Douluo Continent: The Eternal Order of the Azure Sky.

On the back of the giant dragon, dozens of figures were carried. As the distance closed, the spirit rings around each figure gradually appeared. Without exception, all of them had nine spirit rings fluttering about.

Titled Douluo. They are all Titled Douluo.

The colossal black dragon arrived above the battlefield first, its massive wings whipping up hurricanes that scattered rubble and dust from the ground. The Soul Masters on its back leaped down, each emanating a terrifyingly powerful aura.

This team, composed entirely of Title Douluos, also included ten Title Douluos from the Body Sect.

At this moment, the Shrek warriors who were struggling to hold on the city wall were all stunned.

The Body Sect. The State Religion of the Sun and Moon, the Holy Spirit Sect.

They were actually reinforcements?

It hasn't even been half a day! Even if they sent a message and set off immediately, they might not be able to get there this quickly.

But what shocked the Shrek Academy members the most at this moment was not the sudden appearance of the Holy Spirit Cult, but the fact that the purple-gold dragon coiled in the crimson-gold pillar of light could actually confront Di Tian head-on in his berserk state.

The soul beasts were also deeply shocked by this scene.

The Void Tower's attack reduced a third of its kind to ashes, and countless spirit rings still float in the air. Immediately afterward, the human youth actually held his own against Di Tian head-on. And now, dozens more human Title Douluos descended from the sky; this series of blows abruptly slowed the previously frenzied beast tide's offensive.

The vines of the Demon King no longer spread wildly into the city, but instead retreated back to the vicinity of the city wall. Bi Ji's emerald light only condensed into a faint emerald light shield above the heads of a few core ferocious beasts.

But there was one exception—Bear.

Xiong Jun was known for its fiery temper, and having roamed the Star Dou Great Forest for so many years, it hadn't been injured in ages. To be wounded in the very first exchange was an utter disgrace. It was one of the most arrogant of all spirit beasts, showing no respect to anyone except Di Tian.

Although Kong Deming was initially shocked by the terrifying destructive power of the Void Tower, he hesitated to unleash a second attack, which allowed it to gradually come to its senses.

Such a powerful attack must have cost humanity dearly, making it impossible for them to unleash it again! Otherwise, who would be foolish enough not to display their power in front of so many people?

After a brief hesitation, his cruel and warlike nature took over, and Xiong Jun went berserk again, unleashing his ferocity.

It roared to the sky, its dark golden fur standing on end. Its massive body shuddered in mid-air and unleashed another devastating Heaven-Tearing Claw!

Ten golden blades, each a thousand meters long, descended from the sky. Wherever the claws passed, ten black rifts were torn open in space, revealing endless dark void within. Although this Heaven-Tearing Claw attack was not as powerful as the one that had ripped through the city wall earlier, its spatial tearing force was no less than it had been; in fact, it was even more frenzied due to his rage.

Xianlin'er was the first to be affected.

She had just stood up from the collapsed ruins when she saw ten dark golden claw-like beams descending upon her. Before the claws even touched her, a terrifying spatial tearing force gripped her body like countless invisible hands, pulling her towards the claws.

The Azure Flame Dragon's proud decomposition power was laughable in front of the Dark Gold Terror Claw, and she floated up as if her neck was offered up for slaughter.

"Lin'er—!"

Qian Duoduo was held back by the Demon King and couldn't move, letting out a heart-wrenching roar.

It shimmered with golden light.

A small golden phoenix swiftly flew over and blocked the trajectory of the Sky-Tearing Claw.

Several explosions rang out in succession, spatial rifts tore open, and golden flames and golden blades collided in the air, creating a blinding white light. Yan Shaozhe, covered in blood, was sent flying backward.

The Sky-Tearing Claw had become noticeably dimmer under the constant erosion of the Bright Flame, but it still continued to attack with terrifying power.

This was a strike at the level of a Limit Douluo. In the original work, it was only after Qian Duoduo, a level 94 defensive titled Douluo, weakened by his nine soul skills and self-destructing martial soul, that Xian Lin'er, in her prime, managed to stop it.

At this moment, Yan Shaozhe alone blocked most of the enemy, which was enough to make him proud, but he was still far from being able to hold them off.

The Phoenix of Light let out a mournful cry and disintegrated abruptly under the impact of the remaining golden claw light. Yan Shaozhe's figure reappeared, his right arm bent at an unnatural angle. He spat out several mouthfuls of blood, his face as pale as paper, and he fell from the sky like a kite with a broken string, landing right next to Xian Lin'er.

The two exchanged a glance.

A single glance speaks volumes. Years of grudges and entanglements, countless memories of fighting side by side, unspoken words, and deep-seated emotions are all conveyed in this moment.

However, the residual power of the Sky-Tearing Claw was still closing in. Although the remaining golden blade had dimmed considerably, it was still enough to cut them both in half at the waist.

Xianlin'er closed her eyes.

Then, the expected sharpness did not come.

The flames of light, more vivid, brighter, and purer than Yan Shaozhe's phoenix of light, spread out like the warm sun of spring.

A giant, radiant phoenix stood firmly in front of him, its wings outstretched, protecting him and Xianlin'er behind it.

The remaining claws struck the wings of the Radiant Phoenix like moths to a flame, creating only a few ripples before vanishing without a trace.

"Child, don't be afraid."

Ye Xishui's long, bright red dress billowed as the wings of the radiant phoenix behind her spread out, turning half the sky a warm orange-red.

Yan Shaozhe stared blankly at that figure, his lips trembling violently, something welling up in his eyes.

"Grandma...Grandma..."

The flames of light suddenly surged at that moment.

Ye Xishui's figure transformed into a streak of light, rushing directly towards Xiong Jun. The flames of the Radiant Phoenix clung to the massive body of the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear like a malignant sore, the extreme burning sensation causing Xiong Jun to let out a painful roar. His proud dark gold fur quickly curled and charred under the scorching of the Radiant Flames, and his flesh sizzled as it burned.

The situation on the Demon King's side isn't much better.

Long Xiaoyao, in his dark holy dragon form, charged into the vine forest of the Demon King like a black lightning bolt. Wherever the dark dragon's breath passed, the incredibly tough demon vines corroded and withered. The Demon King's perpetually gloomy face showed a rare look of strain as he struggled to move, forced to withdraw more vines from the siege sequence for self-defense.

Meanwhile, on Brigitte's side, a blood-red figure was flashing and darting about at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, constantly inflicting new wounds on her.

In his blood-red Nine-Headed Bat King Martial Soul True Form state, Cain's speed had reached an unbelievable level. The Killing God Domain surged at the sharp edges of his giant wings, possessing a natural power to restrain living beings.

Brigitte's speed was not outstanding among strong individuals of the same level. Faced with the close-quarters combat of a speed-type strongman like Cain, she could only desperately try to fold her wings back.

Standing atop the ruins of the city wall, Old Song stared blankly at the figure so fast that even her Azure Shadow Divine Eagle's dynamic vision couldn't capture it. She could only vaguely discern the approximate location of the blood-red nine-headed bat king by the chaotic trails left by the turbulent wind elements around her.

For the first time, she felt that her title as the continent's number one agility-type Soul Master was somewhat undeserved...

Looking at the dark holy dragon and the light phoenix that each held up two parts of the sky in front of him, Yan Shaozhe suddenly felt an urge to cry.

Is the "dumpling-making" ending that I've secretly hoped for countless times in my midnight dreams finally about to arrive?

Xian Lin'er lay half-reclined amidst the rubble, struggling to lift her head. She looked at the Dark Holy Dragon Long Xiaoyao in the sky, then at the Radiant Phoenix Ye Xishui who was pinning Xiong Jun down, and finally back at Yan Shaozhe beside her, whose right arm was bent at an unnatural angle. She stared in disbelief, and after a long pause, managed to utter a single sentence:

Aren't you an orphan?

Yan Shaozhe coughed up a mouthful of saliva tinged with blood, but the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up slightly.

“Those are my grandparents.”

Even though he was the Sea God Pavilion Master with the lowest cultivation level in history, Yan Shaozhe would still unconsciously puff out his chest with pride whenever he thought of his Limit Douluo grandparents.

At this time, not all Holy Spirit Cult Soul Masters directly participated in the battle. Some of the weaker white-robed Soul Masters were rescuing the wounded and injured civilians, while others perfectly exemplified what it means to be a locust swarm...

After all, only a very small number of people like Xiong Jun were truly exceptional. The moment a third of the soul beast army was wiped out in an instant, the morale of this wave of beasts plummeted to its lowest point. That attack was simply too terrifying. In the sky, the blood-red soul rings left by the Crimson King and the Six-Winged Demon Tiger, as well as the soul bones that a hundred-thousand-year-old soul beast would inevitably produce, still floated there.

The more soul beasts died, the more panic spread. The soul beasts in front, terrified, turned and ran back. The soul beasts behind continued to charge forward. For the first time since the initial beast tide appeared, the soul beast army was in true chaos.

Soul beasts are inherently ferocious. If you block my path, I will drive you away, or even kill you.

Fear and panic threw the soul beasts into disarray, causing them to attack and trample each other. For a moment, they were completely out of control.

In the gaps left behind, countless spider-like all-terrain detection soul guides began to sweep across the area. Under Shi Xing's astonished gaze, a large number of soul rings rapidly disappeared. On those all-terrain self-propelled turrets, there seemed to be a magical attraction, rapidly absorbing the soul rings on the ground. Moreover, they specifically sought out purple and black soul rings to absorb, and even seemed to disregard thousand-year soul rings, picking and choosing among the soul beast corpses.

Hundreds of thousands of soul beasts have perished! And the number of corpses continues to rise. Even if high-level soul beasts only make up a tiny fraction, that still amounts to tens of thousands. Given the current performance of the soul ring storage devices, it's safe to say that the Sun Moon Empire's soul masters won't have to worry about the source of soul rings for at least the next ten years.

Chapter 383 Dragon Battle: The Holy Spirit Descends from the Nine Heavens to Save the World (Part Two)

As for why the spirit ring storage technology has advanced so rapidly all of a sudden... well, that has to do with the outstanding contributions of Xuan Ziwen, the chief researcher of Mingde Hall. He has basically not rested at all in the past few years...

With the addition of dozens of titled Douluo powerhouses from the Holy Spirit Cult, the battle situation was drastically reversed, but everyone knew that the war was far from over.

The real winner is the strongest.

It lies in—

Above the clouds.

The intense heat of the Corona's Breath finally dissipated, leaving only a lingering residual force.

The sky, which had been illuminated by the crimson-gold beam of light, darkened almost instantly, the dim light possessing a strange beauty. There was no oppression, but rather a sense of sublime elevation, as if the sky itself was holding its breath, awaiting something.

Two streaks of silver light flashed out from the dark clouds almost simultaneously.

The massive black dragon's body had vanished. As the smoke gathered, a slender figure slowly emerged. It was a middle-aged man dressed in black, with long, flowing hair, a stern face, and eyes like two bottomless ancient wells.

His left hand hung at his side, and a piece of fabric at the cuff was charred and rolled up, revealing a burn mark on his wrist that was slowly healing.

Opposite him, atop the head of the sacred dragon, Kong Tianxu stood with his hands behind his back. His purple-gold scales shone brightly even in the dim light, and the nine soul rings—eight red and one gold—behind him rotated slowly like halos.

The clouds beneath their feet were thousands of meters above the ground.

Even a titled Douluo-level expert cannot reach such a height.

Not only is the temperature extremely low here, but the air is also incredibly thin, and there are also strong gales. If an ordinary creature were to suddenly appear here, it would instantly be reduced to ashes and perish.

However, when Kong Tianxu and Di Tian appeared at this level at the same time, it looked as if they were on flat ground, without any change.

Moreover, when they appeared at the same time, even the distance between them was exactly the same as before.

Di Tian looked down at his black clothes, which were constantly being burned and then restored.

Although its soul power was reduced to half due to the series of battles, it showed no sign of being in a hurry, but instead appeared thoughtful.

How many years? One hundred thousand years? Two hundred thousand years?

How many years has it been since I've been injured?

With a single strike, this human injured him despite his full power.

The extreme fire and light contained in that attack were like a persistent leech, impossible to eradicate, and could only be suppressed in his left hand. If he were to reveal his true form as the Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King at this moment, he would see that the huge black dragon's body was covered with scales curled up under the scorching heat, and within the constantly eroding alien soul power, there was a very familiar way of soul power operating.

"You broke through to become a nine-ring titled Douluo through the method of soul power and soul core transformation?" Di Tian suddenly asked.

Kong Tianxu was somewhat surprised upon hearing this. He raised an eyebrow slightly, then readily admitted, "The Beast God has a good eye. Indeed."

Upon hearing this answer, a very subtle change appeared in Di Tian's eyes.

Soul power core transformation—this was once a supreme technique unique to the dragon race. In the ancient era when the dragon race dominated the continent, only the purest dragon descendants could, upon breaking through, utilize the clan's resources to transform all their soul power into a soul core structure, thereby gaining a total soul power and recovery speed far exceeding those of others at the same level.

With the demise of the dragon race, this method has been lost for countless millennia.

Surprisingly, a human being was actually able to accomplish this.

"It seems that the death of the auspicious beast was your doing."

Di Tian's voice became even calmer. His anger, having reached its peak, had subsided into tranquility, like the final, deathly silence before a volcanic eruption.

"In that case..."

As he spoke, a strange sight began to appear in the sky behind him—a sun and a moon rose simultaneously. The sun was black, and the moon was purple. The sun and moon converged, reflecting each other's brilliance.