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

Chapter 1740 Kunze Vanishes Without a Trace, The Curtain Falls!
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Battle situation on the right side of the backyard:

At the very moment Wan Hanyou fell, the battlefield on the right side of the backyard, where the black water churned and shadows twisted, also underwent a dramatic change.

For the first time, a change beyond solemnity appeared on Zhai Henbai's aged face—a mixture of shock, anger, and determination.

Zhi Mengze, standing beside him, trembled slightly, his face hidden in the shadow of his hood, clearly sensing the terrifying aura of Wan Hanyou in the distance, which had completely vanished and whose resentment had been erased.

"Roar—! Dark River of the Underworld - Overturn!"

This is one of Zhai Henbai's strongest ultimate techniques, a powerful offensive and crowd control skill.

The snake's head and the turtle's head simultaneously roared to the sky, and the vast Xuanming Black Swamp beneath them instantly boiled, transforming into a jet-black, roaring Styx River that surged upwards.

The river was no longer flowing with ordinary black water, but with the concentrated power of the Netherworld's origin, which was cold, decaying, and oppressive. It carried a terrifying will to engulf everything and drag all things into the Netherworld, and fiercely met the Twin Dragons' ultimate technique that was about to strike again.

This is a desperate move that combines offense and defense, and forcibly disrupts the opponent's rhythm.

Almost simultaneously, Zhi Mengze's figure completely merged into the shadow tree behind him, and his low, hoarse murmurs echoed within the domain:
"Eighth Soul Skill: Nightmare Seed!"

Countless shadowy roots, thinner and almost invisible than the "Heart-Eating Vines," carrying the power to incite deep-seated soul fear and implant indelible nightmare seeds, ignored some physical defenses and, like a rain of thousands of black needles, indiscriminately covered Long Jing'an, Yu Yongyuan, and Chen Weizhe.

This is pure mental pollution and interference, with the sole purpose of striving for that sliver of hope.

Rumble——! ! !
The annihilating sphere of light from the extinguished Crimson Sun crashed into the roaring Dark River of the Underworld, triggering a terrifying energy tide that threatened to melt through space and unleash a series of devastating explosions of Yin Thunder.

Immediately afterwards, the cosmic silver flow swept in like a galaxy waterfall cutting through the sky, and the elemental turbulence and the netherworld heavy water clashed wildly. The entire space on the right side of the backyard violently shook, twisted and deformed, and fell into a vortex of destructive energy.

However, at the center of the impending complete eruption of the energy turbulence—

"Secret Technique: Xuanwu Kunze Escape!"

The enormous Xuanwu body suddenly erupted with a dazzling yellowish-brown light, and the ancient and mysterious runes on the tortoise shell instantly became dull and lifeless, as if their spiritual essence had been forcibly drained away, paying a heavy price.

His massive body suddenly resonated more deeply with the black swamp beneath his feet, which was formed from his soul power and surging endlessly.

The entire Black Swamp was violently churning and roaring, with all sorts of wriggling and gurgling sounds filling the air.

"Roar--!"

A deep, resonant roar shook the earth, and the Xuanwu's true form seemed to sink into the depths of the Black Swamp as it rapidly "sank" there.

Rather than sinking, it was more like merging—the body covered in thick armor seemed to have become part of the Black Swamp, combining with the viscous, cold mud soul power.

The next moment, a highly condensed, viscous mud stream, mixed with deep earthy yellow and dark black, carrying broken rocks and churning mud, suddenly burst out from the black swamp.

Its speed seemed less swift than a streak of light, but it carried an unstoppable, earth-shattering force, precisely engulfing the Dream Swamp, which had also merged into the shadows and transformed into a twisted black mist, causing the two to instantly converge.

Long Jing'an, Yu Yongyuan, and Chen Weizhe were a beat slower due to the interference of the Nightmare Root.

"Where do you think you're going!" Yu Yongyuan's eyes were bloodshot with rage. He forcefully suppressed the surging blood and qi caused by the energy backlash, gathering his last bit of strength. A blazing crimson dragon claw, carrying the momentum to incinerate everything, fiercely grabbed at the mudflow that had burst from the ground. Sizzle—! Boom!
The crimson dragon claw violently tore through the outer layer of the mudflow, and the high-temperature flames instantly evaporated a large amount of mud and melted and cracked the soil and rocks.

The shattered fragments of the black robe curled and burned in the flames. A few drops of turbid mud containing the cold, earthy soul power sizzled as they were burned by the high temperature, leaving behind a few tiny fragments of tortoise shells that were charred black and cracked at the edges by the raging flames.

But Yu Yongyuan's attack was ultimately a step too late.

The mudslide, like a swimming dragon, carrying the shadow of the Dreamweaver, plunged headlong into the depths of the earth below, which had become soft and fragile due to the violent energy impact, and was full of cracks and chaotic soul power.

Rumble...!
A muffled thud came from the earth, then quickly subsided, leaving behind only a huge, churning swamp that was constantly collapsing and swallowing the surrounding mud and debris, and a blasted, scorched mess of ground.

Zhai Henbai, the Netherworld Douluo whose defense was considered an impenetrable barrier in the world, spared no expense to forcibly draw upon the power of the earth and the Black Swamp to activate this life-saving earth-burrowing technique. He took Zhi Mengze, who was also proficient in shadow escape, and with the help of the terrain, they burrowed into the earth's veins and escaped with their lives despite the combined attack of the three powerful enemies.

The epic showdown on the right side of the backyard has temporarily come to an end.

What remained was a torn and scorched land, a churning swamp, a raging torrent of energy, and the furious, unwilling roars of the two dragons.

Chen Weizhe quickly erected the Xuan Tian Gourd Shield, which quietly enveloped the remaining battlefield, isolating it from the chaotic energy.

……

Chen Weizhe looked at the bubbling mud pit and clicked his tongue: "Tsk, this old turtle, it seems he's reached the threshold of level 97."

Long Jing'an shook his arm, which was numb from the shock, and said with a gloomy expression, "That's right! Damn! His moves were a mix of reality and illusion, like stirring up paste, and his soul power was only at the second-tier Netherworld attribute! The three of us pinned him down and beat him for ages, but we still couldn't break through his turtle shell. If he really jumps to level 97..."

The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became, and he spat angrily on the ground, "Then what's the point of fighting?!"

Chen Weizhe patted Long Jing'an on the shoulder and chuckled, "Brother, think positively. Next time, will it be our turn to tackle this tough nut? Relax, relax!"

Yu Yongyuan sighed, looking at his dragon claw still bearing the marks of burns: "Sigh, let alone next time. When he really reaches level 97, I reckon that to break through his defenses, we'd either need to get a level 98 monster to personally intervene, or we'd need a level 97 expert with an ancestral treasure. Someone like us would be no match for him; it would be like scratching an itch."

Chen Weizhe stroked the stubble on his chin, as if he had just remembered something, and said with a puzzled look, "Come to think of it, it's strange. The Blackwater Xuanwu Zhai family has been powerful for hundreds of years, right? With their tortoise shells, they should be tough and domineering enough to easily seize a position among the Seven Demon Generals. Why don't they compete for it? Instead, they've scattered their members and put them into other legions as henchmen?"

Long Jing'an curled his lip and said irritably, "What else could it be? I bet even if these guys surnamed Zhai join the Crimson Church, they can't change their ancestral cowardly nature! They're cowardly and afraid of taking responsibility. Being a leader is too tiring; they'd rather stay in their shells and sleep soundly!"

Yu Yongyuan also chimed in with a rare exclamation: "Hey, I think it's a good thing they didn't become demon generals and lead a region! Otherwise, with their disgustingly weak defenses, in a war, everyone would have already decided to concentrate their firepower to blast this coward out and beat him to a pulp! He's just too annoying!"

He imagined the scene and shook his head. "If I really became a demon general, I probably wouldn't survive three episodes. I'd be blasted into dust by concentrated fire."

……

When Chen Hong and his two companions arrived at the manor, this was the scene before them. Amidst the broken walls and ruins, the energy fluctuations had subsided like still water, leaving only bloodstains and fragments of dark evil energy in the craters.

Xue Hongtao is leading his men to clean up the mess and take stock of the casualties.

Soon, a figure fell from the sky—it was Zuo Tinggang. His soul wings trembled slightly, and he looked tired, clearly a sign of flying at full speed.

“Everyone,” Zuo Tinggang gasped, “Li Lingfeng’s escape technique is bizarre. His blood-red afterimage traveled several miles in an instant before leaping into the river (weaving requires water), making it impossible to catch up. As for Ming Xiangyun’s blood-red filth, it was like a comet breaking through the sky, exploding in midway and tearing apart dimensions. By the time I arrived, only a bloody dent remained; it had already vanished without a trace.”

At this moment, Schrödinger's mirror glowed faintly, and a line of words appeared on it: "Auntie, we've finished here..."

(End of this chapter)