hotmtlnovel Chapter 417 Di Tian Makes a Move?
Chapter 417 Di Tian Makes a Move?
Bibi Dong's spirit greeted Zi Ji.
The auras of the Death Spider King and the Hell Demon Dragon King collided in mid-air.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo continued their attack on Bi Ji, attempting to completely block her healing.
Dai Mubai, Zhao Wuji, and Tailong, three powerful undead, once again pounced on Xiong Jun.
The spirits of Ma Hongjun and Qin Ming clashed with the Crimson King, their Nether Phoenix Fire and Nether Wolf Fire colliding violently with the Crimson King's Hellfire in the forest. Flander's spirit hovered high in the sky, while his Four-Eyed Nether Eagle locked onto the Demon King, relentlessly severing vines with Rakshasa Death Aura. Liu Erlong's spirit transformed into a Demonic Dragon of Death Flames, roaring as it charged into the battlefield, its purplish-black flames engulfing half the forest.
The great war broke out completely.
The bear roared repeatedly, each claw tearing half of a spirit's body apart.
But the undead kept regenerating and lunging forward, forcefully halting its progress.
The Crimson King's three heads simultaneously spewed fire, suppressing the Nether Flames of Ma Hongjun's undead. However, Qin Ming's undead was extremely fast, constantly attacking its weaknesses from the side.
The Demon King manipulated countless vines in an attempt to purify the Rakshasa Formation, but the resentment of the beast souls that Tang San had devoured was too great. Every time the formation was destroyed, new death energy would replenish it.
Zi Ji and Bibi Dong's undead battle raged in the air, dragon wings sweeping across, spider king's poisonous blades slicing, and black and purple energy exploding continuously.
Biji was in the most dangerous position, where she had to defend herself from the attacks of Chrysanthemum Demon Douluo's undead while trying her best to heal Xiong Jun and the other ferocious beasts.
Tang San watched all this from afar, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.
The stronger these ferocious beasts were, the more excited he became.
Because every collision, every injury, and every burst of primal energy made him even more certain that as long as he devoured them, his Rakshasa Divine Armor would definitely be successfully condensed.
Tang San slowly raised the Rakshasa Demon Scythe.
His figure disappeared silently into the black mist.
The next moment, he appeared directly behind Brigitte.
Brigitte's expression changed drastically.
But she had already used up too much of her energy to save Xiong Jun.
Tang San's lips curled up.
"Let's start with you."
"Rakshasa, steal life."
The pale green scythe fell silently, aiming straight for the most abundant life essence behind Brigitte.
The pale green scythe fell silently, aiming straight for the most abundant life essence behind Brigitte.
In that instant, Brigitte's feathers seemed to freeze in the cold.
She felt death.
That was no ordinary blade, nor any common soul skill. The moment the Rakshasa Demon Scythe struck, the life essence within her body trembled uncontrollably, as if an invisible hand was trying to forcibly tear her core power from the depths of her soul.
"Princess!"
Xiong Jun roared, wanting to go back to help, but the spirits of Dai Mubai, Zhao Wuji, and Tailong had already pounced on them without regard for anything else.
Despite half of Dai Mubai's body being torn apart by Xiong Jun, the spirit of the dead still clung tightly to Xiong Jun's arm. Zhao Wuji's spirit, with its chest caved in and bones shattered, forcibly pressed down on Xiong Jun's shoulder with its Nether Armor Vajra Bear Martial Soul. Tailong's spirit, having had one arm severed, seemed completely oblivious to the pain, and slammed its other hand into Xiong Jun's knee.
They are not fighting.
It was more like he was using his undead body to hold off Xiong Jun.
Enraged, Xiong Jun unleashed a vicious attack with his dark gold claws.
puff!
Dai Mubai's ghostly body was torn in half at the waist.
One of Zhao Wuji's undead arms was severed.
The undead Talon was slammed into the ground by a claw, and its chest almost exploded.
But the next moment, a purplish-black death aura surged forth.
Those shattered bodies were forcibly pieced back together by the power of the Rakshasa.
There were no screams.
Without hesitation.
They did not back down.
They pounced on them again.
Xiong Jun finally truly realized how troublesome these undead puppets were.
It was smashed to pieces.
But it can't be killed.
It was torn to shreds.
But they didn't feel the pain.
As long as Tang San lives, and as long as the Rakshasa God's power remains, these spirits will rise again and again, like evil ghosts nailed to the world.
On the other hand, the Red King's situation was equally dire.
Its three heads simultaneously spewed flames, and the blazing crimson demonic fire clashed violently with the ghostly phoenix fire of Ma Hongjun's spirit.
Logically speaking, the Crimson King's origin is powerful and its flames are domineering; Ma Hongjun's undead spirit could not possibly surpass it in terms of flame level.
The problem is that Ma Hongjun's spirit doesn't care at all about being burned.
The Crimson King burned half of its body to charcoal with a burst of flame, but it still flapped its gray-green fire wings, passed through the sea of fire, and slammed into the Crimson King's chest.
Qin Ming's spirit transformed into a Netherworld Wolf, constantly darting through the blind spots of the Crimson King's three heads. It didn't confront the Crimson King head-on, only pouncing at crucial moments, using its Rakshasa death energy to tear at the Crimson King's wounds, but failing to inflict fundamental damage in one or two attacks.
But after many times, the wounds on the Crimson King's body began to be contaminated by the death energy.
"roar!"
The Crimson King roared repeatedly, its three heads howling simultaneously. With one claw, it pressed Qin Ming's spirit into the ground, while another head opened its mouth and spewed out a pillar of crimson fire, blasting Ma Hongjun's spirit hundreds of feet away.
But a moment later, Ma Hongjun's spirit rose again from the burning ruins.
The charred body was stitched together by death energy, and the gray-green phoenix flames reignited.
It raised its head, its empty eyes devoid of any emotion.
A chill finally rose in the heart of the Crimson King.
These things are not living beings.
There is no such thing as "victory" in fighting them. Unless you can destroy their very essence in one blow, they will rise again no matter how many times you knock them down.
The Demon King manipulated countless vines, which grew wildly from the ground in an attempt to destroy the Rakshasa Trapping God Formation.
Ancient vines, as thick as giant pythons, tore through the earth and coiled around the purplish-black array patterns.
However, the power of the Rakshasa had already invaded this land.
The moment the ancient vine touched the array pattern, it immediately turned black, rotted, and withered.
The Demon King said in a chilling voice:
"This formation has absorbed too much resentment from ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts; it cannot be confronted head-on with ordinary life force."
Its body was hidden among countless vines, forcibly activating its primordial power.
In an instant, a dark green, poisonous mist of life spread out.
The lands polluted by the Rakshasa's divine power were actually eroded by the King of Ten Thousand Demons using both poison and the essence of life, which forcibly suppressed a portion of the array patterns.
Before it could further expand its advantage, the Flander Undead swooped down from high above, its Four-Eyed Nether Eagle Martial Soul spreading its gray-black wings, its sharp claws tearing through the night sky and directly ripping apart large swathes of vines.
Immediately afterwards, Liu Erlong's spirit transformed into the Demonic Dragon of Death Flames, with purplish-black flames burning along the vines.
The Demon King had to divert his attention to deal with the situation.
In an instant, the outer edge of the core area of the Star Dou Great Forest had been completely transformed into a battlefield, with flames, spider silk, poisonous mist, death energy, dark gold claws, dragon might, and the power of the dead intertwined.
Ancient trees collapsed in large numbers.
The earth kept cracking.
Countless soul beasts fled deeper into the area, their eyes filled with terror.
This is no longer an ordinary soul master hunting soul beasts.
Instead, it was a direct attack by the Rakshasa Divine Court on the Star Dou Great Forest.
Behind Bi Ji, Tang San's Rakshasa Demon Scythe had already fallen.
At the critical moment, Zi Ji suddenly let out a dragon's roar.
She was originally engaged in a fierce battle with Bibi Dong's undead. Her dark purple dragon wings were entangled in spider silk, and her shoulder was also slashed by the Death Spider King's spear.
However, when she saw Tang San attack Bi Ji, she still forcibly unleashed the power of the Hell Dragon.
"Get out of here!"
With a sweep of her dragon tail, Zi Ji forced Bibi Dong's undead spirit back half a step.
Then, she opened her mouth and exhaled a breath of hellish dragon energy.
The purplish-black dragon flames tore through the air and headed straight for Tang San's back.
Tang San's eyes turned cold.
Instead of continuing his attack on Brigitte, he swung the Rakshasa Scythe in reverse.
"Rakshasa, Sever your soul."
The eerie green scythe-like light collided with the breath of the hellish dragon in mid-air.
boom!
Two terrifying energies exploded.
Brigitte took the opportunity to flap her wings and retreat, avoiding the fatal blow.
But just as she dodged, the Ghost Douluo spirit emerged from the shadows beneath her feet, and a black ghost claw viciously grabbed the base of her wing.
Brigitte let out a muffled groan, and a patch of black death energy immediately appeared on her emerald-like wings.
Chrysanthemum Douluo's undead blade followed closely behind, slicing several more cracks in her protective shield.
Bibi Dong's undead spirit pressed down again, and the combined pressure of the Death Spider Queen and the Soul-Devouring Spider Queen continuously corroded the life force around Biji.
Tang San watched this scene coldly.
"Bridget, who can you save?"
"You can't even protect yourself."
Brigitte did not answer. She simply gritted her teeth and released her life force, first expelling the death energy of the Rakshasa from her wings, and then continuing to heal the wounds of Xiong Jun and the other ferocious beasts.
A hint of annoyance flashed in Tang San's eyes.
"It's really in the way."
What he hated most was Brigitte's power.
treatment.
life.
recover.
This reminded him of Tang Chuan.
It also made him feel nauseous.
"Since you enjoy saving people so much..."
"Then I'll kill you until you can't be saved."
Tang San suddenly raised the Rakshasa Demon Scythe.
Rakshasa's territory expands.
Vast swirling black mist transformed into countless scythe-like shadows, sweeping out in all directions.
Those ten-thousand-year-old and thousand-year-old soul beasts that were fleeing were instantly caught up by the scythe shadow.
The soul beast's screams rang out again.
One by one, the beast souls were forcibly extracted, turning into grayish-white streams of light, which Tang San swallowed into his body.
Brigitte's face turned pale.
"Stop!"
Tang San sneered.
"You're begging me?"
"Then kneel down."
Xiong Jun completely went berserk.
"Tang San!!!"
Its eyes were bloodshot, its ferocious beastly essence was burning, and dark golden light burst forth wildly from its body.
The Rakshasa's chains snapped one by one.
Xiong Jun actually managed to tear open a corner of the God-Trapping Array with his terrifying power.
It raised both claws at the same time, and this time, the light that emerged from the dark gold claws was more terrifying than ever before, and the space was torn open by the claw tips with fine cracks.
The bear swept across with one claw.
The spirits of Dai Mubai, Zhao Wuji, and Tailong, who were blocking the way, were torn apart at the same time.
The three undead bodies exploded into a large amount of bone fragments and deathly aura in mid-air.
Immediately afterward, Xiong Jun charged straight at Tang San with his massive body without pausing.
"die!"
Tang San's eyes narrowed slightly.
Xiong Jun's attack has truly threatened him.
He raised the Rakshasa Scythe, and a ghostly green divine light erupted from it.
"Rakshasa Demon Scythe, God-Devouring Blade!"
A pale green crescent-shaped arc of light slashed out from the scythe blade.
The Dark Gold Terrorclaw clashed head-on with the Rakshasa Scythe.
boom--!
A terrifying shockwave swept across thousands of feet.
All the ancient trees in the surrounding area were uprooted.
The ground rolled up like waves.
Xiong Jun's massive body staggered back three steps, each step shattering the earth.
Tang San was also knocked back more than ten feet, his black robe fluttering, and his arm holding the Rakshasa Demon Scythe was slightly numb.
His face looked rather grim.
Xiong Jun's strength indeed exceeded his expectations.
If the Rakshasa Scythe hadn't been a divine artifact, he definitely wouldn't have been able to parry that attack so easily.
But soon, a smile appeared on Tang San's face again.
"it is good."
"The stronger the better."
"The stronger your origin, the more complete my divine equipment will be."
Xiong Jun looked down at his right paw.
A small crack was actually cut into the dark gold claw by the Rakshasa Demon Scythe.
Although it is not deep, it truly exists.
artifact.
The Rakshasa Demon Scythe in Tang San's hand possesses the power to harm the very essence of ferocious beasts.
Xiong Jun's expression became extremely serious.
Tang San was already troublesome enough, but then there was the divine artifact Rakshasa Demon Scythe, and those undead puppets that felt no pain, were unafraid of death, and could constantly regenerate.
These ferocious beasts alone have actually begun to put them at a disadvantage.
The great war continued to rage.
Xiong Jun tore the spirits apart time and time again.
The Crimson King repeatedly burned the bodies of Ma Hongjun and Qin Ming's spirits.
Zi Ji's dragon claw pierced through Bibi Dong's undead chest.
The Demon King's vines tore the spirit of Flander to pieces.
But each time, the black mist would surge again.
The remains of those dead were dragged back by the power of the Rakshasa, pieced back together, and stood up again.
But the ferocious beasts will get injured, bleed, and expend energy.
Although Brigitte's healing abilities are powerful, she cannot attend to everyone at the same time.
Moreover, she herself was being constantly suppressed by Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, and Bibi Dong.
The situation is tilting little by little.
Tang San stood on high ground, his gaze cold and detached.
He was like a patient hunter.
Let the undead consume these ferocious beasts.
He would wait until their strength was exhausted before personally harvesting them.
"Mr. Bear."
"Red King."
"Purple Princess".
"King of Ten Thousand Demons"
"Beauty".
Tang San read out their names one by one, his eyes growing increasingly greedy.
"You will all become nourishment for my godhood."
"Once I assemble the Rakshasa Divine Armor, no one on this continent will be able to stop me."
The voice just fell.
In the deepest part of the Starry Sky Forest, suddenly all was quiet.
It's not that the wind has stopped, nor that the battle has stopped.
Rather, it was some kind of higher-level pressure that instantly overwhelmed the entire battlefield.
Xiong Jun, Bi Ji, Chi Wang, Zi Ji, and Wan Yao Wang raised their heads almost simultaneously.
A glimmer of hope finally appeared in their eyes.
The smile on Tang San's face froze slightly at that moment.
Because he sensed a presence.
An ancient, heavy, and majestic aura, as if emanating from the very end of the ancient dragon race.
The next moment, a deep voice came from the deepest part of the forest.
"Humans".
You've crossed the line.
The moment the sound fell, the entire Starry Sky Forest seemed to bow down.
The black mist was torn apart by the invisible dragon's might.
Dark clouds rolled across the sky.
A massive, jet-black dragon shadow slowly rose from the depths of the forest.
The dragon's shadow blotted out the sky and the moon; when its wings were spread, it seemed to cover half the night sky.
The golden dragon eyes opened in the darkness.
Cold, majestic, and ancient.
Emperor Tian.
Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King.
The true ruler of the Star Dou Great Forest.
Tang San looked up at the dragon shadow, his eyes showing not fear but a more intense greed, and said in a deep voice, "Di Tian, you've finally come out."
"Originally, I was planning to devour Xiong Jun and the others before going to find you."
"I didn't expect you to arrive first." (End of Chapter)