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

Chapter 305 The Terror of the Great Monarch of Annihilation

Just as Vina was sinking into despair and sorrow, she suddenly felt a slight warmth on the back of her hand.

She hurriedly looked down—the three bright red Command Seals were still clearly imprinted on her skin, showing no signs of fading.

The contract remains in effect, and Feixiao... is still alive!

A wave of immense relief, as if she had survived a disaster, overwhelmed Vina, and she almost collapsed to the ground.

She was incredibly grateful that she could summon such a powerful being as Feixiao.

This Heavenly Strike General from the Immortal Ship is not only straightforward in character, but his strength is also beyond imagination.

To survive such a devastating blow head-on... Vina simply couldn't imagine what level of power that was.

She had no doubt that, let alone a level 99 Limit Douluo who was at the limit of mortals, even a legendary god would not fare well if he were to take such a blow.

It should be noted that the power of a top-tier Limit Douluo's all-out attack is roughly equivalent to that of a level nine fixed-position soul-guided cannonball.

The aftershocks of Xingxiao's casual strike had a destructive range and intensity that surpassed the combined effect of detonating more than a dozen level-nine fixed-position soul-guided cannon shells simultaneously.

Its core power is immeasurable.

What's even more chilling is that no one knows whether this is the limit of the Great Monarch Xingxiao's power.

After all, she never truly revealed her true form.

In terms of a duel between their true forms, the outcome between Fei Xiao and Xing Xiao, both being Commanders, would be uncertain. However, in this Douluo Continent, both exist as special memory forms condensed from the "negative energy" of this world.

Clearly, the Star Howl, which wields "destruction," has a faster and more advantageous channel for obtaining negative energy and a faster rate of recovery and development than the Flying Sky.

Feixiao and Jingyuan, as generals of the Immortal Ship, derive their power from their beliefs and duties, and act with their own bottom line and concerns.

Unlike the Great Lord of Annihilation, they could not frantically draw power from indiscriminate killing and destruction to strengthen themselves.

Xingxiao represents destruction, and slaughter and destruction are her "nutrients." With this ebb and flow, Xingxiao's seemingly endless power appears so natural in Mingdu at this moment.

"Wow! That's really... awesome!"

A cry of pain and lingering fear came from the ruins.

Prince D'Artagnan barely managed to support his body with a spear crackled with lightning. The magnificent yet dangerous demon king's armor he wore was covered with spiderweb-like cracks, as if it would shatter completely at any moment.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked up at the abyss that seemed to have been cleaved by a giant axe from the heavens, and for the first time, his eyes showed not excitement, but pure survival instinct, fear and trepidation.

"This is no longer a battle..."

He murmured to himself, his eyes, which were usually burning with fighting spirit, now slightly narrowed.

"This is simply...a natural disaster!"

He loved the ultimate thrill of dancing on the edge of a blade and craved to clash with the strong, but he absolutely did not want to die meaninglessly under this all-encompassing, all-destroying unknown AOE.

Not far away, Kong Deming's expression was also one of utter shock.

The exquisitely crafted level 10 soul tool "Silver Moon Divine Light Shield" in front of him dimmed, and even showed slight distortions on its surface.

If it weren't for the timely deployment of this level 10 soul tool, which used its spatial power to transfer most of the destructive impact to another dimension, he, the Supreme Elder of the Sun Moon Empire and a level 10 soul master, would probably not have been able to escape unscathed from that earth-shattering explosion.

His gaze was fixed on the city that had been completely reduced to nothingness, leaving only a huge abyss, and the muscles in his cheeks twitched slightly involuntarily.

Even though he had anticipated the power of the Great Lord of Annihilation and believed he had overestimated it as much as possible, reality still slapped him hard in the face, telling him how narrow the boundaries of his imagination were.

However, this almost hopeless gap did not break Kong Deming's will; instead, it acted like a shot in the arm, making a certain idea in his mind more firm and clearer.

The path Xu Tianran has chosen, and the forces he has aligned himself with, may indeed bring him ultimate victory, no matter how terrible the price he pays for it.

So what he needs to do now is to take advantage of this precious opportunity when everything is in chaos and all eyes are drawn to the higher-level battle, and at all costs, completely eliminate the remaining resistance forces of the original Douluo Three Kingdoms, clearing the last obstacle for the Sun Moon Empire and for the future he firmly believes in.

Amidst the ruins, the survivors—civilians, soul masters, and followers alike—stared speechlessly at the colossal scar that stretched across the heart of Mingdu, a wound that seemed to lead to hell. Xingxiao's casual strike not only destroyed a third of the city but also, in an unparalleled manner, planted the seeds of "despair" and "insignificance" deep within the hearts of every witness.

Their previous life-or-death struggles, opposing camps, and grudges seemed so laughable and insignificant in the face of such pure destructive power.

However, Xingxiao's terrifying strike, which was enough to interrupt the battle, failed to completely end the fighting in Mingdu.

Before the smoke of destruction had completely dissipated, the distinctive charging hum and roar of the Soul Guidance Cannon once again tore through the oppressive air from the twisted metal forest of the palace ruins, echoing intermittently.

Amidst the ruins throughout the city, the sounds of Soul Masters clashing, roaring, and exploding in close combat with the antimatter legion still echoed, and death and feeble resistance continued.

In the core area where Siegfried's burning of everything unleashed the twilight-colored sword energy that ultimately ravaged the land, the scene was so horrific that it would suffocate any witness.

The antimatter legion's phantom soldiers, who had been used as meat shields and pushed to the front lines by Scarlet Nightmare, had all turned into scattered, charred ashes. Even the largest and hardest-shelled Tramper was completely annihilated, leaving not a trace of its remains.

The embers of destruction drifted on the breeze, emitting a pungent odor.

At the bottom of the huge, deep pit, Huo Yuhao knelt in a pool of viscous blood.

His right side was almost completely sheared off, leaving large patches of bloody flesh exposed, with stark white bones and shattered internal organs horribly visible, as if he had been slowly torn apart by countless invisible blades.

Warm blood dripped down the broken ribs and arm bones, pooling on the ground into a dark red puddle that kept expanding.

Each weak and labored breath he took aggravated the ruptured organs in his chest cavity, causing excruciating pain that nearly made him faint.

Scattered around his body were countless sharp-edged ice crystal fragments that refracted a faint light.

In the final moment before the twilight sword energy engulfed everything, he exhausted all his spiritual and soul power to tightly encase himself, Bei Bei, and Tang Ya in an extremely hard ice coffin, stronger than black iron.

That was the last barrier he could build for the three of them.

Even so, he, who chose to stand at the forefront, still couldn't completely withstand the final roar of the hero's death.

The destructive sword energy, like a primordial beast with life, cruelly shredded half of his body into dust the moment it tore through the ice coffin.

If it weren't for the powerful physique and tenacious vitality he gained after transforming into a Bu Li Ren, which forcibly kept him alive until his last breath, he would already be a cold, mangled corpse.

Beibei and Tang Ya, whom he protected behind him, were in equally dire straits.

Beibei's gunshot wound to the chest had not yet healed, and now several deep, bone-revealing sword wounds had appeared. Blood had almost completely soaked through his tattered robes, his face was deathly pale, and his breath was extremely weak.

Although Tang Ya was protected at the back by the two as much as possible, one of her arms was still hit by the aftershock of the sharp sword energy. Her black sleeve was neatly cut open, revealing a hideous wound on her skin where the flesh was rolled up and the bone could even be vaguely seen. Bright red blood was constantly seeping out.

Yae Sakura, who bore the brunt of Siegfried's power and shielded Huo Yuhao and the others from a fatal impact, was in a truly appalling state.

The beautiful pink-haired fox-eared shrine maiden knelt on the ground, only managing to stay upright thanks to the spirit sword, Cherry Blossom Blizzard, which was stuck diagonally in the scorched earth beside her.

Her red and white shrine maiden robes were already soaked in blood, clinging tightly to her body. Her once smooth and jade-like skin was covered with countless fine and deep sword marks, like a piece of porcelain about to shatter.

Even its usually agile and nimble fox ears drooped listlessly, having lost all their luster.

Most fatally, the dense, inky negative energy, like an ominous black mist, continuously seeped from her terrible wounds. Like Siegfried before her, she had reached her limit, and this memory was about to reach its end.

To protect Tang Ya, she practically endured the Dragon Slayer Hero's ultimate weapon, which burned everything, with her own body.

Even with the added power of Himeko, after suffering such severe injuries, her existence was like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

Each weak and labored breath was accompanied by fragments of blood; her breath had become extremely faint.

Himeko, who had always fought alongside her, was not present at this moment.

Clearly, in that earth-shattering clash just now, she had exhausted her strength or suffered severe injuries in order to protect Yae Sakura, and was temporarily unable to manifest her physical form in the outside world.

Yae Sakura no longer had the power to summon her.

(End of this chapter)