Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1566 The Dark Dragon Douluo is Going Crazy
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The voice emanating from Chen Xiaojun's sea of ​​consciousness said: "Such a passive approach... will inevitably lead to defeat if we hold on for too long."

The dark green giant shield once again withstood the heavy blow of the demonic dragon's claw, and a sickening metallic twisting sound came from the connection between the Xuanwu shield and the arm bone.

His facial muscles twitched and tightened from the excruciating pain, and the fresh blood at the corner of his lips mingled with the previous semi-dried dark red.

Having withstood two consecutive blows from the demonic dragon's claws, amplified by its true form, the backlash felt like countless molten iron surging through his internal organs.

But the most deadly is the storm hidden in the soul nest between the eyebrows.

The damaged space of consciousness, which had previously been forcibly activated with "Yin Yang Reversal" and several other skills, was now like glass being smashed by a giant hammer, causing the cracks in the spatial walls to expand once again.

The once stable, quarter-thick crack is now being rapidly expanded by new, spiderweb-like fissures.

Each tremor and shattering of the spatial barrier directly ground into his soul. It was not a vague, dull pain, but a cruel punishment as if thousands of poisoned, red-hot steel needles suddenly pierced his temples and then twisted and turned violently inward.

He could even "hear" the piercing wails that only the soul could perceive as the spatial walls collapsed.

The scene before my eyes was like being thrown into a maze of shattered mirrors.

The ghostly demonic energy gushing from the giant shield, the soul power flowing from Xiao Yi's fingertips, and even the taut profile of Xi Xi's face as she raised the shield... all of these were distorted, shattered, and superimposed.

Consciousness felt like it was sinking to the bottom of a boiling, viscous asphalt lake, each difficult ascent pulling at the cracking skull.

Numb tremors ran through his legs that were supporting his body, and the immense force of the demonic claws transmitted from the Xuanwu Shield to his palms almost pinned him to the pile of rubble beneath his feet.

"Ugh...!" A suppressed groan escaped from between his teeth, and his knuckles gripping the shield handle turned deathly pale from blood loss.

In the midst of the throbbing, excruciating pain, the last vestige of clarity desperately suppressed the metallic taste rising in his throat—he absolutely could not let his guard down now!
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The violent rage surging in Yan Choulong's chest almost tore his chest apart.

On the left is Chen Xiaojun's Xuanwu Giant Shield, its dark green surface shimmering with silver light and flowing with Daoist charm; on the right is Xixi's Victory Shield, its entire surface radiant like the sun and engraved with a deep-sea blue vortex.

The two tortoise-shell-like barriers released distinct yet equally resilient ancient auras, firmly resisting his claws formed from the power of the underworld.

The demonic energy of the underworld and the flowing water and golden light on the two shields were frantically annihilated, emitting a tooth-grinding scraping buzz, and for the time being, they could not do anything about it.

Just as he was about to unleash his soul power once more to completely crush the barrier, a chilling warning from the depths of his soul suddenly rang out.

He suddenly turned his head—

In the depths of Xiaoyi's clear eyes, the pupil of her right eye had completely transformed into a suspended, cold, round moon.

He poured his boundless soul power into his right eye without reservation, unleashing the "Moonlight Divine Light" to its fullest potential.

An 84,000-year-old Saint King-level skull!

A beam of light, so pure it was breathtaking, flowing with an ancient aura like the moon, silently yet swiftly like thunder, pierced through the chaotic energy dust along its path and pierced straight into Yan Choulong's skull.

As the light passed, the air seemed to be purified instantly, and even the lingering smoke briefly retreated, revealing the trajectory below, which was illuminated to be icy and lustrous, yet contained an aura of annihilation.

This light is not merely dazzling; it contains the ultimate power of purification and the true meaning of piercing through illusion.

After advancing to the Saint King level, its power has increased significantly compared to before.

The Netherworld Soul Power defensive layer flowing across Yan Choulong's body immediately emitted a piercing burning sound the moment it was exposed to the light, and thinned and dissipated at a visible speed, like boiling water being poured on snow.

He felt a tearing sensation originating from the very source of his soul power, and an instinctive weakness caused by the rapid loss of his life force. This was a beam of judgment that could ignore physical defenses and directly target the core of soul power and the source of life, and its destructive power against dark and nether attributes was doubled.

"Secret Technique: Wings of the Demonic Dragon!"

A low growl, a sign of life and death, burst from Yan Choulong's teeth. The pair of enormous dark purple energy dragon wings on his back suddenly rolled forward, like the toughest dragon skin scrolls, layer upon layer, tightly wrapping his entire upper body, especially his head and other vital organs.

The viscous, almost tangible, nether energy surged and flowed across the wing membrane.

*Pfft—*sizzle!*
The divine light of the moon slammed into the instantly closing wings of the demonic dragon, like a scorching hot iron branding an ancient, solid ice. The blinding white light and the deep black mist rubbed and collided violently.

The energy-formed wing membrane groaned under the divine light, unable to bear the strain.

In the area of ​​the wing surface reached by the white light, the energy structure, like a ghost encountering sunlight, struggled, twisted, and decomposed wildly.

The resilient dragon wings are being forcibly "purified" and dissipated inch by inch, layer by layer, by this purifying light, like melting wax at high temperatures.

Each collapse of the energy structure sent a burning pain deep into Yan Choulong's bones, as if his soul had been pierced by the cold Yin Fire.

The smoke was swept away by the purifying power of the remaining Moonlight, clearly revealing Yan Choulong's face, which was completely distorted by excruciating pain and rage.

His dark skin was taut, and the veins on his forehead and neck bulged and throbbed like twisted earthworms. Each throbbing of his pulse carried a venomous hatred that seemed ready to devour anyone.

Those molten gold vertical pupils were fixed on the dark green and silver glow and the golden and azure blue tortoise-shell barrier in front of him, both exuding the aura of ancient seas and mountains. The pent-up anger in his chest almost burst out of his throat.

Another one?!
And they're all external spirit bones?!

How could Yan Choulong, a titled Douluo, have such sharp eyesight!

The unique primal energy emanating from these two shields, perfectly integrated with the host's soul and flesh, is far from an ordinary soul bone skill.

Only by absorbing and fusing the essence of a soul beast and undergoing a life-and-death transformation can one possess such spirituality, which is almost like a barrier to life!
Such a powerful external soul bone is one in a hundred years for an ordinary soul master!

And right in front of us... two?!

The immense sense of absurdity and intense frustration surged like a tide of ice and fire, shattering the dam of pride he held as a Title Douluo.

What surged in my chest was not just anger, but also a feeling of disgust and suffocation, as if I had been repeatedly toyed with by fate and constantly being gagged with a stinky rag.

Each time, it seemed like we were just a hair's breadth away from crushing the target, but each time, this damn thing held us back.

This agonizing state of being stuck in the middle was driving him almost insane.

His gaze passed over the two damned tortoise shields and landed on the white-clad girl behind him, whose dress was gently fluttering in the energy flow and whose right eye's moonlight had not yet completely subsided.

It's her!
That damned moonlight, that omnipresent plant control, that destructive lightning domain!
If you can't get close, no matter how strong you are, you can't hit them.

We can't let this drag on any longer.

Yan Choulong's eyes flashed with ferocity. The tortoise shield could block the dragon's claws, but it might not be able to withstand his close-range attack.

He suddenly shook his claws, temporarily breaking free from the entanglement with the two shields. His body instantly retreated and gained height, and the pair of dragon wings on his back, which had shrunk and dimmed considerably due to the melting of the moonlight, flapped violently.

"Get the hell out of my way—"

With this furious dragon roar, his enormous figure no longer attacked from a distance with soul skills, but instead, like a falling netherworld meteor, carrying the dark purple netherworld dragon soul true energy compressed to the extreme, enough to make the space groan, he fiercely swooped down towards the area behind the tortoise shield where Chen Xiaojun and the other two were standing.

He wanted to tear through space, using the physique and speed of a Title Douluo to forcefully close the distance and crash into that core battle zone.

Crush those two tortoise shells along with the Soul Masters behind them.

(End of this chapter)