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The moment the dragon's breath entered his chest, the end came for more than four hundred Yin soldiers.

A dark red soul storm exploded inside the dragon's chest cavity, turning the sealed rib space into a strangulation furnace.

The concentration of the storm was more than three times that of the external jet. All the energy was reflected, superimposed, and reflected again by the bone wall, forming a spiraling vortex of annihilation.

The ghostly blue ethereal bodies of the Yin soldiers were stretched into thread-like strands in the vortex, like cotton wool being thrown into a blender.

A piercing, soul-wrenching cry pierced through the gaps in the ribs and carried over the basin.

On the panel, the red numbers were jumping wildly.

[Death of Ghost Soldiers x47...]

[Death of Ghost Soldiers x83...]

[Death of Ghost Soldiers x126...]

Chu Jiang's eye twitched.

Within three seconds, more than half of the four hundred ghost soldiers inside his chest cavity were killed.

A pale blue light seeped out from between the ribs, dissipating into the air like a candle flame extinguished by the wind.

The dragon did not stop.

The massive skeleton stopped struggling and twisting.

All joints are locked simultaneously, maintaining the position of the skull folded backward and the dragon's mouth aligned with the chest cavity, remaining completely still.

The dark red dragon breath gathering deep in his throat continued to flow in without interruption.

At the same moment, the bony tail seemed to lose control and swept across the basin, crashing into the black soil with a shrill whistle that tore through the air, carving out a trench more than ten meters deep.

Stone fragments and bone dust flew everywhere, sweeping through the kneeling undead on the periphery, scattering debris in all directions.

It does two completely contradictory things at the same time: precisely clearing out the intruders inside the chest cavity, while indiscriminately destroying everything around it.

Chu Jiang crouched in the shadow of the rock wall, staring at the bone fire in the dragon's eye sockets.

wrong.

The frequency of the bone fire's pulse is too rigid.

From the moment the chest cavity exploded until now, the flickering rhythm of those two balls of ghostly blue bone fire has never changed.

Twice per second, with mechanical precision.

The fluctuations of a living being's soul could never be so stable when it is struggling to survive.

Chu Jiang's mind was racing.

The vision projected by the Book of Life and Death had not completely faded, and through the remaining dark gold runes, he saw a detail he had not noticed before.

The pulsating rhythm of the Dragon Soul Core was perfectly synchronized with the flashing frequency of the eye socket bone fire.

The same.

It's not a dragon driving the Dragon Soul Core.

It is the Dragon Soul Core that drives the dragon.

This thing has no independent consciousness.

The body was pieced together from the remains of seven demonic creatures, with a dragon soul core infused with twisted death energy serving as its heart, and dark red armor used to cover all the flaws and make it a whole.

It's just a puppet from beginning to end.

The other end of the line is somewhere he can't see.

Chu Jiang didn't have time to think about who that line was connected to.

Because the numbers on the panel are still falling.

The dragon's breath storm continues, and although the rate at which the remaining ghost soldiers perish has slowed, the overall trend remains unchanged.

At this rate, the ghost soldiers inside the chest cavity will be completely emptied in less than twenty seconds.

Even more deadly is the Dragon Soul Core.

The dark red sphere throbbed violently in the storm, its surface glowing even brighter.

It absorbs the remnants of the ghostly soldiers' souls scattered in the storm, nourishing itself in return.

If the physical ghost soldiers continue to waste time inside, not only will they be wiped out, but the Dragon Soul Core will also become stronger with each battle.

Wait until it has absorbed all these remnants of the soul before detonating it...

Chu Jiang closed his eyes.

one second.

Open your eyes.

"Disperse."

The eighty-seven remaining ghost soldiers inside the chest cavity received orders and simultaneously abandoned their human forms.

As the Soul-Hooking Spear slipped from his grasp, the azure ethereal body ceased to maintain its torso, limbs, and head, collapsing with a deafening roar and transforming into wisps of the purest ghostly soul mist.

Without a physical entity, there is no target to be strangled.

The dark red dragon breath storm was still swirling wildly inside his chest, but its target had changed from physical ghost soldiers to the all-pervasive mist.

The storm pierced through the fog, which was then dispersed and reassembled, like punching water.

Chu Jiang made a hand seal with his right hand, channeling his spiritual power to its limit.

At the same moment, the gates of hell opened wide.

The ghost soldiers stored inside the Gates of Hell were mobilized in batches, but they did not appear on the battlefield in physical form.

The moment it emerged from the pass, it was enveloped by Chu Jiang's spiritual power, which directly dispersed it into a mist, flowing into the dragon's chest cavity through the gaps in its ribs.

One hundred, two hundred, three hundred.

Chu Jiang's temples throbbed, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

The penetration path, concentration distribution, and angle at which each wisp of mist avoids the dragon's breath vortex are all controlled in real time by his mental power.

This is not about commanding a battle.

This is the person who simultaneously manipulates thousands of thin threads.

The ghostly mist, like mercury spilling onto the ground, seeped into the deepest part of the dragon's soul core, bit by bit, along the cracks in the bones inside the dragon's chest cavity caused by self-mutilation.

At the edge of the basin, a sudden change occurred.

The tens of thousands of kneeling spirits simultaneously raised their heads.

Within the empty eye sockets, the ghastly green soul flames all turned toward the center of the basin.

The skeleton began to emit a dense grinding sound, crackling and creaking.

Tens of thousands of skeletons trembled simultaneously, their sounds overlapping to form a deep hum that crashed back and forth over the basin.

They sensed that the core had been compromised.

Chu Jiang was not distracted.

All his mental energy was focused on infiltration.

Every inch the fog advances is a sawing motion.

The deathly aura layer surrounding the Dragon Soul Core had thinned considerably after being continuously weakened by the Yin Wind's corrosive power, but the remaining part had become even denser, like an iron shell compressed to its limit.

The ghostly mist collided with the deathly aura and was bounced away.

It crashes again, bounces again.

A faint smell of blood seeped into Chu Jiang's nostrils. His mental energy was nearing its limit, and the throbbing in his temples suddenly turned into a sharp pain.

But he didn't back down.

Clench your teeth and toughen up with your willpower.

The fog pressed down, an inch.

The death energy rebounded, retreating half an inch.

Press down another inch.

Retreat another half inch.

Net advance, half an inch.

呲——

A very faint cracking sound came from the surface of the Dragon Soul Core.

A crack.

It is as thin as a hair and almost invisible.

But in the remaining vision of the Book of Life and Death, the crack was as clear as a lightning bolt.

The pulsation frequency of the Dragon Soul Core suddenly became disordered.

The dragon's reaction was more intense than Chu Jiang had anticipated.

The skeleton, tens of meters long, suddenly expanded, all the bones stretched outward, and a series of cracking sounds came from the joints.

Death energy poured back into his chest cavity from all directions, gathering around the Dragon Soul Core, and its concentration soared to a level visible to the naked eye.

Dark red light shot out from the gaps in the ribs, turning the entire dragon into a dark red lantern.

Chu Jiang's pupils contracted sharply.

It's going to self-destruct.

It wasn't a localized release of dragon breath; it concentrated all the death energy onto the dragon soul core, detonating the entire skeleton.

With this energy density, everything within a radius of several hundred meters would be flattened.

He was also within the scope.

Chu Jiang did not retreat.

He stood up.

Pushing forward with both hands, the shadow explodes.

The last remaining ghost soldiers in the Gates of Hell were all drained in one go.

The moment all the ghostly soldiers emerged from the pass, they transformed into mist, coalescing into a solidified, dark blue cone of such density that it almost solidified.

His mental energy was completely depleted.

Chu Jiang's vision began to darken at the edges, but his hands remained as steady as iron.

The sharp cone followed the hair-thin crack—

To pierce.

Click.

The sound of shattering did not originate from a physical source.

It exploded on the level of the soul, spreading out from the center of the basin, penetrating the skeletons of every dead, penetrating the black rock walls, and penetrating the wilderness several kilometers away.

The Dragon Soul Core shattered.

The dark red light went out instantly, like a light bulb that had been unplugged.

All the death energy lost its source at the same moment, collapsing directly from a raging storm state into nothingness.

The dragon's skeleton froze at its maximum expansion position for half a second.

Then it collapsed.

The skeleton, tens of meters long, began to disintegrate from the skull at the highest point. Each bone broke, shattered, and turned into powder, collapsing from top to bottom like a tower whose foundation had been removed.

Bone meal filled the air, raining down on the black soil, on the gravel, and on Chu Jiang's shoulders.

White, fine, and silent.

Like a heavy snowfall.

At the edge of the basin, tens of thousands of dead bodies fell to the ground simultaneously.

There was no struggle, no screaming.

The skeletons scattered neatly, and the soul flames went out at the same time, like lanterns blown out from a mountain.

Deathly silence descended.

True deathly silence.

Chu Jiang stood on the edge of the basin where bone dust was flying everywhere, his knees trembling slightly, as the darkness at the edge of his vision slowly receded.

A prompt appears on the panel.

[Soul Harvest Successful! Obtained 1 Gold-Tier Skeleton Dragon Soul!]

[Experience Points +15000! Level Up: Lv.10 → Lv.13!]

A silver soul with golden light appeared before Chu Jiang.