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

Chapter 308 Shrek Academy VS Holy Spirit Cult

Above the ruins, the majestic righteous energy and the sinister ghost energy collided and compressed violently, the air emitted a burst of unbearable pressure, and the space itself was slightly distorted, forming an invisible dividing line.

"How cruel are these crimes that trample on life and desecrate the soul!"

Joan of Arc's voice was no longer gentle; it carried a suppressed tremor. She gripped the holy banner tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.

The silent wails and despair of those countless vengeful spirits pierced her kind heart like the sharpest needles, causing her to tremble slightly with anger.

This kind-hearted saintly girl revealed such a clear and cold killing intent for the first time in her life.

Even when faced with the illusory soldiers of the antimatter legion, who were born only to destroy, she simply fulfilled her duty and ended them without any hatred in her heart, because they were the lingering embers of destruction that should never have existed, beyond redemption, and therefore not worthy of harsh judgment.

But these evil spirit masters in front of me are different.

They were living, breathing human beings, yet they committed such heinous atrocities against their own kind, using the blood and cries of the innocent as stepping stones to the pinnacle of power. This utter, deliberate depravity and evil is a sin that Joan of Arc could not tolerate and had to be thoroughly purified.

In her eyes, these evil spirit masters of the Holy Spirit Cult were more wicked and unforgivable than those mindless machines of destruction.

“In the name of my Lord, I will surely judge these grave sins.”

Without further hesitation, Joan of Arc, consumed by raging anger, broke the stalemate first.

The holy banner in her hand suddenly rose high, and a dazzling holy light burst forth instantly, like a second sun rising in the dim world, dispelling all gloom and sweeping towards the Holy Spirit Cult members with unparalleled purifying power.

Holy Judgment is hereby granted.

Joan of Arc's boots pounded the scorched earth beneath her feet, and the flying pebbles and dust swirled in the turbulent air around her, like a storm encircling the saint.

The spear, wrapped in the holy battle banner, transformed into a golden meteor that tore through the dark heavens and earth. Its tip condensed a dazzling divine light capable of purifying all evil, and it pierced through the void at a speed beyond visual perception, heading straight for Zhongli Wumianmen.

Of all the evil spirit masters, this Holy Spirit Cult leader possessed the most sinister and terrifying aura. The resentment and bloodlust surrounding him were almost tangible, making him like a vortex of souls constantly wailing. Naturally, he became Joan of Arc's primary target for purification.

"not good!"

Zhongli Wu's expression suddenly changed, and a deadly sense of crisis from the depths of his soul pierced his heart.

He sensed with absolute clarity that the spear contained no ordinary soul power, but a higher-level, absolute restraining power against all darkness and filth—a sacred power capable of burning away soul fire and purifying the very source.

He was well aware of the terror of Servants, and now, facing it firsthand, he understood it all too well.

At the critical moment of life and death, Zhongli Wu held nothing back, and his soul power surged like a flood bursting its banks.

Nine terrifying spirit rings instantly rose from beneath his feet—black, black, black, black, black, black, red, red, red.

In particular, the sudden appearance of the last three blood-red, bewitching 100,000-year soul rings brought a terrifying pressure that almost solidified the air in this space, enough to make the soul power of ordinary Title Douluos stagnate and their minds shatter.

"Roar--!"

A dragon's roar reverberated across the land, and the space in front of Zhongli Wu twisted and collapsed violently as a terrifying being so enormous it was suffocating suddenly descended.

It was a dark golden bone dragon over a hundred meters long, each of its bones gleaming with a cold, metallic luster, its massive skeleton forming a terrifying silhouette of death.

Within his eye sockets, two dark blue soul flames burned fiercely, projecting a will of greed and destruction.

The bone wings suddenly spread open, casting shadows like a curtain of death, instantly obscuring a large part of the sky—this was the Bone Dragon King, the strongest beast soul controlled by Zhongli Wu with the Death God Demon Puppet Martial Soul, whose defensive power was comparable to that of a Limit Douluo.

"clang--!!!!!"

Joan of Arc's banner spear, imbued with supreme divine power, clashed fiercely with the Bone Dragon King's dark golden skull, made of divine iron.

The deafening clang of metal against metal was like a thunderclap, and a violent energy surge suddenly spread out in a ring.

Golden light and ghostly blue soul fire intertwined, eroded, and annihilated each other.

The Bone Dragon King's massive, mountain-like body was shaken back several steps by the terrifying kinetic energy contained in the spear. A thin but shocking crack appeared in the center of its originally indestructible skull, and the ghostly blue soul fire within it flickered violently as if swept by a gale, clearly indicating that it had suffered a severe injury.

"What a terrifying power!"

Zhongli Wu was filled with utter shock.

He could clearly feel that what came from the tip of the spear was not just a physical impact, but a pure, divine energy, like boiling holy water, frantically eroding and purifying the Bone Dragon King's soul fire essence. If this Bone Dragon King hadn't been forged with countless efforts and possessed an incredibly profound foundation, he would probably have been directly pierced and completely purified in an instant.

Before her attack had succeeded, Joan of Arc's eyes turned cold, and with a deft flick of her wrist, her flag and spear transformed into a weapon capable of sweeping away thousands of enemies.

The spear tip ripped through the sky, leaving a dazzling yet deadly golden arc, tearing through the atmosphere, and slashing fiercely at the Bone Dragon King's relatively slender neck bone with the force of splitting mountains and cleaving seas.

With just a simple sweep, Joan of Arc's spear left a deep, bone-revealing gash on the Bone Dragon King's thick neck.

"Crack!"

A teeth-grinding cracking sound rang out. With just this seemingly simple sweep, the incomparably sharp holy light sliced ​​a huge, deep crack that revealed the bone in the Bone Dragon King's hard neck bone.

The divine power, like the most greedy flame, clung firmly to the wound, burning and purifying wildly along the bone seams, emitting a continuous "sizzling" sound and billowing out large amounts of foul-smelling black smoke.

Suffering continuous damage from this naturally restrained divine power, the soul fire in the Bone Dragon King's eye sockets dimmed at a visible speed, and even the movement of flapping its huge bone wings became extremely sluggish and stiff, emitting a screeching sound of unbearable strain.

Zhongli Wu's eyes twitched as he watched, his heart bleeding. This Bone Dragon King was almost the culmination of half his life's work, and every crack was as if it were engraved on his own soul.

But he dared not take it back—once he lost this most solid barrier, Joan of Arc's terrifying flag spear would purify him and his soul with unstoppable force in the next second.

But he dared not recall the Bone Dragon King. Once he lost this barrier, Joan of Arc's spear tip, imbued with divine power, would pierce his heart in the next second.

He could only grit his teeth and frantically urge the vast soul power within his body, like a burst dam, into the Bone Dragon King's body, trying to temporarily stabilize the ever-spreading and collapsing situation and suppress the bone-deep, purifying energy.

"Master!"

The Holy Spirit Cult members and evil spirit masters behind them were all horrified at the sight.

They never expected that someone as powerful as their leader would be completely suppressed in a single exchange, with even the strongest Bone Dragon King's soul on the verge of shattering.

After intense fear came a desperate frenzy. Several Title Douluo-level evil soul masters suppressed their fear of the followers and roared as they unleashed their most insidious and ruthless soul skills, attempting to relieve the siege of Wei by attacking Zhao.

The Heavenly Centipede Douluo opened his mouth and spewed out a sky full of dark green poisonous mist. The mist had a pungent, fishy smell, and wherever it passed, even the space itself was corroded and hissed. The scorched earth on the ground instantly melted, and countless deadly bubbles rose to the surface.

Tens of thousands of twisted and tormented vengeful spirits emerged behind Wan Hun Douluo, emitting sharp howls that could tear apart souls, and converged into a gray-black spiritual torrent that rushed straight into Joan of Arc's spiritual sea.

The Abomination Douluo's body suddenly swelled up like an inflating balloon, transforming into a terrifying mountain of flesh several meters high, stitched together from rotting blood and blood. It moved with earth-shaking strides, charging towards Jeanne d'Arc with reckless abandon...

"Don't try to succeed!"

How could the elders of Shrek Academy sit idly by and watch evil spirit masters besiege Jeanne? Almost at the same moment the other side set off, they launched their attack.

Xuanzi's horn, resembling a gluttonous bull, emitted a thick, earthy-yellow light. His fists, imbued with the power to shatter mountains and split the earth, slammed out with tremendous force. The violent fist wind was almost tangible, forcefully blasting away and evaporating the pervasive dark green poisonous mist.

Another elder, with white hair and beard and an aura as sharp as a sword, swayed and transformed into several afterimages. With a flick of his sword finger, his soul power instantly transformed into countless dazzling and sharp sword shadows, which poured out like a sudden storm, precisely intercepting and shredding the torrent of wailing vengeful spirits released by the Ten Thousand Souls Douluo in mid-air.

At the same time, Old Song's figure appeared silently in the path of the Abomination Douluo's charge.

The phantom of the Azure Shadow Divine Eagle flashed behind her, and with a gentle flap of its enormous azure wings, it unleashed countless sharp, space-cutting azure gusts of wind, blocking the massive fleshy monster like an insurmountable chasm.

"Boom boom boom——!!!"

Several soul skills with vastly different attributes, yet equally powerful, collided and exploded violently above the ruins.

A dazzling yet dangerous halo flashed wildly, and the explosive energy shockwaves spread out like a tsunami, completely crushing and pulverizing the already crumbling ruins around them, causing the earth to groan in pain.

A chaotic battle between Title Douluo-level beings is so destructive that it's like a natural disaster, capable of altering the terrain in an instant.

In the past, according to the unspoken rules of Douluo Continent, Title Douluos had to fight in the sky to avoid harming innocent lives and cities.

But at this moment, the entire Ming capital had already been reduced to ruins, with countless casualties, a veritable hell on earth.

The survivors huddled in various corners, barely clinging to life. All rules and considerations were rendered powerless in the face of this apocalyptic scene.

In this situation, who would care about any rules?
At this moment, both sides had only one thought in mind—to defeat the other by the fastest and most effective means, using any means necessary.

In an instant, the elders of Shrek Academy and the evil elders of the Holy Spirit Cult were locked in a fierce battle.

(End of this chapter)