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

Chapter 366 The Responsive Thunderclap

"Vast Ocean Protective Shield!"

Tang San had no choice but to drastically reduce his divine power, forming a thick, constantly rotating azure water sphere shield around his body. Ice lines cut into it, producing a piercing friction sound and leaving deep marks. Although he did not break through immediately, it was rapidly consuming his divine power, and the all-pervasive chill was still slowly seeping in.

Mirror Flow's crimson eyes remained expressionless as he changed the direction of his sword.

"The ancient mirror reflects God."

The sword wheel spun again, but this time, it did not shoot out ice swords or ice lines. Instead, it unleashed a more bizarre and fundamental power—absolute stillness and cold.

Centered on her, a realm that seemed to bring everything to stillness and freeze even thought expanded rapidly.

The torrential rain, stirred up by Tang San's divine power, froze in mid-air before it even fell, turning into countless ice crystals and dust.

The frozen waves below silently turned to dust, and the space itself seemed to be frozen and cracked, revealing countless black, cold cracks.

Tang San was horrified to discover that the speed at which the Vast Ocean Protective Barrier outside his body was rotating had become extremely slow, almost stopping.

His own consciousness seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and his thinking became stiff and sluggish.

This power directly freezes the concepts of time and activity.

"impossible!"

Tang San's heart was filled with turmoil. He frantically burned the origin of this wisp of divine consciousness, trying to break through this terrifying frozen domain.

"The true form of the sea god, to which all streams flow."

He forcibly manifested a huge phantom of the sea god, triggering a resonance from all the waters of the entire Douluo Star. The immense power of the water element crossed space and poured into his body, attempting to forcefully break through the frozen domain.

In an instant, the azure divine light shone brightly once more, seemingly showing signs of breaking free from its restraints.

The mirror flow finally started moving.

Her previously still figure swayed slightly, like a flower in a mirror or the moon's reflection in water.

The next moment, she was no longer in the center of the sword wheel.

A blurry white afterimage, as if traversing the distance of time and space, ignored the boiling and struggling power of the Sea God and appeared before the brow of Tang San's huge Sea God phantom.

The ice crystal longsword in her hand was transparent as if it were nothing, yet it exuded an extreme chill and sharpness that could freeze one's soul.

She didn't use any fancy moves; she simply slashed out with her sword.

“Flowing shadows and radiant light.”

This sword strike seemed to embody the desolation of eternity, the extreme cold, and the sword intent to cleave down stars.

Time, space, light, sound... everything loses its meaning before this sword.

Tang San felt an indescribable, incomprehensible, and irresistible extreme chill and sharpness instantly pierce through all his defenses, through the Sea God's phantom, and directly affect the core of his divine consciousness.

He didn't even have time to react.

"Click——"

A very faint sound, like ice crystals shattering, came from the core of his consciousness.

The enormous phantom of the sea god froze instantly, and then, like a shattered ice sculpture, countless cracks spread from its brow before it collapsed and vanished with a roar.

The frozen ocean below shattered into the purest water element particles, dissipating into the world.

Tang San's divine consciousness avatar dimmed rapidly.

Just before Jing Liu's sword intent, which could freeze everything, completely closed in, his figure suddenly transformed into a flowing, azure divine light. In a manner almost like a spatial jump, he narrowly escaped the locking area of ​​the Frost Sword Wheel and instantly fled thousands of meters away.

When the divine light condensed and took shape again, Tang San's expression was extremely grim.

This clone of his mainly carries the power of the sea god. Its characteristics should be like a vast ocean, endless and continuous, with attacks like waves rising one after another. It is best at accumulating power and fighting protracted battles, and finally crushing the opponent with an unparalleled momentum.

However, the power of Mirror Stream seemed to be a natural counter to him.

That extreme chill not only freezes physical objects, but also freezes the flow of energy and even the accumulation of potential.

No matter how turbulent the waves are, they can only turn into a lifeless ice field in the face of absolute zero.

The terrifying sword intent emanating from that ice crystal longsword was extremely sharp, seemingly capable of severing everything tangible and intangible in the world. His defenses felt as fragile as paper in its presence.

From the perspective of Soul Masters in Douluo Continent, Mirror Style's combat mode is simple, brutal, and yet so efficient that it is despair-inducing—freezing everything with absolute control and then annihilating everything with absolute attack.

Control him, then kill him.

The only one who could resonate with Tang San in his current state was Hu Lei, who was currently under siege.

After all, Hu Lei had encountered Jing Liu back then. Bu Liren, the leader of the battle who struck fear into the world, was directly frozen into an ice sculpture by Jing Liu, captured alive, and imprisoned in the Youju Prison to suffer endless torture.

"Mirror Flow!!!"

Just as Tang San was trembling and frantically thinking of a solution, Hu Lei, who was fighting fiercely with Joan of Arc and Aglaia on the distant battlefield, suddenly roared with shock, anger, and hatred, as if his sore spot had been touched.

The moment Jing Liu made his move, Hu Lei, who was very familiar with this power, immediately reacted, wielding his battle sword to force back Jeanne and Aglaia, his gaze fixed on the direction where Jing Liu and Tang San were fighting.

Even though he couldn't see Jingliu's figure in his field of vision, he would never forget the fluctuation of that power, the extreme chill that seemed to freeze his soul.

That was his lifelong nightmare and humiliation.

Back then, as the leader of the Buli people, who struck fear into the hearts of many civilizations around the world, he led a massive fleet and was incredibly arrogant.

But in front of that woman, he was defeated without any suspense, sealed in ten thousand years of mysterious ice, his fleet was completely destroyed, and he himself was captured alive and thrown into the dark and sunless prison of the immortal ship, where he suffered endless torture.

During his long years of imprisonment, he constantly simulated, deduced, and deciphered the swordsmanship and ice-based techniques of the Mirror Stream in his mind, and every night he was awakened by the cold sword light and the biting chill.

The only belief that kept him alive was that one day he could break free from the seal, find Mirror Stream, and avenge the sword that nearly shattered his dignity and beliefs.

At this moment, feeling that nightmarish power once again, Hu Lei completely descended into rage.

He suddenly swung his ferocious battle blade, and an expanding crimson blade aura spread out like an explosion, forcibly forcing the well-coordinated Joan of Arc and Aglaia back a hundred meters away.

"teacher……"

On the other side, Jing Yuan also stopped his attack, his array blade slightly lowered. He looked in the direction where Jing Liu and Tang San were fighting with a complicated expression. A subtle and complex look flashed in his golden eyes, which always carried a hint of laziness. He did not summon the Divine Lord, and he held back a lot in his attacks, as if he was constantly weighing something.

Hathaway and Krydella did not take the opportunity to attack, as they were also intimidated by the two completely different yet terrifying battle fluctuations in the distance.

Compared to the earth-shattering battle over there, their clash with Jing Yuan did seem rather minor.

Moreover, although the general of this immortal ship did not go all out, his effortless and unfathomable strength had already put tremendous pressure on them, making them dare not be distracted in the slightest.

The title of Hunting Commander is well-deserved.

This is General Xianzhou, the hunting envoy. Heseyin is strong enough to be considered the top tier below the envoys. Even if she faces Hulei alone, she is not without a chance of winning, and she can also fight against the envoys.

But since they are both followers, Jingyuan is clearly stronger now.

"Mirror Flow—!"

Hu Lei let out another earth-shattering roar, hatred completely overwhelming his reason.

He completely ignored Joan of Arc and Aglaia, suddenly turned around, and lowered his body into a stance as if gathering strength.

boom!
The ground beneath his feet could not withstand the immense force and instantly collapsed, creating a huge crater.

Using the terrifying recoil, Hu Lei became like a blood-red cannonball fired from its barrel, tearing through the air and soaring into the sky at an astonishing speed, charging headlong towards the direction where Jing Liu and Tang San were fighting.

That resolute killing intent seemed to blast a hole in the sky.

Seeing Hu Lei rushing towards the distant battlefield like a madman, the high-ranking members of the Holy Spirit Cult, who were originally engaged in a fierce battle with the elders of Shrek Academy, were instantly dumbfounded, and their offensive involuntarily faltered.

Especially when Joan of Arc and Aglaia, having lost their target, turned their cold gazes toward them, several elders with slightly weaker mental fortitude almost cursed out loud on the spot.

Hu Lei's act of deserting in the face of battle has plunged their Holy Spirit Cult into an abyss of no return.

"Retreat, retreat quickly!"

The cult leader, Zhongli Wu, was ashen-faced and almost roared as he gave the order.

The Bone Dragon King beneath him let out a deafening roar, its massive body lunging at the Taotie Divine Ox that Xuanzi had transformed into, attempting to temporarily entangle this strongest member of Shrek Academy.

Zhongli Wu himself transformed into a shadowy figure, instantly breaking through the battle and appearing beside Huo Yuhao. He grabbed Huo Yuhao's shoulder, intending to forcibly remove the Holy Son from the battlefield.

"None of you evil heretics will leave here today."

Xuanzi roared, shaking the heavens. The Taotie Divine Ox shone with a bright yellow light. Its huge horns contained the power of a mountain, which made the Bone Dragon King stagger. Its massive body crushed Zhongli Wu directly. The force was so great that Zhongli Wu had to release Huo Yuhao and turn around to fully activate the Death God Demon Puppet to resist Xuanzi's fierce attack.

Huo Yuhao's face was so gloomy it was almost dripping with water.

As Hulei was his servant, he was completely unable to exert any effective restraint on him. He could only watch helplessly as Hulei acted recklessly, completely disregarding his life and death as the master. This sense of powerlessness made him feel extremely humiliated and angry.

"what--!!!"

Just then, an extremely shrill scream pierced the battlefield.

The seven elders of the Holy Spirit Cult, the Masked Douluo known for his disgusting demonic maggots and his control over vengeful spirits, were suddenly enveloped by a pure holy light.

The holy light was scorching and majestic, as dazzling as the core of the sun.

The next moment, a holy lance adorned with an iris banner pierced through the air with unstoppable force, piercing him precisely and pinning him firmly in mid-air.

Under the merciless purification of the holy light, the countless vengeful spirits surrounding Masked Douluo seemed to have encountered their nemesis, letting out desperate howls before turning into wisps of black smoke and quickly dissipating.

He himself, scorched by the holy flames, let out inhuman screams as his body melted like a wax figure, eventually turning into countless specks of light that dissipated into the air, leaving not even a trace of ash behind.

"Evil ones who toy with souls and desecrate life, your only end is purification."

Joan of Arc's beautiful face was frosty; this saint, who was always compassionate, now had a rare, chilling killing intent burning in her eyes.

Faced with these evil spirit masters who take pleasure in tormenting souls and causing pain, she showed no mercy, revealing the iron-blooded side of a saintess.

An elder at the Title Douluo level was instantly killed, his body and soul annihilated. This scene made Huo Yuhao's hair stand on end and his scalp tingle.

He knew that if he hesitated any longer, the Holy Spirit Cult might truly be wiped out today.

"You forced me to do this. Open the dimensional gate."

A resolute glint flashed in Huo Yuhao's eyes. He bit his tongue hard, spitting out blood essence as his hands rapidly formed hand seals.

He originally did not want to use this trump card, because deep within his spiritual sea were sealed fragments of Ilex's dormant divine consciousness. Frequently opening the undead demiplane could very likely stimulate that necromancer saint to awaken prematurely, with unpredictable consequences.

But at this critical moment of life and death, he couldn't care less about anything else.

With his roar, space distorted violently, and several irregular black voids, radiating dense death energy and strange holy light, suddenly tore open in the sky above the battlefield.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The heavy, rhythmic sound of horses' hooves echoed from the hollow, like the beating of drums. The next moment, hundreds of knights charged out like a tidal wave.

Clad in rusty yet sturdy black armor, and riding skeletal warhorses with ghostly blue flames burning in their eyes, they were clearly powerful death knights.

But strangely, each of these death knights had a faint yet real pure white halo floating above their heads.
The sacred atmosphere and the sense of decay of death were strangely intertwined.

They completely ignored Joan of Arc's purifying holy light that permeated the battlefield, treating it as nothing, and launched a mass death charge towards Joan of Arc with a silent roar.

"Holy crap, a light-attribute undead?! What the hell is this?!"

Ma Xiaotao couldn't help but swear, rubbed her eyes, and almost thought she was hallucinating.

Undead creatures are naturally restrained by light; this is an ironclad law of the universe. The scene before her eyes completely overturned her understanding.

Moreover, following closely behind the Death Knight, several even larger bone dragons, their bones shimmering with a glass-like luster and also crowned with pure white halos, flapped their wings and crossed the plane.

They also showed strong resistance to Joan of Arc's holy light.

Thousands of mutated undead, along with the remaining forces of the Holy Spirit Cult and the Bu Liren legion left behind by Hu Lei, instantly surrounded the Shrek group like a tide of death.

They charged relentlessly, disregarding casualties, and for a time, their sheer numbers temporarily held back the Shrek Academy's powerful warriors.

(End of this chapter)