Chapter 732
Ren Xue
"This is finally getting interesting." Bibi Dong licked her lips, and the phantom of the Rakshasa God behind her solidified completely, transforming into a three-headed, six-armed Asura. The aura of death spread like a tsunami, and monsters fell in droves wherever it passed.
"Wind, heed my call." Dai Chengfeng raised his longsword high above his head, and the sky—that dark red, lumpy sky—began to gather azure winds. It wasn't the power of this world, but pure wind elements he had summoned from the outside. They laboriously converged in the realm of the abyss, forming a tornado connecting heaven and earth.
Ares did not speak.
He simply charged, slaughtered, charged again, and slaughtered again. His bone blades were dulled, and two tentacles were severed, but he didn't care. Thirteen thousand years of imprisonment, thirteen thousand years of madness, thirteen thousand years of waiting—finally, at this moment, they found meaning. Even as his sanity faded and his body mutated, Ares, the God of War, once again fought for what he protected.
Tang Wulin did not stop.
He rushed toward the second tumor.
This time, the tumor was even more heavily guarded. Three abyss lords, equivalent to first-level deities, emerged from the tumor—though incomplete, their power far surpassed any of the previous monsters.
A lord is a pure energy entity that constantly changes form and is immune to most physical attacks.
A lord is a flesh and blood giant as large as a mountain, whose every punch can shatter the earth.
A lord is a collection of vengeful spirits stitched together from countless souls, and every shriek can shake the very soul.
Tang Wulin was surrounded.
But he smiled.
Those were excited smiles, the joy of warriors facing powerful enemies, the triumphant instinct flowing in the blood of the dragon race.
"bring it on."
He charged forward, his target the mere lord.
The energy lord materialized into a giant net, attempting to envelop and devour him. But Tang Wulin neither dodged nor evaded, directly crashing into it. The moment he entered the energy body, the Golden Dragon King bloodline activated at full power, beginning to absorb and assimilate the abyssal energy from within.
"What...what are you doing?!" The energy lord was horrified to discover that his power was being drained in the opposite direction.
"The Golden Dragon King's greatest skill is devouring," Tang Wulin said in his energy body, his voice somewhat muffled but firm. "Why do you think I was able to grow so fast before the sixteenth seal? Because I devoured countless energies, including the energy of the abyss."
"Do not--!"
The energy lord tried to separate, but it was too late. A black hole seemed to exist within Tang Wulin's body, frantically devouring all the surrounding energy. In just three breaths, the energy lord's consciousness dissipated, all its energy absorbed and transformed by Tang Wulin, becoming part of his power.
The flesh-and-blood giant lord slammed down with a punch.
Tang Wulin raised his hand and took the hit head-on.
"boom!"
The shockwave ripped away scorched earth hundreds of meters, and Tang Wulin's feet sank into the ground up to his knees, but he caught himself. The power of the Golden Dragon King roared within him, and with a low growl, he exerted force in his arms, actually pushing the fist of the Flesh Giant Lord back.
The flesh giant lord staggered backward, and Tang Wulin seized the opportunity to leap up, thrusting the Golden Dragon Spear toward its head.
But the lord of the collective spirits stood in the way.
It let out a piercing shriek, a shriek that directly attacked the soul. Tang Wulin's movements froze, the wails of countless vengeful spirits echoing in his mind. They were souls swallowed by the abyss, in pain, screaming, pleading for release, and tempting him to join them.
"roll."
Tang Wulin only said one word.
The Dragon God's wings suddenly unfurled, the golden wings on the left casting a warm glow, while the dark red wings on the right released waves of destruction. The forces of creation and destruction intertwined, forming a peculiar resonance. The wails of the vengeful spirits gradually weakened and dissipated in the resonance; their souls were purified, or rather, utterly ended. The core of the vengeful spirit lord was revealed.
It was a beating heart, enveloped by countless vengeful spirits.
Tang Wulin thrust his spear forward, piercing the heart.
"Thank you..." Before his heart shattered, a thought of relief lingered.
The flesh-and-blood giant lord let out a desperate roar; it knew it was doomed. But instead of fleeing, it burned with all its might and lunged at Tang Wulin, intending to self-destruct.
Tang Wulin did not give it a chance.
With a flap of his dragon wings, he appeared behind the flesh and blood giant lord. The golden dragon spear pierced through his back and emerged from his chest. The power of the Golden Dragon King erupted within him, tearing him to shreds from the inside.
The second tumor ruptured.
Then came the third, the fourth, the fifth...
Tang Wulin was like a tireless killing machine, rampaging across the battlefield. The power of the Golden Dragon King's seventeenth seal granted him combat strength approaching that of a God-King. Although the duration was limited, he was invincible during that time.
Qian Renxue, Bibi Dong, Dai Chengfeng, and Ares cleared away the miscellaneous soldiers and flanked the attacks, allowing him to focus on destroying the tumor.
When the sixth tumor shattered, the number of monsters decreased significantly.
Their regeneration rate slowed, and newly born monsters became weaker. The Abyss's power in this area was greatly reduced, and even the dark red sky seemed to brighten.
But Tang Wulin had also reached his limit.
The power of the seventeenth seal began to backfire.
Each heartbeat felt like a hammer blow to his chest, his blood surged through his veins like lava, and the signs of his dragonification became increasingly apparent—dragon scales began to appear on his cheeks, his fingers turned into sharp claws, and his reason was like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.
"Two more to go." He gasped, looking at the seventh tumor in the distance.
"Wu Lin, stop!" Qian Renxue flew to his side and pressed down on his shoulder. "Your body can't take it anymore!"
"I can still..." Tang Wulin tried to break free, but his body went limp and he almost knelt down. Qian Renxue quickly supported him.
"Enough." Bibi Dong also came to his side, her aura of death enveloping him, attempting to suppress the rampage of the Golden Dragon King's power. "You have destroyed six tumors, weakening the abyssal power of this area by 60%. Leave the rest to us."
“But time…” Tang Wulin looked in the direction of the Tree of Life.
Isis's consciousness was growing weaker and weaker.
He could feel that the warm light was being swallowed by darkness, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment. Once Isis's consciousness completely dissipated, the Tree of Life would be completely corrupted by the Abyss, and then the Children of the Abyss would be born from those embryos in the canopy, with unimaginable consequences.
"I come."
Ares stepped forward.
He is in very poor condition.
Only three tentacles remained, and the bone blades were riddled with cracks. Even worse, the mutation of his body intensified—the "blood vessels" beneath his skin had almost entirely turned dark red, and eye-like protrusions covered half his body, even beginning to rotate and blink. His mind was being eroded by the abyss.
"Ares, you..." Tang Wulin started to say something. (End of Chapter)