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

Chapter 1745 The Evil Leader's Berserk - The Crisis of Title Sealing
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Azmonk's body visibly swelled and grew taller, as if inflated. His muscles bulged and stretched beneath his bark-like skin, and his tattered dark red robes were torn apart. In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a dark red giant nearly three meters tall, with muscles coiled like rocks.

The evil pressure emanating from his body suddenly surged, reaching the level of a level 96 Super Douluo, echoing the violent aura of the Devouring Throat.

"Hehehe! Now, savor the Blood God's blessings!"

The giant Azmonk laughed wildly, his withered hands now covered with dark red metallic bone claws—blood and bone claws he had nurtured for many years.

"Secret Technique: Netherworld Bone Rain!"

He suddenly raised his claws upwards, and countless sharp bone spurs, formed from filthy blood and soul power and entwined with the wailing of wronged souls, shot towards the five titled Douluo. Each one carried a sinister and corrosive quality that could pierce through soul power.

At the same time, he deeply rooted his "Soul-Devouring Stomach" martial spirit into the energy core of the Devouring Throat.

The Maw of Devourer opened its gaping maw once more, unleashing an even thicker, more filthy, dark red breath, carrying with it a potent acid that could melt gold and corrode iron, and a soul-tearing resentment, which shot straight at Tong Yangyuan, who was suspended high above.

This breath attack was far more powerful than before, clearly enhanced by Azmonk's temporary buff.

Five major account bans have suddenly increased the pressure!

"Eighth Soul Skill: Xuanwu Returns to the Ruins!"

Shi Yuanyuan's face was as resolute as a rock. The Xuanwu tortoise phantom behind him let out a deep and distant roar, and a thick, visible yellowish-brown halo suddenly spread out from him.

Wherever the halo reached, space froze, gravity increased several times over, the speed of the rain of ghostly bones shooting across the sky decreased sharply, the trajectory became heavy and sluggish, and most of them even fell from the sky.

The Shi family's Xuanwu Turtle defense is mainly based on earth and physical attributes, which is somewhat opposite to the Blackwater Xuanwu Turtle of the Zhai family, which is based on water and spirit.

His imposing figure shifted sideways, and the massive Xuanwu Heavenly Wall Shield once again stood in his way, forcefully clashing against the filthy breath of the Devourer's Throat.

Sizzle—Boom!

An even more terrifying corrosive energy impacted the shield, causing cracks to spread more than twice as fast. The rocks beneath Shi Yuanyuan's feet were completely shattered, his legs sank deep into the ground, a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and the muscles in his arms bulged like dragons, with veins popping out.

The Azure Bamboo Sword Master's eyes remained sharp. As he drew his clear longsword, a hazy illusory Azure Bamboo Sword Domain unfolded around him, with swaying green bamboo and chilling sword energy.

"Eighth Soul Skill: Bamboo Shadow Thousandfold Kill!"

Countless condensed, tangible cyan sword lights split off, evolving into the illusory image of bamboo forests breaking through the soil and ten thousand swords piercing through the clouds, precisely stabbing and shredding the incoming bone spikes, emitting dense, rain-like explosions.

Ji Hongming's expression was solemn. He wielded his brush in mid-air and shouted sharply, "Demon-Sealing Talisman - Soul-Locking Golden Chain!"

Unlike the previous exorcising runes, this time the golden runes instantly condensed into several incredibly thick energy chains inscribed with profound runes, shooting towards Azmonk's body like serpents, intending to bind his movements and interfere with his control over the Maw of Devourer.

Lei Xing roared like thunder: "Seventh Soul Skill - Martial Soul True Body!"

He transformed into a raging purple lightning giant, his Thunder Axe radiating brilliant light.

"Secret Technique: Thunder Prison Heavenly Punishment!"

Countless bolts of purple lightning, as thick as buckets, descended from the sky. They weren't a chaotic barrage, but rather formed a destructive, illusory pool of lightning, slamming into the massive body of the Devourer's Throat, attempting to interrupt its breath and severely injure its core. The violent lightning exploded across its surface, creating large, charred craters, splattering pus and blood everywhere.

Tong Yangyuan's Crimson Crane Martial Soul let out a clear and high-pitched cry, and the sacred golden-red flames burned even brighter.

"Crimson Flame Purifies the World - Gathering!"

He formed hand seals, and the scattered purifying flames rapidly converged, transforming into an extremely condensed golden-red pillar of light, directly confronting the vile breath of the Devouring Throat.

boom! ! !
Two completely opposite and extremely polarized energies collided violently in mid-air, and the resulting shockwave caused the entire chamber to shake violently, with blood vessels on the walls bursting!
Tong Yangyuan's body trembled, and his face paled slightly, but the purifying light pillar stubbornly withstood the breath and continued to burn and dissolve the impure energy.

As the Soul-Locking Golden Chains wrapped around him, Azmonk grinned maliciously: "Child's play! Eighth Soul Skill - Devouring Heaven and Earth!"

The phantom of the "Soul Devouring Stomach" martial spirit behind him suddenly expanded, transforming into a crimson vortex abyss that blotted out the sky. A terrifying suction force erupted, forcibly pulling Ji Hongming's several golden chains toward the abyss's gaping maw. The golden light on the chains was quickly polluted and dimmed, soon becoming corrupted.

At the same time, his enormous blood-bone claw suddenly shot out, "Right Arm Soul Bone Technique - Blood Soul Stripping Claw!"

Five crimson claw shadows, distorting space, tore through the air, carrying a vicious power that could tear apart souls, and viciously grabbed at Ji Hongming, who was maintaining the seal.

"Watch out!" The Azure Bamboo Sword Master's pupils contracted, and he transformed into a beam of sword light, instantly blocking Ji Hongming's path. "Azure Bamboo Secret Manual - Dustless Sword Wall!"

A dense wall of light composed of countless tiny cyan sword energies instantly formed.

Bang! Crack!

The claw shadow slammed into the sword wall, producing a teeth-grinding cracking sound. The sword wall trembled violently. Although it was not completely broken, the powerful impact passed through the wall. Qinghuang Sword Lord groaned and was knocked back several steps, a line of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Ji Hongming also suffered a backlash; his face turned pale, and the golden light of the calligraphy brush in his hand dimmed.

The battle instantly heats up!
Two terrifying level 96 beings, working seamlessly together, launched an unparalleled and ferocious attack.

The Bloodlust Cult, as expected of a long-established evil cult, actually has such powerful figures in a single stronghold in Tiandou City.

Although the five titled Douluo cooperated well and each displayed their unique abilities, they were gradually suppressed by the opponent's rapidly increasing power and unpredictable attacks, and were in grave danger.

Shi Yuanyuan became the strongest bulwark, but also withstood the fiercest firepower. He used his defensive soul skills one after another, and blood kept spilling from the corner of his mouth, clearly indicating that his internal organs were injured.

Lei Xing transformed into a thunder giant, his ferocious attacks leaving scorch marks on the Devouring Throat, but he was also struck hard by the giant bone tail it flung out, causing his Martial Soul True Body to fluctuate and his aura to become disordered, clearly indicating that he had suffered serious internal injuries.

Qinghuang Sword Lord and Ji Hongming joined forces to fight against Azmonk's true form. Sword light and golden script intertwined. Although they repeatedly deflected the opponent's bone claws and soul-devouring stomach, both of them began to be injured and their soul power was greatly depleted.

Only Tong Yangyuan, relying on the natural restraint of the Purifying Flame, managed to barely maintain the suppression of the Devouring Throat. However, maintaining the high intensity of the Purifying Light was also a great burden for him, and his face grew paler and paler.

"Not enough! Not enough!! Give me all your strength!"

Azmonk's madness intensified as he watched his forces falter under the combined attack of the five opponents (the Maw of Devourers' repair speed could no longer keep up with their destruction). He let out a hysterical roar.

"Bloodlust Secret Technique: Return to the Source! Fiendish Devourer, merge with me, Fiendish Blood Lord!"

(End of this chapter)