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

Chapter 1747 All Five Injured - Blood Escape from the Endless Abyss

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The enormous cavern was now empty, filled only with the frantically expanding and rapidly contracting pale white fireball, and a fleeting glimpse of Azmonk's illusory face, completely engulfed by divine flames and filled with endless resentment!
"Ah—!! You—all of you must pay with your lives—!!!"

A piercing howl from the deepest part of the soul, filled with all resentment and curses, pierced through the purifying fire.

hum!
A massive, deep red droplet of blood, viscous like millennia-old stagnant blood and emitting a pungent stench and spatial fluctuations, suddenly exploded at the edge of the pale white divine flames—

The blood droplet suddenly swelled, enveloping Azmonk's battered and mangled body!
"Burning Soul Blood Curse - Unending Blood Shadow Escape!"

puff!
The blood droplet, carrying the charred and rotten remains, exploded, ignoring the purifying power of the Purifying Flame. It forcibly distorted space, transforming into a dark red blood light that enveloped the shattered flesh, and fled towards the deeper and more unfathomable dark ley lines underground.

"Stay!" Shi Yuanyuan struggled to lift his severed arm. The power of Xuanwu's Sea-Suppressing Aura weakly spread, attempting to slow it down. However, the Blood Escape contained Azmonk's final burning curse, and its speed and strangeness far exceeded expectations. The power of Sea-Suppressing Aura only dimmed its light by a negligible amount.

Qinghuang Sword Master took a deep breath and hastily shot out a sword aura, which only managed to cut off a small piece of rotten flesh from the broken tail of the blood-red light.

"Ugh...cough!" Tong Yangyuan clutched his chest, finally unable to hold back his violent coughing. Blood seeped from between his fingers, and his face turned deathly pale.

He forcibly activated the ultimate technique "Purifying Incineration," and at the last moment, the Blood Escape technique forcefully penetrated the edge of the purification field, causing damage to his meridians, nearly depleting his soul power, and resulting in serious internal injuries.

Lei Xing lay on the scorched ground, his breath weak and unconscious, with tiny purple electric snakes still occasionally crackling around his body.

Ji Hongming collapsed to the ground, his Wenhua pen rolling to the side, its luster dimmed and cracked. He was barely breathing, unable to even move his fingers.

Shi Yuanyuan leaned against the charred rock wall, his arms twisted, his chest caved in, and every breath he took was filled with blood and foam. He was critically injured and on the verge of death.

Qinghuang Sword Master stood up with difficulty, leaning on his sword. His robes were torn and stained with blood, and his breathing was disordered. He had obviously suffered serious internal injuries, but he was still able to move.

Of the five titled Douluo, two were seriously injured and on the verge of death (Lei Xing and Shi Yuanyuan), one was seriously injured and lost his fighting ability (Ji Hongming), and two were slightly injured to moderately injured (Tong Yangyuan and Qinghuang Sword Lord).

They were panting, some barely able to stand, others collapsing weakly, their gazes sweeping around with complex emotions—

The boiling pool of blood had long since dried up and solidified, and the foul-smelling steam lingered.

The terrifying entity formed by the fusion of the Maw of Devourer and Azmonk vanished into thin air, leaving only a huge, deep pit in the center of the cave with molten, crystalline edges.

The remaining fragments of fleshy walls in the dome are decaying and dissolving into foul-smelling black water at a visible rate.

Although the entire cavern was still filled with a nauseating stench, the previous insane, blasphemous, and mentally devastating evil aura had finally been greatly reduced with the destruction of the Maw of Devourers (although Azmonk's physical body had escaped, his soul had been severely damaged and mostly annihilated).

The remaining pale flames at the bottom of the pit flickered with a faint light, like a final lament.

The monster is dead, the stronghold is destroyed. However, the last vestige of blood that carried Azmonk's remains away was like an invisible poisonous thorn, deeply embedded in the fruits of victory.

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Sword Master Qinghuang, leaning on his sword, was in excruciating pain, feeling as if his internal organs were about to turn inside out. He glanced at the dilapidated cave, then staggered to Shi Yuanyuan, who was closest to him, his voice hoarse: "Old Shi! Hang in there! I'll stop the bleeding for you first!"

Shi Yuanyuan leaned against the charred rock wall. He felt a sharp pain in his chest as soon as he took a breath, and blood mixed with foam flowed from the corner of his mouth.

He shook his head with difficulty, his voice barely audible: "Don't... worry about me, hurry... hurry and go see that guy Lao Lei..."

He glanced anxiously at Lei Xing, who lay motionless on the ground in the distance.

At this moment, Ji Hongming, who was lying on the ground, twitched his fingers, his blood-stained fingertips trembling as he pointed in the direction the blood-red figure had fled: "Cough...cough cough...that old bastard, he's half-dead and gone underground...damn it...he got away...what a mess..."

Tong Yangyuan clutched his chest, the golden-red flames around him completely extinguished, and gasped for breath, "We almost lost our lives... but we finally killed that monster. That madman ran away with his rotting flesh; he'll be a menace sooner or later..."

Before he could finish speaking, another heart-wrenching cough erupted, splattering blood all over the floor.

Qinghuang Sword Master quickly checked Lei Xing's condition and found that he was still breathing.

He straightened up, his brows furrowed, his eyes fixed on the bottomless black crevice in the ground like knives: "I'm the least injured. That ghostly thing was severely wounded; its body is almost rotten. It's probably hiding underground, healing with the yin energy, and could come back at any moment. Someone needs to stay here to watch over Old Shi, Old Lei, and Hongming as they recover..."

He gripped the sword hilt tightly, his knuckles turning white. "I'll follow the trail of blood it left behind and chase after it. Even if I have to go all the way to the underworld, I'll dig this cancer out!"

Upon hearing this, Shi Yuanyuan panicked. With his last ounce of strength, he growled, blood gushing from his severed arm: "Be careful... cough cough, the Blood Desire Cult... is incredibly sinister. Life and death... you never know what's happening. You... you're alone... don't fight recklessly..."

Tong Yangyuan suppressed his surging anger and looked at Qinghuang seriously: "Qinghuang, that thing is a stray dog, but you're injured too... Please don't... chase after it recklessly... Let us catch our breath..."

Qinghuang Sword Lord nodded, his blood-stained blue robe fluttering in the remaining energy wind, and suddenly turned around: "You all rest and recover! That old thing used the Soul Burning Blood Escape, his physical body is broken, and he must be almost out of breath."

"I know what I'm doing. Even if I can't kill it this time, I'll definitely dig up its lair and eradicate it completely—we absolutely cannot let this filthy thing come out and harm people again!"

Before the words were even finished, the person had already transformed into a dim yet incredibly resolute cyan light and shadow, and with a "whoosh," rushed into the black crevice that had swallowed the blood shadow without hesitation.

The pale flame at the bottom of the pit flickered weakly.

The cave was deathly silent, with only the stench of blood lingering in the air, making it hard to breathe.

This victory came at a terrible cost; and the final shadow has already crept deeper into the earth.

(End of this chapter)