing no sign of fading.
The contract was still active. Fei Xiao was alive!
A wave of overwhelming relief at having survived the ordeal instantly drowned Wei Na. She nearly collapsed to the ground.
She was incredibly fortunate to have summoned such a powerful being as Fei Xiao.
The General of the Heaven-Smiting Division from the Xianzhou was not only straightforward but her power was also unimaginably strong.
To survive taking such a world-ending blow head-on... Wei Na simply couldn't comprehend the level of power that represented.
She had no doubt that not only would the peak of mortal strength, a Level 99 Titled Douluo, be severely damaged, but even a legendary God would not fare well after taking such a full-force hit.
Keep in mind that the full-power strike of a continent's top Titled Douluo was roughly comparable to a Tier 9 Fixed Soul Tool Cannon Shell.
Yet, the mere aftermath of Celenova's casual blow had a destructive range and intensity that already surpassed the combined force of over a dozen Tier 9 Fixed Soul Tool Cannon Shells exploding simultaneously.
The core power was simply incalculable.
What was even more chilling was that no one knew if this was the Lord of Destruction Celenova's limit.
After all, she had never truly revealed her true body from start to finish.
In a true body confrontation, the outcome between the two Emanators, Fei Xiao and Celenova, was uncertain. However, here on the Douluo Dalu, both existed as special Memory Bodies condensed from the world's "negative energy."
Clearly, Celenova, who represents "Destruction," had a faster and more advantageous channel for obtaining negative energy and developing/recovering compared to Fei Xiao.
Fei Xiao and Jing Yuan, as Generals of the Xianzhou, drew their power from belief and duty, and their actions had self-imposed boundaries and considerations.
They could not madly absorb power and enhance themselves through unbridled slaughter and destruction, unlike the Lord of Destruction.
Celenova, on the other hand, embodied destruction; slaughter and devastation were her very "nutrients." With this dynamic at play, Celenova's seemingly endless power now seemed entirely logical in Ming Dou City.
"Ugh! That was... intense!"
A cry tinged with pain and lingering fear came from the ruins.
Childe Tartaglia barely supported himself with his lightning-wrapped long lance. His extravagant yet dangerous Foul Legacy Transformation armor was riddled with spiderweb cracks, as if it would shatter in the next second.
He wiped the overflowing blood from the corner of his mouth and looked up at the abyss, which looked as though it had been cleaven by a god's giant axe. For the first time, his eyes showed not excitement but fear and shock stemming from pure survival instinct.
"This is no longer a battle..."
He mumbled softly. His eyes, which usually burned with fighting spirit, slightly contracted.
"This is simply... a natural disaster!"
He loved the thrilling ecstasy of dancing on a knife's edge and craved confrontation with the strong, but he definitely didn't want to die meaninglessly from such an indiscriminate, world-destroying, unknown Area of Effect (AOE) attack.
Not far away, Kong Deming's face was equally shocked.
The exquisite Tier 10 Soul Tool, "Silver Moon Divine Light Shield," in front of him, was dim, and its surface even showed subtle distortions.
If this Tier 10 Soul Tool hadn't deployed in time, using its spatial power to transfer most of the destructive impact to a different dimension, he, the Supreme Worship Elder of the Sun Moon Empire and a Tier 10 Soul Tool Engineer, would have struggled to survive that cataclysmic explosion unscathed.
His gaze was fixed on the area that had been completely annihilated, leaving only a gigantic abyss. The muscles in his cheeks twitched uncontrollably.
Even though he had anticipated the Lord of Destruction's power and believed he had overestimated it as much as possible, reality still slapped him hard, showing him how narrow the bounds of his imagination were.
However, this almost despair-inducing disparity did not crush Kong Deming's will. Instead, it acted like a stimulant, making a certain thought in his heart firmer and clearer.
The path Xu Tianran had chosen, and the power he had pledged allegiance to, might... truly bring ultimate victory, regardless of the devastating cost.
Therefore, what he had to do now was to utilize this precious window of extreme chaos, where all attention was drawn to the higher-level fight, to thoroughly wipe out the remaining resistance from the former three Douluo Kingdoms at all costs, clearing the final obstacles for the Sun Moon Empire and the future he believed in.
Above the ruins, the survivors—be they civilians, Soul Masters, or Servants—gazed speechlessly at the colossal scar, like a gateway to hell, cutting across the center of Ming Dou City.
Celenova's casual strike had not only destroyed one-third of the city but had also, in an utterly tyrannical way, planted the seeds of "despair" and "insignificance" deep into the hearts of every witness.
Their previous desperate struggles, factional oppositions, and old grievances seemed so ridiculous, so trivial in the face of such pure, destructive might.
However, Celenova's terrifying, battle-disrupting blow had failed to completely end the fighting in Ming Dou City.
The smoke of destruction had not fully cleared when the unique charging whir and roar of Soul Cannons once again tore through the oppressive air, sounding intermittently from the twisted metal forest of the Imperial Palace ruins.
Between the shattered walls and collapsed buildings throughout the city, the sounds of Soul Masters clashing with the Antimatter Legion, shouts, and explosions continued to rise and fall. Death and the faint struggle persisted.
In the core area where Siegfried's sunset-colored sword aura, released with his life force, finally rampaged, the scene was horrific enough to suffocate any witness.
The Void-Reavers of the Antimatter Legion, whom Fei Yan (Crimson Nightmare) had pushed to the front as meat shields, were now reduced entirely to scattered, charred ashes. Even the largest and hardest-shelled Trampler left no trace of remains, completely annihilated.
The destructive embers drifted on the breeze, emitting a pungent odor.
At the bottom of the enormous crater, Huo Yuhao knelt amidst a pool of thick blood.
The entire right side of his torso was almost completely sheared away. Large areas of flesh were mangled, his pale-white bone and shattered internal organs horribly exposed, as if he had been subjected to countless invisible blades.
Warm blood dripped incessantly from his broken ribs and arm bones, pooling on the ground into an expanding, dark red puddle.
Every weak, struggling breath he took pulled at the ruptured organs in his chest, causing an almost-fainting level of agony.
Scattered around his body were countless sharp-edged fragments of Ultimate Ice, reflecting a faint, ethereal light.
In the final instant before the sunset sword energy consumed everything, he used every ounce of his spiritual power and soul power to desperately encase himself, Bei Bei, and Tang Ya in a layer of Ultimate Ice Coffin as strong as profound iron.
It was the last defense he could construct for the three of them.
Yet, even so, having chosen to stand in the very front, he still failed to completely withstand the final roar of the hero's dying move.
The destructive sword energy, like a living primordial beast, tore through the ice coffin and savagely ground half of his body into fragments.
Had it not been for the powerful physique and tenacious life force gained after transforming into a Celenova Hunter, he would already be a cold corpse.
Protected behind him, Bei Bei and Tang Ya were in equally dire straits.
Bei Bei's chest wound from the lance was already unhealed, and now he had several new, deep sword scars that went down to the bone. The blood had nearly soaked through his tattered clothes, his face was deathly pale, and his aura was extremely weak.
Though Tang Ya was protected as far back as possible by the two, one of her arms was still grazed by the fierce sword energy's aftermath. Her black sleeve was neatly cut open, revealing a gruesome wound where the flesh was peeled back and the bone was faintly visible. Crimson blood constantly seeped out.
Yae Sakura, who had directly endured the vast majority of Siegfried's power and shielded the trio from the fatal impact, was in the most shocking state.
The beautiful pink-haired, fox-eared Miko knelt on the ground, relying entirely on the Spiritual Blade: Sakura-fubuki, which was plunged into the scorched earth beside her, to keep from falling.
Her red and white Miko attire was soaked with blood, clinging tightly to her body. Her skin, once smooth as jade, was covered with countless minute, deep sword scars, making her look like a porcelain vase about to shatter.
Even her pair of fox ears, usually agile and alert, drooped powerlessly, having lost all luster.
Most critically, negative energy, thick as ink, continuously leaked from her horrific wounds like ominous black mist. Just like Siegfried before her, she had reached her limit, and this Memory Body was about to reach its end.
To protect Tang Ya, she had almost entirely used her physical body to take the final Noble Phantasm of the dragon-slaying hero, released with his burning life force.
Even with the addition of Higokumaru's power, having suffered such catastrophic damage, her existence was now like a candle in the wind, liable to be extinguished at any moment.
Every weak and difficult gasp for breath was accompanied by shattered blood foam. Her aura had faded to the absolute limit.
And Higokumaru, who always fought alongside her, was not manifested at this moment.
Clearly, in the earth-shattering clash just now, to protect Yae Sakura, she had either exhausted her power or been gravely wounded, making it temporarily impossible for her to manifest in the external world.
Yae Sakura, too, had no remaining strength to summon her.
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