Infinite terror invades all heavens

Primordial Fire Dragon Transformation!

Zhu Peng obtained the final form of the Sun Slaughtering God Strategy from the Immortal Gourd World, one of the highest inheritances of the Divine Sect and Demonic Sect. He refined the essence blood of the Primordial Fire Dragon and cultivated to the fifth level of clone fusion and the realm of eternal life. He used the new method of "My Simulated Path to Immortality" to build his foundation for the third stage, using himself to build his foundation and fuse with the essence blood of the Primordial Fire Dragon, finally achieving supernatural powers!

The dragon's head slowly lowered, its golden vertical pupils locking onto Arot.

"It's an honor that you can die in this form."

The moment the words left his mouth, the dragon moved.

There are no fancy moves, no complicated techniques, just the most primitive and direct attack!

The ten-meter-long dragon body left a crimson-gold afterimage in the air, moving so fast that Arot didn't even have time to react! Instinctively, he wanted to activate Mirror Shift, to disappear into the shadows, to transform into a bloodhound and scatter to escape...

But all of their abilities failed at this moment.

It wasn't that it was restrained, or that it was interfered with, but rather... that it was "prohibited".

This space has been forcibly locked down by something, including shadow and mirror-like abilities. All abilities below its level have been forcibly suppressed and sealed!

"Do not--!!!"

Arrot could only watch helplessly as the lava-like dragon claw rapidly enlarged in his field of vision.

"boom!!!!!"

The dragon claw pressed down on his body and slammed him hard into the ground!

The ground within a fifty-meter radius of the altar sank by half a meter from this attack! The shockwave spread in a ring, clearing away a large area of ​​the plague mist!

Arrot was nailed to the bottom of the pit, with 80% of his bones shattered and almost all of his internal organs ruptured. However, thanks to the tenacious vitality of his Darkin bloodline, he did not die immediately.

He coughed up blood, struggled to lift his head, and looked at the fire dragon hovering above the pit.

“Cough…cough cough…” Arot laughed bitterly, “We were all wrong…you’re not the summoner of those ghosts, are you…”

His gaze swept around—unbeknownst to him, the altar was now surrounded by black and gray vengeful spirits, forming an impenetrable barrier that blocked all escape routes.

“Although you’ve restricted my mirror teleportation and shadow movement…” Arrot continued, “the feeling and technique… are completely different from before…”

He stared intently into the fire dragon's eyes.

"Who exactly is he? He killed five of us... and he still hasn't shown himself..."

The dragon did not answer.

It simply raised its other dragon claw slowly.

Within the claw, pure Yang Flame and True Solar Fire intertwined and compressed, transforming into a fist-sized, yet terrifyingly powerful, crimson-gold fireball.

Inside the fireball, the faint phantom of an ancient fire dragon could be seen soaring.

"Why ask so many questions of a dying person?"

The dragon claw pressed down gently.

The fireball fell into the pit.

There was no explosion, no loud noise.

Only the ultimate light and the ultimate heat.

Arot's body melted away in the light like ice and snow, completely purified and evaporated from matter to energy, from flesh to soul, leaving not a speck of dust behind.

[Defeat one member of the Indian Team who unlocked the gene lock, obtain one B-level side quest, and receive 7000 reward points.]

The voice of the Supreme God rang in Zhu Peng's mind.

[The Indian team has lost one player, reducing their team battle score by one. The Indian team currently has a negative score of seven.]

At the same time, it also resonated in the minds of the Central Continent Team and all the surviving members of the Indian Continent Team.

The fire dragon roared to the sky, its voice shaking the surrounding wilderness.

Then, the crimson-gold light began to converge and shrink, and the ten-meter-long dragon body gradually shrank and reshaped in the light, eventually turning back into Zhu Peng's human form.

He landed lightly back on the ground, his Taoist robe still neat and new, without a single wrinkle. The poisonous dragon flew into his sleeve, affectionately nuzzled his wrist with its head, and then withdrew.

Zhu Peng patted non-existent dust off his sleeves, turned to look at Zheng Zha, and looked as if he wasn't the one who had just transformed into an ancient fire dragon and annihilated a powerful enemy with a single blow.

"gone."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the center of Cairo.

Zheng Zha stood there, watching Zhu Peng's retreating figure, his lips twitching a few times.

He looked down at his shamanic attire, then at the giant black banner in his hand, and finally at Zhu Peng's spotless Taoist robe...

“That looks good…” Zheng Zha muttered to himself, a hint of eagerness flashing in his eyes, “Maybe I can make something similar next time…”

He had already started brainstorming ideas, such as what cool form he would transform into, what special effects he would have when he made his entrance, and what lines he would say to make them cool enough...

However, these thoughts only lasted for a second before Zheng Zha forcibly suppressed them.

He looked up at the center of Cairo, where the phantom of the Demon Buddha had fully taken shape, plague mist enveloped the entire city, and the Pharaoh's dueling domain had begun to operate.

"Time to get to work."

Zheng Zha took a deep breath and slammed the giant black banner heavily into the ground.

His demeanor suddenly changed, transforming from his previous carefree and unrestrained nature into the cold and stern air of a warrior.

Blood begins to flow throughout the body, Qi accelerates its circulation in the meridians, and the cycle of the Xian Gua method quietly begins.

The second battle is about to begin.

Chapter 99 Gods and Demons Clash - Military Soul! Begging for Life!

(The order was wrong. By the time I realized I had already subscribed, the next chapter was actually chapter 98.)

Zhu Peng did not resist.

It didn't even make a move, just calmly watched the vortex engulf it.

Just before entering the vortex, he gently tossed the giant golden banner in his hand. The banner pole plunged into the ground, and the banner fluttered loudly under the pull of the suction.

The next moment, the world spun around.

When his vision returned to normal, Zhu Peng found himself standing on completely unfamiliar land.

The sky was an unchanging dark green, devoid of sun and stars, only a thick, impenetrable plague mist slowly flowing through it. The earth was scorched black, covered with cracks, from which yellowish-green pus occasionally oozed.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of formaldehyde mixed with rotting flesh, and faint, painful groans echoed in the air—the cries of all those who had perished from plague throughout history, frozen here as an eternal background sound.

Plague Cemetery.

Blackjack's Inherent Barrier, the core of his inner space.

Zhu Peng was currently standing in the center of this cemetery, atop a massive mound made of countless bones.

"Hahaha...hahahaha!!"

Maniacal laughter came from below the tomb.

Blackjack's figure slowly "emerged" from the bones.

His appearance was even more miserable than before. The bird-beak mask was completely shattered, revealing his hideous face; his black robe was tattered, and his exposed skin was covered with festering wounds caused by the backlash; even his left arm was unnaturally twisted, clearly indicating that he had been severely injured during the purification just now.

But his eyes burned with a mad flame.

"I knew it! Such an exaggerated ability must have consumed a lot of energy!" Blackjack stared intently at Zhu Peng atop the tomb, his voice trembling with excitement. "After unleashing that level of purification ability and attracting the attention of the will of heaven and earth... how much energy do you have left? One-tenth? Or half a tenth?"

He opened his arms as if embracing this land of death that belonged to him.

"And within my own realm, all the laws here are defined by me! Plague is my servant, disease is my weapon, and death is my authority!" Blackjack's tone grew increasingly fanatical. "What do you have to fight me with? Huh?!"

Zhu Peng did not answer.

He didn't even glance at Blackjack, but calmly looked around, surveying the distorted area.

Then, he did something that Blackjack couldn't understand at all.

Zhu Peng slowly took out a sphere from his pocket.

The sphere was only the size of an egg, and its entire surface had a translucent texture that seemed both real and unreal.

Inside the sphere, countless images are rapidly flowing and changing—

Some destitute refugees knelt on the cracked earth, digging through the soil with their withered hands, searching for grass roots and tree bark;

Outside the ruined village, old people, women, and children, armed with broken spear shafts and blood-stained stones, fought a desperate battle against the nomadic cavalry.

Countless emaciated farmers, on a moonlit night, picked up rusty knives and crude hammers, their eyes burning with a resolute light, and then fought their way out to a blood-red sunrise.

The images moved faster and faster, eventually settling on two words.

It's not words, but a concept, an obsession imprinted deep in the souls of countless people.

Begging for a living.

Zhu Peng stared at the sphere for a few seconds in silence.

He remembered what Chu Xuan had said when he handed this thing to him.

"This is a concept crystallization extracted from historical fragments through a deal with the Dragon Emperor, a military spirit formed using the power of the dynasty. It does not possess offensive power itself, but if you can find a suitable vessel to release the power contained within, its power will exceed your imagination."

Zhu Peng asked, "What medium?"

Chu Xuan adjusted his glasses and answered calmly, “For example, a banner that has gathered enough souls of the dead and is recognized by heaven and earth.”

Recalling this moment, Zhu Peng's lips curled into a very faint, self-deprecating smile.

“Military spirit, begging for life.” He murmured softly, as if savoring the heavy weight behind those two words. “No matter which world you’re in, Chu Xuan, you’re always so terrifying.”

He looked up at Black Jack, who was laughing maniacally below, and for the first time, a hint of pity appeared in his eyes.

“Although this is a one-time use item…” Zhu Peng murmured, “I really don’t dare to think about how many other deadly things you’re hiding.”

The words fell.

Zhu Peng clasped his five fingers together.

"Click".

The seemingly real sphere shattered.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no dazzling light.

Only countless tiny, milky-white specks of light, like willow catkins in spring, drifted out from the shattered sphere. These specks of light danced slowly in the air, as if they possessed a life of their own, converging towards the giant golden banner that Zhu Peng had planted in the ground below the tomb.

The moment the light touched the banner, the giant golden banner trembled violently!

The decorative patterns on the banner, which were originally just decorative, now seemed to be infused with life, flowing and reorganizing on their own. The patterns transformed into faces, more solid, more vivid, as if they were still alive.

There were old farmers with wrinkled faces, women with resolute eyes, and young boys who, though still young, gripped weapons tightly.

Every face was etched with the same obsession:

live.

Live on, no matter what.

Even if it means eating grass roots and tree bark, even if it means using flesh and blood to fight against iron hooves, even if it means carving a bloody path through desperate situations—

We must survive!

"Om-!!"

The golden banner burst forth with unprecedented light!

The light was not pure gold, but a dark gold mixed with blood, like a frozen sunset, or the color of dried blood that has settled over time.

The next moment, the giant banner exploded.

Tens of thousands of lights and shadows burst forth from the banner! These lights and shadows quickly condensed and shaped in the air, transforming into clear human figures.

They retained their appearance as they did when they were alive.

They wore tattered hemp clothing and carried crude weapons: rusty machetes, sharpened wooden spears, or even just sticks tied with stones. Their bodies were translucent, made of pure energy, but the flames burning in their eyes were more real and intense than any physical entity.

One hundred thousand lost souls.

Ten thousand beggars to survive.

They descended upon this inherent realm of plague and death, standing silently on the earth like a suddenly appearing, silent forest.

Zhu Peng stood atop the tomb mound, looking down at the ocean of obsession below.