Douluo Unrivaled: The Beginning Materializes the Black Abyss and White Flowers

Chapter 292 Hu Lei and Jing Yuan

"What if I insist on trying?" Kong Deming's eyes sharpened like knives, and he pushed his soul power to its limit.

He knew this was his only chance—Xu Tianran's followers were not in the palace at the moment, and if he missed it, probably no one would be able to stop this madman.

"Master Kong, you're forcing me."

Xu Tianran's face turned completely cold, and his originally gentle eyes were instantly filled with an eerie molten gold.

Golden lines crawled up his face as if they were alive, and the space behind him began to distort, slowly revealing the phantom of a huge purple dragon.

The giant dragon was very similar to the Purple Emperor Annihilation Dragon, yet completely different—its scales were covered with molten gold patterns, its eyes burned with flames of destruction, and the aura emanating from its body caused the entire Silver Moon Divine Light Shield to tremble slightly.

"This is... the Purple Emperor Annihilation Dragon?" Kong Deming's pupils shrank, his face filled with disbelief.

Having the same royal bloodline, he was extremely familiar with the Purple Emperor Annihilation Dragon Martial Soul. Although it was also of the destructive attribute and full of domineering dragon might, the giant dragon in front of him exuded a destructive aura that made his heart tremble, making it even more powerful than the Purple Emperor Annihilation Dragon.

"This is no ordinary Purple Emperor Annihilation Dragon, Elder Kong."

Xu Tianran's voice became hoarse and cold, his molten gold eyes fixed on Kong Deming, "This is... the power that can make me a god!"

Within the Silver Moon Divine Light Shield, two terrifying auras began to collide and intertwine. Meanwhile, on the streets of Mingdu, the slaughter by the Antimatter Legion continued. No one knew about the silent battle taking place deep within the palace.

"Dai Huabin! The reckoning will begin with you!"

The night wind, carrying the stench of blood, swept across the street corner. Huo Yuhao stood silently on the broken wall, his short black hair lifted by the wind, revealing his frosty face.

His eyes suddenly lit up, and two scarlet beams of light shot straight into the sky, instantly replacing the bright silver moon with an eerie blood moon.

The blood moon emitted an eerie red light, staining half the sky blood-red, and even the air seemed to become viscous and scorching.

"Ouch——!"

The mournful howls of wolves rose and fell, seemingly capable of tearing one's eardrums apart.

Hundreds of massive werewolves charged out from the shadows. They were covered in dark gray manes, and crimson energy burned on their bodies like flames. Their sharp claws gleamed coldly, and saliva dripped from their mouths. Wherever they went, they left deep claw marks on the ground.

These werewolves, their eyes bloodshot and filled with a frenzied killing intent, charged straight at the Shrek Academy team.

"Watch out! What are these monsters?"

Xiao Xiao and her group of Masters were protected behind their Servants and Xuanzi, their faces turning pale as they watched the werewolves rushing towards them in overwhelming numbers.

The Shrek Academy members were escorting a group of civilians to evacuate to the outskirts of Mingdu. Title Douluos such as Xuanzi and Song Lao led the way, while the followers formed a defensive formation to protect the flanks.

With their formidable strength, they were able to forcefully tear open a gap even when facing the Tramplers, but the antimatter legion surged like an endless tide, and with civilians needing to be rescued along the way, the breakout was much slower than expected.

With a Thunder Dragon Claw, Beibei blasted away a charging raider. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a civilian being slashed by a Void Soldier's claws and immediately pulled away to save him.

Although they were unaware that the souls of these commoners had been properly settled in the dream space by the Great Compassion Tree King dispatched by Lu Jingming, in their eyes, every fallen figure was a vibrant life.

As Shrek Academy students, they couldn't simply ignore it.

Although Shrek Academy has various problems, at least their teaching of students is positive.

Moreover, they do have the ability to save a group of people, even if these people are citizens of the Sun Moon Empire.

"My Lord!"

At the center of the procession, Joan of Arc held aloft the holy banner that shone with divine light, its golden rays spreading out like a warm tide, enveloping the hundreds of civilians behind her.

The light appeared gentle, yet it contained an indestructible power—the predator's claws struck the light shield, leaving only a shallow white mark.

The dark matter energy cannon fired by the Eraser struck the light shield, but it only caused a ripple.

Even those who can manipulate space cannot penetrate this sacred barrier.

One of the trampling creatures noticed the anomaly and drew its bow, firing a wind arrow imbued with the element of raging wind.

The wind arrow, accompanied by a piercing whistle that tore through the air, crashed into the light barrier, but was instantly blocked by the golden light and slowly dissipated.

The common people, seeing themselves unharmed, were first stunned, then burst into excited shouts: "It's the Holy Maiden! The Holy Maiden protected us!"

They crowded around Joan of Arc, their previously fearful faces now showing a hint of relief, and steadily advanced in the direction of the holy banner.

Xuanzi snorted coldly as he watched the charging werewolf Bu Li, and his soul rings suddenly lit up.

A terrifying yellow gravity field instantly enveloped an area of ​​100 meters in radius. The werewolves at the forefront were as if they were being held down by an invisible giant hand and slammed into the ground with a dull thud. They smashed deep, human-shaped craters into the hard stone road, and the sound of bones shattering could be clearly heard.

"That's pretty much it..."

Just as Xu Sanshi was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he saw several blood-stained wolf claws emerge from the pit. Then, the werewolves, whose bones and internal organs should have been crushed, slowly crawled out.

Their wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the broken bones cracked and twisted as they were put back together. In no time, they were roaring and pouncing again, full of energy.

"This resilience...it's terrifying!"

Beibei gasped, conjuring a lightning dragon claw in his hand. Just as he pierced the heart of a werewolf, the wound instantly writhed and closed. The werewolf retaliated with a palm strike, nearly knocking him away.

Elder Lin moved with lightning speed, unleashing a condensed wind blade that precisely severed the arm of a werewolf.

What's horrifying is that the werewolf only glanced down at the severed arm before bending down to pick it up and pressing it back into place like a jigsaw puzzle.

Flesh and blood fused together instantly, bones reconnected, and in the blink of an eye, the arm was restored to its original state, even moving its claws slightly, as if the injury had never existed.

Old Lin's eyes sharpened, and he unleashed his wind blade once more, this time aiming directly at the werewolf's head.

As its head rolled off, the werewolf staggered a few steps, even trying to bend down to pick it up, until the wound on its neck stopped healing, at which point it collapsed to the ground, completely lifeless.

"It is a wandering soul! It is a bountiful monster!"

Qingque's voice carried a hint of disbelief. She recognized the origins of these werewolves and instinctively shrank to the side, wanting to protect her friend Songque in front of her.

At almost the same time, Song Que also made the same move, both of them trying to protect each other in front of them.

Their eyes met, and an awkward silence filled the air. Then, they exchanged a knowing glance and simultaneously moved closer to Joan of Arc—the saint's shield was incredibly strong, making them feel much safer.

Jing Yuan's gaze had already been locked onto those werewolves who had left, his eyes serious.

He slightly raised the array blade in his hand, and violent golden lightning instantly gathered, sweeping out like a raging dragon. Wherever it passed, hundreds of Bu Li werewolves were instantly electrocuted into charred remains, and the air was filled with the smell of burning. "These are not native Bu Li people; they have been forcibly transformed."

Jing Yuan said in a deep voice, seeing through the truth at a glance, "Someone is manipulating these werewolves with the Blessing of Abundance."

The blood moon hanging in the sky was so conspicuous that it was almost completely undisguised, as if it were an open secret.

Combining the characteristics of these transformed Bu Li people, he instantly guessed the identity of the mastermind—the Bu Li warrior leader who was defeated by the former Luo Fu Sword Master and imprisoned on the Luo Fu Immortal Ship, Hu Lei!
"A follower of the demonic bow, a general on a hunting expedition—is this what they call fate?"

A deep roar came from afar, shaking the surrounding buildings.

Atop a towering building not far away, a gigantic werewolf figure slowly emerged.

He was tall and imposing, covered in pale blue mane. Crimson energy surged into the sky like smoke from a wolf's tail, and the oppressive aura he exuded made even the titled Douluo, such as Xuanzi and Elder Song, involuntarily tense up.

"Hu Lei."

Jing Yuan's voice was calm and even, but his grip on the array blade tightened slightly.

Joan of Arc sensed the powerful evil aura and protected the bluebird and pinebird even more tightly, causing the light on the holy banner to shine even brighter.

Jing Yuan frowned slightly and clicked his tongue as he looked at the chaotic battle scene before him.

As the strategist of the Immortal Ship Alliance, he was used to making strategic plans, but in this completely unfamiliar world, he repeatedly found himself on the defensive.

The rules here are completely different from the universe he knows. Most importantly, without the detailed information provided by Tabu, and without spies spreading across the stars to relay messages, even with his extraordinary wisdom, he is like a skilled cook without rice, unable to make accurate predictions and timely responses.

One Hu Lei, plus these forcibly transformed werewolves, was indeed not enough to shake Shrek Academy's lineup.

What truly worries Jing Yuan is the endless stream of antimatter troops.

These dark killing machines seemed to have received some kind of instruction, and they completely ignored the appearance of Hu Lei and Bu Li werewolves.

They continued to advance along their predetermined path, their cold eyes fixed only on their targets of destruction, not even sparing a glance at the werewolf Bu Li who was right in front of them.

"A temporary alliance..."

Jing Yuan muttered to himself, his gaze growing increasingly serious.

The alliance between the Antimatter Legion and the Buliren has undoubtedly made the already difficult battle situation even worse.

Just then, thunder roared from the top of the building.

The massive battle blade in his hand gleamed with a scarlet, cold light, and the air currents swirling around its blade roared and churned like living things.

With a deafening roar, Hu Lei's massive body leaped from the tall building, its heavy form leaving a trail of afterimages in the air as it slashed down at Jing Yuan below with immense force.

Before the blade even touched the body, the powerful wind that tore through the air had already cracked the ground with spiderweb-like patterns, and the scarlet airflow seemed to devour even the light.

"spread!"

Jing Yuan's eyes narrowed, and he shouted in a deep voice.

Before he finished speaking, the array blade in his hand hummed as it rose, and golden lightning gathered as if it were alive, coiling around the blade into a dazzling lightning dragon.

"clang--!"

A deafening roar, loud enough to shatter eardrums, suddenly erupted.

The array blade, crackling with golden lightning, clashed violently with the battle blade, which was enveloped in crimson energy. The point of contact erupted with blinding light, as if a miniature sun had been born in an instant.

The violent energy spread outwards from the point of impact, and the space emitted a cracking sound as it was overwhelmed, with countless cracks appearing, as if it would collapse completely at any moment.

A massive mushroom cloud rose from the city center, and a dark red shockwave swept in all directions like a tsunami.

Wherever it went, tall buildings were razed to the ground like paper, and hard stone roads were lifted up, revealing the soil underneath.

The antimatter legion, which was engaged in fierce fighting, was the first to be hit. Dozens of raiders were instantly torn apart by the shockwave and turned into black particles flying all over the sky.

The trampling figures in the distance were also thrown out and crashed heavily into the ruins with a dull thud.

The werewolves under Hu Lei's command were not spared either. Hundreds of werewolves were sent flying like kites with broken strings, crashing into the ruins, with the sound of bones shattering echoing everywhere.

The Shrek Academy group was also affected by the violent shockwave. Xuanzi hurriedly activated his soul power and condensed a huge earth-yellow shield, but he was still shaken back repeatedly, and the shield was covered with cracks.

Joan of Arc's Holy Shield flashed intensely. Although it managed to protect the civilians and Qingque behind her, she was pushed backward for dozens of meters, and the ground beneath her feet was plowed with two deep furrows.

The others were also given a layer of protection by Jeanne, but they were blown away by the shockwave, and the entire Shrek Academy lineup was scattered and dispersed.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, Jing Yuan and Hu Lei stood facing each other from afar.

Jing Yuan was unharmed, his body shimmering with golden lightning. His array blade held firm against Hu Lei's battle blade, and he did not retreat an inch.

Hu Lei's massive body swayed slightly, but his scarlet eyes showed no surprise. If the general of the immortal ship was weak, then he was not worthy of sitting in the position of general.

After a brief silence, an even fiercer battle began once again on the devastated streets of Mingdu.

"Master, are you alright?"

Karna's voice was deep and steady, with a hint of barely perceptible concern.

He didn't move, but simply stretched out his arm and steadily supported the staggering He Caitou.

His golden armor gleamed with a cold, hard luster under the moonlight, perfectly complementing his composed demeanor.

"I am fine."

He Caitou shook his still heavy head, his forehead damp with cold sweat, and his face was somewhat pale.

The violent shockwave almost displaced his internal organs. If Joan of Arc's divine shield hadn't blocked most of the force in time, he would probably be a pile of minced meat by now.

Even so, the moment he was thrown into the air, his body spun and tumbled uncontrollably dozens of times, and when he landed, he crashed into a broken stone pillar. At that moment, he felt dizzy and the world was spinning around him, and a buzzing sound was still ringing in his ears.

He steadied himself, looked around, and realized that he had been carried by the shockwave to an unfamiliar alley.

His companions, who had been following closely behind, were nowhere to be seen; only Karna remained by his side, like a shadow.

(End of this chapter)