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

Chapter 1679 Turn Me into King
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Although the glass-like water curtain barely survived this round, the repaired light was like a candle flickering in the wind.

The cracks covering its surface resemble a giant spider web, already covering more than two-thirds of the light curtain's area.

Even more deadly is that, as the spiritual energy of lightning between heaven and earth is constantly being gathered by the Qimen Bureau, the "Thunder Forest" formation in mid-air and the "Ninefold Purple" lightning beams on the ground continue to bombard the broken light screen without stopping, continuously consuming its last bit of power.

The dark clouds high in the sky did not stop, as if there was no end in sight.

The vortex of destruction greedily absorbed the gathered lightning energy once again, giving birth to new thunder—the fifth Five Thunder Talisman had already taken shape!
Despair spread among the members of the Tian Dou team, except for the three heroes of Tian Dou, whose eyes still burned with the last glimmer of indomitable spirit.

boom!
The thirteenth platinum tribulation lightning bolt tore through the sky!

The crystal-clear water curtain groaned and trembled violently, and the cracks spread and eroded wildly, covering an alarming three-quarters of the area!
boom!
The fourteenth lightning bolt followed immediately!

Like the last straw that broke the camel's back, the already dilapidated structure of the light screen could no longer withstand the pressure, and a series of distinct cracking sounds echoed throughout the venue.

The energy light spots, resembling shards of glass, began to disintegrate from the depths of the cracks, and more than four-fifths of the entire light curtain was completely shattered and disintegrated.

The final judgment has arrived!

The fifteenth pale white lightning bolt, carrying the final will to destroy, crashed down!
With a mournful cry like crystal shattering, the Crystal Water Curtain—the last barrier of the Heavenly Fighting Team—collapsed and vanished completely!
The raging lightning energy, free from all obstruction, struck the Tian Dou team members below.

However, the ordeal was not over!
Almost simultaneously, the purple-white lightning python of the "Forest of Lightning" and the dark purple lightning beam of the "Ninefold Purple" followed closely behind, sweeping fiercely over the remaining standing individuals.

The blinding light engulfed everything.

When the lightning subsided, only a charred mess remained on the arena.

The three heroes of the Heavenly Battle were all without exception.

Their figures swayed precariously, their once magnificent gold and red team uniforms now tattered and charred, riddled with countless holes, their exposed skin covered in shocking burn marks. They looked as if they had been dragged out of the darkest coal mine, their breath utterly exhausted.

The only one who appeared somewhat "respectable" was Ye Zijun.

Although equally disheveled, his tattered team uniform appeared slightly more "complete" compared to the other three, and the scorch marks seemed to be lighter.

This was no fluke—firstly, most of the attacks were absorbed by the three heroes of Tiandou who stood in front of her; secondly, the purple and white lightning pythons that came after her seemed to have their power deliberately weakened by an invisible force when they passed by her, and the lightning that fell was significantly less and more scattered.

Clearly, at the last moment, Xiaoyi still showed a slight mercy to this nominal "cousin," which was not easily noticed by others.

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Under the almost desperate gaze of the supporters of the Tian Dou team, a sudden change occurred.

Ye Zijun, whose breath was faint, suddenly trembled at her fingertips, and a resolute look flashed in her eyes.

She took a deep breath, as if squeezing out the last bit of soul power from the depths of her soul nest. The Nine Heart Begonia Martial Soul behind her suddenly burst forth with unprecedented brilliance, and the huge petal phantoms were more full and expansive than ever before.

"Secret Technique: Holy Healing," she chanted in a low but clear voice, as three pure, rich, and almost tangible milky-white holy lights were precisely projected onto the three heroes of the Heavenly Battle who were on the verge of collapse.

Where the white light penetrated, the charred marks that originally covered the body and the deep burns that revealed the bone were wiped away as if by an invisible divine hand. The flesh grew and healed rapidly, and the withered vitality was miraculously rekindled.

In less than a breath, the three men's severe injuries had completely healed, and their condition had visibly returned to its peak.

Aside from their continued dilapidation.

This is precisely the most extraordinary aspect of the "Holy Healing Technique," the ultimate secret passed down by the Nine Heart Begonia family.

Unlike the Nine Heart Begonia's soul skill—healing—which requires a gradual recovery process (the speed of which depends on the injury and individual constitution), the Holy Healing Technique's healing effect is instantaneous, as if time were reversed.

However, the price for using such a heaven-defying secret technique is also enormous.

As soon as the light of the Holy Healing Technique faded, the last glimmer of light in Ye Zijun's eyes went out completely. Her body went limp, and she collapsed to the ground, falling into a deep coma.

Even more chillingly, a fine layer of white frost appeared without warning from her spine and spread rapidly, soon covering her vest and a large area of ​​the back of her neck, emanating a faint chill.

This bizarre change sent a huge shock through all the members of the Heavenly Battle team.

If it were merely due to the exhaustion of soul power and severe injuries leading to unconsciousness, that would be understandable, and the power of lightning would also be understandable, but where did this inexplicable, rapidly spreading frost come from? Chen Xinyi had never used any ice-type power before.

But all eyes were fixed on the vine throne with suspicion and uncertainty; this strange frost phenomenon must be related to her.

Despite her weakness, Ling Xinyao shouted sharply, "Chen Xinyi! What exactly did you do to Zijun?!"

At this moment, even her usually cold tone changed.

On the throne, Xiao Yi's gaze fell on Ye Zijun's figure covered in frost, her expression still calm and indifferent: "Absorb it."

It seems that in her eyes, this was nothing more than a problem that could be solved with a simple gesture.

Just then, Ning Zhongtian, who had recovered, frowned slightly. His divine soul power surged suddenly, and with a few soft crackling sounds, several fine but extremely condensed purplish-black currents were forcibly forced out from the lower part of his spine, turning into wisps of green smoke and dissipating into the air.

Xue Shiming's lips curled into a sharp smile as he said in a deep voice, "This is... a hidden alien energy erosion?!"

Ning Zhongtian nodded solemnly, pointing to his lumbar spine: "I miscontrolled myself just now, and felt like there were residual lightning bolts in my body that I couldn't dispel... So that's where it is!"

"If it weren't for it, our defenses could have held out much longer."

Xue Shiming suddenly looked up, his sharp gaze piercing Xiao Yi, and said loudly, "How did you manage to quietly inject alien energy into our joints, deep into our veins and bone marrow?!"

Xiao Yi hovered above the throne, her mysterious aura lingering. She did not directly answer Xue Shiming's question, but instead uttered a proverb in a clear and serene tone:

"He who is born with the power to govern the universe, who encompasses all the changes in the universe, transforms me into a king, I am the king!"

(End of this chapter)