Douluo: After Bibi Dong's abuse, Gu Yuena takes care of her

Dai Mubai lay amidst the rubble, the White Tiger Vajra Transformation long gone, his entire body wracked with excruciating pain as if his bones had been broken apart.

He struggled to prop himself up with his arms, but coughed up a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, and fell heavily back to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Cough...cough cough...How is this possible..." His pupils, which were filled with evil light, were unfocused as he stared at his trembling hands, the gaping wounds on his hands.

"I...I am a prince of the Star Luo Empire...the heir to the White Tiger Martial Soul..."

His voice was hoarse, filled with unbelievable humiliation.

The power he gained through inhuman torture on Poseidon Island was as fragile as a joke in the face of Qianrenshang's sword.

Zhu Zhuqing's situation was even worse.

She lay on her side, her clothes around her waist and abdomen burned away by the power of lightning, revealing charred skin and even faint bone fragments.

She gritted her teeth, cold sweat soaked her temples, her body convulsed slightly from the excruciating pain, and even making a sound became extremely difficult.

Only those eyes, gradually losing focus, remained fixed on that figure.

"Zhu Qing..." When Dai Mubai saw her like this, his heart felt like it was being clenched, and his eyes instantly turned red. He tried desperately to crawl over, but this aggravated his injuries, causing him to vomit blood repeatedly.

Ma Hongjun suffered the most; he was the first to be targeted by Qian Renshang, and the sword wound on his chest was so deep that the bone was visible.

The phoenix flames were completely extinguished, and he lay in the scorched pit like a rag doll, with only his slightly rising and falling chest proving that he was still alive.

“Fatty…fatty…” Oscar’s face was covered in tears and ice crystals. He wanted to throw the giant rejuvenating sausage he had just made over there.

However, the extreme cold field that Gu Yuena had casually set up was still in effect. His fingers were frozen stiff and numb, and the sausage rolled to the ground as soon as it left his hand, frozen into an ice block by the cold air.

Ning Rongrong's Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda dimmed to the extreme, and even fine cracks appeared on the pagoda's body.

She desperately tried to provide some more support to her companions, but her soul power was already exhausted. The backlash pain turned her face pale, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. She could only watch helplessly as her companions fell one by one, murmuring in despair:

"Why...why is this happening...? Is our cultivation...completely meaningless...?"

Xiao Wu was trapped inside that crystal-clear yet indestructible ice wall, and her tears froze into ice crystals as soon as they welled up.

She watched Tang San being defeated time and time again, watched her companions succumb to their injuries and near death, while she herself couldn't even lift a finger.
That sense of powerlessness and self-blame almost consumed her. "Third Brother... I'm sorry... I'm so useless..." Tang San was in the best condition, but only relatively speaking.

He knelt on the ground, leaning on the trident of Poseidon. The light from Poseidon's divine armor flickered. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his knuckles were white from gripping the trident shaft too tightly.

He listened to his companions' painful groans and desperate whispers, and saw their miserable state. His heart felt as if it were being pierced by countless needles, a pain a thousand times greater than the physical wounds.

“No…no…the Sea God’s test…will not be in vain…” He gasped for breath, trying to dispel the confusion and wavering in his heart.

But Gu Yuena's seemingly casual yet incredibly powerful attack, and Qian Renshang's overwhelming absolute strength, were like two insurmountable mountains, pressing down on him until he could barely breathe.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, the allied forces of the Spirit Hall and the Star Luo Empire were in complete chaos.

"Run...run!!" A Soul King-level general, his face a mess of snot and tears, looked at the Shrek Seven Devils lying on the ground like dead dogs.

His last shred of courage shattered completely. He screamed hoarsely, dropped his weapon, and turned to run.

This was like a signal that instantly triggered an avalanche-like rout.

"Monsters! They are monsters!"

"Even the Shrek Seven Devils are finished! If we stay, we're just waiting to die!"

"Mom...I want to go home..."

"Spare us! My lord, spare us! We're just lowly soldiers following orders!"

Cries, pleas for mercy, and terrified screams filled the air.

The once well-organized military formation crumbled instantly. Soldiers abandoned their armor and weapons, shoving and trampling each other, wishing they had two more legs, and fled like madmen in the direction away from the two figures.

Several bishops from the Spirit Hall who were overseeing the battle attempted to suppress the unrest, but they were swept away by the fleeing crowd and instantly buried under countless feet, their fate unknown.

The general who had previously called the Shrek Seven Devils "useless" was now running faster than anyone else, removing his heavy armor as he ran.

The anger that had been on his face was gone, replaced only by extreme fear. (End of Chapter)