Chapter 347
Do you really think you've won?
Chapter 347 Do you really think you've won?
The countless ice crystal swords no longer attacked separately, but instead converged into a huge torrent of ice swords with a diameter of more than three meters. The tip of the torrent was extremely condensed, spinning and tearing through the air, aiming straight for Bibi Dong's exposed abdomen!
With Wang Qiu'er's heavy punches coming from the front and Xue Qinglan's ice sword torrent killing blows from the side, Bibi Dong is in dire straits!
"You...forced me to do this!" A venomous scream rang out from the true form of the Soul-Devouring Spider Queen, emanating from Bibi Dong. "Rakshasa Domain!"
The Rakshasa Domain beneath her suddenly surged! A third of the vengeful spirit phantoms within the domain self-destructed, transforming into the purest deathly resentment that surged into her true form! Her injuries instantly healed, her shattered spider legs regenerated, and her aura rose instead of falling!
"Ninth Soul Skill! Immortality!"
The 100,000-year-old red soul ring erupted with an eerie blood-red light once again! But this time, the blood-red light was mixed with a distinct grayish hue. Although Bibi Dong's aura had recovered, her face was paler, and the purple-black flames in her eyes had dimmed slightly.
She withstood the impact of the torrent of ice swords, her true form was blasted hundreds of meters away, and most of her abdominal shell was shattered, but it quickly healed under the effect of her immortality.
Wang Qiu'er and Xue Qinglan exchanged a glance, both seeing certainty in each other's eyes.
“Her immortality is not invincible,” Wang Qiu’er transmitted her voice. “Every time she uses it, her aura becomes disordered for a moment, and her complexion worsens. Moreover, she just sacrificed a portion of her domain power.”
"She's putting on a brave face," Xue Qinglan analyzed calmly. "Using such a heaven-defying soul skill continuously must be incredibly taxing. Next time, she definitely won't be able to recover to her full strength."
The two fell silent and simultaneously launched an even more ferocious attack.
Wang Qiu'er's body was enveloped in golden dragon power that burned like flames, and her ninth soul ring glowed with blood-red light once again. But this time, she did not fully unleash the Dragon Emperor's Judgment—that would consume too much energy.
Xue Qinglan began to maintain the absolute zero domain without regard to the cost, suppressing the expansion of the Rakshasa domain, while constantly harassing and delaying Bibi Dong's actions with ice-type soul skills.
"Boom! Bang! Sizzle—!"
In the sky, golden, blue, and purplish-black light clashed wildly. Wang Qiu'er was like a tireless fighting machine, her fists, feet, elbows, and knees—every part of her body—becoming the most lethal weapon. She fought in close combat, not giving Bibi Dong a chance to create distance and unleash her powerful soul skills.
Xue Qinglan precisely controlled the situation from a distance. Whenever Bibi Dong tried to break free from Wang Qiu'er, ice walls, ice locks, and ice spikes would appear at just the right moment, forcing her back into the battle.
Bibi Dong grew increasingly alarmed and frustrated as the fight progressed. Despite possessing peak level 98 soul power and the regenerative abilities of an immortal body, she was completely overwhelmed by these two well-coordinated and tactically sound opponents. Wang Qiu'er's close-quarters combat was terrifying; the Golden Dragon's strength and defense were monstrous. Her spider-leg attacks had limited effect, while every punch from the Golden Dragon caused her to tremble violently. Xue Qinglan's control was also relentless, preventing Bibi Dong from utilizing her domain and ranged advantages.
"Damn it...damn it!" Bibi Dong roared inwardly. She could feel the effects of her immortality waning. Two consecutive rebirths, especially the second one which involved sacrificing a portion of her domain's essence, had taken a heavy toll on her. Although the divine power brought by the Rakshasa God's Trial was formidable, it was not inexhaustible.
Finally, after Wang Qiu'er shattered three of her spider legs with a single punch and Xue Qinglan's ice spike pierced her abdomen, Bibi Dong's aura suddenly plummeted.
"puff--!"
She coughed up a mouthful of purplish-black blood, mixed with fragments of internal organs. Her true form could no longer be maintained and collapsed and dissipated. She reverted to human form, fell from the sky, and crashed to the ground in a sorry state, rolling more than ten meters before coming to a stop.
This time, she did not stand up immediately.
Wang Qiu'er and Xue Qinglan landed back on the ground, blocking her retreat on the left and right. The two women were also breathing heavily. The continuous high-intensity combat had taken its toll on them, but their condition was clearly much better than Bibi Dong's.
Bibi Dong struggled to prop herself up, her papal robes tattered once more, revealing a bowl-sized through wound on her chest. The edges of the wound were intertwined with golden light and frost, preventing it from healing.
Her face was ashen, the purple-black flames in her eyes were so faint they were almost extinguished, and her aura was extremely weak.
She looked up at Ling Han, who had been calmly watching the battle from a distance, and a twisted smile appeared on her lips.
"Ling Han... do you really think... you've won?"
Ling Han walked slowly over and stopped five meters in front of Bibi Dong, looking down at her with calm and unwavering eyes.
"What other cards do you have up your sleeve? Why don't you bring them all out?" His voice was unreadable.
Bibi Dong coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, then burst into maniacal laughter: "A trump card? Of course I have one! I am the Pope! I am the successor of the Rakshasa God! Did you think... I wouldn't be prepared?!"
(End of this chapter)