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

Chapter 1627 The female demon is dead, retreat!
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Hissing sounds—boom!
There was no violently exploding fireball, only the purest annihilation of energy!
The highly compressed lava energy, like a sharp drill bit, frantically burned, pierced, and vaporized thick, vengeful black smoke.

The moment the faces of countless vengeful spirits touched the surface of the pillar of light, they screamed and vanished into wisps of smoke.

A massive energy shockwave swept outwards from the point of impact, whipping up scorching air currents and a thick, foul-smelling fog.

Just then, a faint but resolute conch shell sound resounded—"Sixth Soul Skill: Deep Sea Requiem!"

Ruan Erfeng struggled to sit up, blood dripping from his mouth onto the jade conch shell, emitting a final, soulful resonance.

The sound waves ceased their attack and transformed into a low, resonant conch shell, as calm as the deep sea, precisely piercing through the chaotic energy surge and coiling around the vengeful banshee's "brow."

In her true form, her soul power was incomparably strong, but the momentary delay caused by this interference was enough to disrupt the rhythm of her gathering power.

The vengeful banshee let out an angry shriek, her sharp fingers tearing fiercely to both sides, dozens of energy claws wrapped with vengeful spirits enveloped Ruan Erfeng and Ben Guan like a cage.

In that critical moment—a clear and steady voice echoed like the tolling of a dawn bell:

"Evil spirits and vengeful souls, the dawn shall slay them!"

A figure, radiating the light of judgment, suddenly descended.

The newcomer was dressed in a solemn white and gold robe; he was none other than Bishop Li Ming of the Moonshine City Martial Soul Main Hall.

He held an ancient longsword in his hand. The blade had no sharp edge, yet it naturally emitted a warm, morning glow like the rising sun.

Sword Name: Dawn Sword (Martial Soul)!
It is said that the Li family is a branch of the Qian family, and the Dawn Sword, an eighth-rank weapon, is the legendary sword of the Angelic Martial Soul (not the six-winged angel).

"Seventh Soul Skill: Holy Sword True Form!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Li Ming's Dawn Sword shone brightly, instantly transforming into a ten-zhang-long holy light blade purely constructed from warm morning light.

Wherever the light blade reached, the lingering resentment and black smoke in the air melted away like ice and snow.

"Eighth Soul Skill: Dawn Judgment!"

Yes, he is a Soul Douluo. Given that Moonshine City is a strategic location, the Martial Soul Main Hall has a Soul Douluo on its roster.

The light blade crashed down in its true form as the Holy Sword.

It wasn't a simple chopping; it was a trial!

A thick, pure beam of dawn light pierced through the dark clouds, carrying the power to purify all evil and sweep away endless darkness, and slammed into the core of the vengeful female demon's true form.

"Roar--!!!"

The vengeful banshee has found her deadly nemesis!
"Eighth Soul Skill: Myriad Soul Sacrifice Annihilation Claw!"

She suddenly transformed all the resentment she had gathered from the souls of the dead on the battlefield into two terrifying, vengeful claws that blotted out the sun. With an aura of annihilation that could destroy everything, she forcefully grabbed at the pillar of dawn that pierced the darkness.

This was a desperate attack, the culmination of all her cultivation.

Sizzle—Boom!!!!
The ultimate clash between light and darkness!
The beam of dawn light swept through the enemy like a whirlwind, and the seemingly terrifying giant claws of vengeful spirits vanished the moment they touched the holy light.

Countless vengeful spirits let out a soft, liberating murmur in the morning light, then vanished into wisps of smoke.

The beam of light from the Dawn Judgment, still unabated, relentlessly struck the core of the vengeful banshee's true form.

"No--!!!!"

A sharp shriek, filled with endless resentment and unwillingness, abruptly ceased, and the enormous black vengeful banshee phantom convulsed and swelled violently.

boom--! ! !
The banshee's true form exploded under the purifying power of the extremely pure dawn.

It transformed into countless black soul power particles that were instantly purified by the holy light into sparkling, flowing light, and finally vanished completely into the world without leaving a trace.

The battlefield fell silent instantly. The true form of the raging lava colossus was now dull and lifeless, a huge crack torn open in its lava armor by the claws of the vengeful spirits, with lava flowing incessantly. Clearly, its true form was severely damaged, and blood was spilling from its mouth and nose.

Mao Jiyun knelt on one knee, panting heavily. The backlash from the meteorite crash had caused some of the bones in his legs to crack.

After unleashing his final Soul-Suppressing Song, Ruan Erfeng finally succumbed to his injuries and passed out completely, his breath becoming weak.

Bishop Li Ming's ancient longsword trembled slightly, clearly indicating that activating his Martial Soul True Body and powerful eighth soul skill had also consumed a great deal of energy.

However, the female demon Soul Douluo was ultimately destroyed, body and soul, by the combined efforts of the four!
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"Miao Anxiu!" (Female Demon Soul Douluo)
The mournful cry, completely purified by the holy light, exploded in the mind of Crimson Soul Douluo.

Before the dust had settled, Li Ming's longsword, still warm from the morning sun, had already swept across the entire area.

Mao Jiyun struggled to stand up again, his legs slightly stiff but his eyes fierce; the light of Ben Guan's enormous true form dimmed slightly.

With these two, plus Li Ming, a rising and sharp rival, the balance of the battle suddenly shifted!

Fear does not stem from overwhelming military strength.

Which of the main Soul Warriors of the Demon Dragon Legion didn't roll out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood?

They did not consume the Bloodlust Dew, such a violent substance; well, none of those above the Soul Saint level consumed it.

They remained calm, and even held the advantage in combat strength—if Kong Tangfeng were willing to stop Li Ming…

Blood Spider's eyes were sinister, and Wraith Tiger, though still full of fighting spirit, moved slightly slower. The tremors from the clash with Wang Jiamu's tortoise shell still lingered beside Ghost-Faced Horse...

They exchanged fleeting glances, needing no words, until finally all eyes were fixed on the imposing figure in the center of the battle.

Yan Zelong.

Yan Wushuang's eldest son is the obvious leader of this operation.

His mind was spinning.

War? There is still a chance.

Kong Tangfeng's shadowy claws were enough to entangle Li Ming, but if the time dragged on, the consequences would be unpredictable.

He clenched his fist, which was covered in dark scales, and a hint of hesitation flashed in his scarlet dragon eyes—whether to fight or retreat was up to him to decide!
Just then—above the sky, Yan Wushuang's impatient and slightly irritated shout clearly rang in the ears of every Demon Dragon Soul Douluo: "Retreat!"

All the taut nerves suddenly relaxed!
Once the boss gave the order, there was no more hesitation!

"Heh heh... Old turtle, I'll take your shell next time!"

Ghost-faced Horse let out a strange laugh first, its figure transforming into a series of ghostly phantoms. Several soul-guided tools imbued with spiritual spikes shot backward, forcing Wang Jiamu to pause in his tracks.

"Hmph! Leng Bufan, remember this debt!"

The Bloodthirsty Spider Soul Douluo's figure turned back strangely, and several foul-smelling, highly poisonous spider webs were suddenly cast towards Leng Bufan's sword path, who was pursuing him from behind.

With a furious snort, the Wraith Tiger Soul Douluo forcefully pushed back Zheng Youde, who was charging like a mad bull, and slammed his arms into the ground.

The powerful shockwave and shattered debris instantly blocked a space for pursuit.

Kong Tangfeng's shadowy figure flickered a few times before breaking free from Leng Buqun's cloud-sea sword net.

Yan Zelong was even more decisive. With a deep dragon roar, he unleashed an explosive burst of dark demonic flames, turning the surrounding area of ​​dozens of feet into a vortex of fire that devoured soul power, forcing everyone, including Li Ming, to temporarily avoid his attack.

The seven fierce auras belonging to the Soul Douluo of the Demon Dragon Army ceased their fighting and unleashed their last bit of soul power to force their opponents back. They then tore apart the gradually closing outer encirclement in different directions at astonishing speed.

Their opponents, the experts from Moonshine City, only paused for a moment before giving chase.

We must not let them escape so easily.

The Leng family's white sword light, the Zheng family's red bull charge, the Wang family's tortoise shell flying attack, Li Ming's dawn sword energy...

Other Soul Saints and Soul Emperors who arrived from the city once again stirred up a bloody storm of pursuit amidst the ruins and rubble of the broken streets!
(End of this chapter)