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

Chapter 1731 Unwavering Through the Ages! Truly insane…

Almost at the same moment that the two dragons unleashed their killing moves, Zhi Mengze, who had been interfering all along, finally made his move.

"Ninth Soul Skill: Shadowfall!"

His body merged with the Shadow Tree Martial Soul, and the entire giant tree erupted with endless, viscous darkness.

This darkness did not devour the light; rather, it seemed to sink the space itself, forming a region that was constantly collapsing and dissolving, intercepting, delaying, and even annihilating the terrifying crimson fireball and the silver river.

However, at this moment, the two dragons, having been freed from interference by Chen Weizhe's "purification and holiness" and having received attribute, strength, and spirit amplification from the Xuan Tian Gourd, are at their peak!

Despite the powerful interception, the Crimson Sun Annihilation Orb still managed to forcefully break through the collapsing and pulling force of the Shadowfall Zone. However, its trajectory as it melted through the void was noticeably distorted for a moment, and its light dimmed slightly.

The following cosmic silver flow was also weakened by the thick darkness, and its sharp, tearing sensation was greatly diminished.

"Ninth Soul Skill: Xuanming Return Armor!"

Zhai Henbai's icy voice resounded across the battlefield, and the vast Xuanming Black Water surged into the sky, instantly condensing into a deep, pitch-black heavy armor covered with ancient runes on his massive Xuanwu True Body!

But that's not all!

A layer of "stillness" permeates the thick tortoise shell, forcibly slowing down and solidifying the violent impact.

At the same time, the illusory light of "Unwavering" shone brightly at the core runes of the armor, making the armor seem to transform into the unshakable foundation of a mountain for eternity.

The second kind of artistic conception!
Although most Soul Masters specialize in one realm of intent after breaking through to the title level, it doesn't prevent some from pursuing other realms as secondary intents.

As for Zhai Henbai, who was over 140 years old, he had plenty of time to improve his auxiliary cultivation of artistic conception, and he had already reached the illusionary level.

The two artistic conceptions complement each other and, when combined, form the phrase "unwavering through the ages," which greatly enhances defensive capabilities.

boom! ! !
Pfft——! !

The combined attacks of the two dragons struck the Xuanming Heavy Armor. First, the high-temperature collapse and explosion of the Crimson Sun Annihilation Fireball melted through several meters. Then, the Universal Silver Stream, carrying the intent to shatter the void, frantically cut through it.

Two completely different destructive forces collided.

Amidst the deafening roar, a clear and piercing cracking sound rang out. The indestructible Xuanming Guiyuan Armor, reinforced with double defensive intent, was finally forcibly broken through after enduring the double ninth soul skill's devastating attack weakened by the Dreamweaver.

Then it struck the tortoise shell.

Crackling sound—!
A hole about a meter in diameter appeared in the center of the tortoise shell, with traces of melting and cracking at the edges. Deep inside, a palm-sized crack was clearly visible in the tortoise shell itself, from which the thick, ink-like, and icy Xuanwu primordial blood seeped out!

Zhai Henbai's massive body shuddered violently, and a low, painful groan mixed with a trace of black gas escaped from his mouth and nose. His powerful aura immediately began to decline and become disordered.

The black water beneath him was churning and boiling, clearly indicating that although his body was not fundamentally damaged, he was definitely injured!

But in Long Jing'an's eyes, the defense, which had only been breached but not completely penetrated, was only wide open: "Damn, that's insane!"

Yu Yongyuan also fell silent, speechless at such a defense.

Zhai Henbai slowly raised his enormous tortoise-snake head, his deep pupils filled with only cold, deathly stillness.

At the crack, viscous, dark black water surged wildly into the depths, filling and repairing the crack in the tortoise shell, which struggled to close amidst a teeth-grinding creaking sound.

Despite being injured, its massive body remained as stable as a rock, radiating an imposing aura that seemed unshakeable through the ages.

Seeing this, Chen Weizhe frowned and judged, "The Shadow Tree interfered just now, weakening the power of your combined attack. Otherwise, this attack should have penetrated more thoroughly. I'll handle that old tree bark."

Having said that, he turned around, carrying the phantom of the Xuan Tian Gourd, and without hesitation, swooped down towards the surging shadowy domain below. A cyan blade appeared in his hand, clearly a divine weapon, its target being Zhi Mengze, who was hiding within it.

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Central Hall Ruins
At this moment, the sword formation has evolved from the initial "Sword Light Seals the Sky" to the more imposing second-tier "Sword Peak Suppresses the Sky".

The original thirty-six sharp sword lights have now condensed into a towering sword peak more than twenty meters high, exuding a solemn and heavy aura of killing intent. Its stability and sense of oppression are far greater than before.

As a control-type battle spirit master, this freely manipulated sword formation is Chen Zhang's most powerful killing method.

He served as the dean of Jianyu Academy for nearly eight years, and he did not waste his time. He had already thoroughly studied and mastered the essence of the sword formation that his uncle Chen Cong relied on for fame, and made it his own.

Of course, compared to the magnificent sword formation that can cover an area of ​​over four hundred meters, the difference is still obvious.

Ming Xingyun felt anxious and uneasy.

Today, when the Black Netherworld leadership convened for a meeting, government officials happened to arrive.

On a whim and by some strange twist of fate, he accompanied Bao Nansong to the scene, only to find themselves surrounded.

Despite being a powerful level 93 Title Douluo, he should be able to easily deal with five or six low-level Soul Douluos.

However, Chen Zhang's strange sword formation combined offense, defense, and confinement. Combined with his four fearless clones and Zhu Yanfeng's formidable defense, it tenaciously held him back for more than ten minutes.

Unable to gain the upper hand after a prolonged stalemate, Ming Xingyun's eyes flashed with ruthlessness, and his soul power erupted violently: "Ninth Soul Skill - Netherworld Corrosive Strike!"

A viscous, turbid current containing immense dark and decaying power surged and exploded from his body. This turbid current was also entangled with the corrosive intent he had comprehended (illusory level), carrying the vicious characteristics of eroding soul power and corrupting matter. It surged and crashed in all directions, focusing more on pressing down on the direction where Chen Zhang was located.

Seeing the figure that flashed ahead of the corrupt torrent, Ming Xingyun's lips twitched involuntarily.

From the very beginning, he focused his efforts on this persistent target.

This level 89 Soul Douluo withstood most of his attacks with his strong defense, and Ming Xingyun was unable to break through this defensive barrier quickly, wasting precious time.

Faced with the titled Douluo's furious attack, Zhu Yanfeng dared not be negligent in the slightest, and his eyes suddenly shone with an earthy yellow light.

"Eighth Soul Skill: Petrifying Eye!"

Two beams of yellow light, imbued with the will to solidify, swept toward the forefront of the corrupting torrent, weakening its momentum.

At the same time, having already activated his true form as a stone-armored porcupine, he further expanded his thick stone armor shield, forming a second defensive barrier.

The turbid waves shattered the stone armor shield!

Stone chips flew everywhere, and the shield continued to crumble and dissolve under the corrosive power, but it successfully slowed down the impact.

At the last moment, Zhu Yanfeng let out a low shout, and a shrunken, condensed, yet dazzling ten-meter-tall golden bell enveloped himself—the Golden Bell Shield!

boom! !

The remaining torrent of corruption crashed violently against the golden light shield, causing it to tremble violently and flicker. Although it did not shatter in the end, the golden light on it dimmed considerably.

The terrifying impact and a trace of corrosive residual force penetrated in, causing Zhu Yanfeng to groan and ooze bright red blood from the corner of his mouth.

(End of this chapter)