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Watching Zi Huo rampage through his forces, Han Feng could hardly contain his frustration. As the Black Alliance leader, losing his key subordinates would an losing his place in the Black-Corner Region entirely.
Glaring coldly at Mo Yu, Han Feng's hand trembled with surging dou qi. The terrifying energy fluctuations emanating from it grew ever more intense, signaling the brewing of an extraordinarily powerful attack.
"Damn you, Yuan Manor! Damn you, Mo Yu! Go to hell!"
Mo Yu, sensing the rapidly escalating energy, calmly clenched his hand, summoning a torrent of purple-gold energy. In a flash, the Divine Might Black Thunder Spear appeared in his grasp, its aura dominating the surroundings.
Taking a deep breath, 'Mo Yu' activated the power of his bloodline, his veins surging with vitality. The purple-gold energy flowed ceaselessly into the spear, its black shaft gradually transforming into a brilliant purple-gold hue. As the energy coursed through it, the spear's strength climbed to dizzying heights.
When the infusion reached its peak, the transformation ceased. The once-ordinary weapon now resembled a stunning purple-gold artifact, radiating a fearso energy that distorted the surrounding space.
Gripping the spear tightly, Mo Yu raised his gaze to the distant Han Feng. By now, the blinding light of Han Feng's energy sphere resembled a miniature sun, its brilliance almost unbearable to behold.
"No matter who you are, Mo Yu, today you die!"
With a crazed laugh and ferocious snarl, Han Feng hurled the radiant energy sphere.
"Radiant Seal!"
The attack tore through the air, its blazing trail leaving a searing afterimage. Within the beam, a massive handprint faintly erged, descending like a falling sun with a terrifying and oppressive aura.
"Purple-Gold Serpent Pierce!"
In response, Mo Yu raised the Divine Might Black Thunder Spear above his head, then thrust it downward with all his might. A titanic purple-gold spear light, over ten zhang in length, erupted from its tip. The energy ford into the shape of a gargantuan python, tearing through the heavens with an earth-shattering montum.
The two devastating attacks collided in midair, like teors crashing together, sending shockwaves across the battlefield.
"Boom!"
The instant they t, a deafening thunderclap reverberated across the Northern Desert Plain. The collision unleashed energy ripples akin to tidal waves in a stormy sea, engulfing the surroundings in chaos.
For a mont, the world seed to pause. The sky turned dim as the surging energy waves blotted out the sun, shrouding the battlefield in shadow.
The energy storm raged for nearly ten minutes before gradually subsiding. Both sides of the battle had instinctively paused, their faces filled with shock as they stared at the aftermath of the clash.
Such destructive power was rare, even in fights between Dou Zong experts!
As the energy dissipated, the silhouettes of Mo Yu and Han Feng erged from the chaos. Han Feng appeared disheveled, his breathing labored but largely unscathed. Mo Yu, however, was visibly worse off—his face pale, his aura significantly weakened.
The outco of the clash was clear: Han Feng held the upper hand.
"Hahaha! Mo Yu, it seems your so-called trump cards aren't as formidable as your arrogance. Already drained of power? Looks like I've overestimated you!" Han Feng sneered, his laughter brimming with disdain as he mocked Mo Yu's weakened state.
But Mo Yu, his expression calm, responded indifferently, "Isn't it a bit early to celebrate?"
Han Feng's ridicule turned into a scornful chuckle. He could clearly sense Mo Yu's dwindling aura and was confident the battle was nearing its conclusion.
However, Han Feng's smirk froze when Mo Yu made his next move.
From a distance, Mo Yu raised his hand, summoning a peculiar red fruit emitting a faint fragrance.
Han Feng's expression shifted. Recognizing the item, his eyes filled with alarm. "No!"
As a peak sixth-grade alchemist, Han Feng instantly identified the Emperor Origin Blood Essence Fruit and understood its imnse value.
Though not well-known, the fruit was a priceless treasure for those with potent bloodlines, capable of drastically enhancing their power. And the soul entity within Mo Yu, possessing a rare and formidable bloodline, would gain unimaginable strength upon consuming it.
Without hesitation, Han Feng channeled his dou qi, desperate to interrupt Mo Yu's actions. But before he could act, a viscous purple-gold liquid erged from Mo Yu's body, enveloping the fruit and absorbing it in an instant.
As the fruit's power fused with Mo Yu, the liquid returned to his body, unleashing a surge of unfathomable energy.
An overwhelmingly cold and oppressive aura burst forth, surpassing the might of most ordinary Dou Zong experts. This newfound strength rivaled even the infamous Elder Ying Shan.
The oppressive aura silenced the battlefield. Fighters from both sides froze, their gazes turning toward Mo Yu in shock and awe.
"This... this is the legendary bloodline of the Seven-Winged Purple-Gold Serpent. Comparable to the Seven-Colored Heaven Swallowing Python of myth," muttered Cai Lin, her battle montarily forgotten. Her enchanting eyes fixated on the youth radiating purple-gold energy, her lips trembling as she whispered, "What terrifying power..."
"Heh, Han Feng, is it? Just a re ant who has barely stepped into the Dou Zong realm. Today, I'll show you what it ans to have soone beyond the heavens, a person stronger than you."
Having consud the Emperor Origin Blood Essence Fruit, Mo Yu's eyes now radiated a rich purple-gold hue. His aura, far more terrifying than before, surged as he muttered coldly to himself, a sinister smile curling on his lips.
The next mont, from within Mo Yu's wide sleeves, a faint purple-gold light erged. In a flash, it shot out, forming into a palm-sized, flawless purple-gold energy serpent, which hovered silently above his palm.
Though the serpent was no larger than a hand, Han Feng's pupils constricted sharply at the sight!
With his spiritual strength surpassing even Mo Yu's, Han Feng could clearly sense the horrifying energy concealed within the small serpent. It was far more dreadful than the massive serpent spear that had previously stretched across the sky!
Tossing the purple-gold energy serpent lightly in his hand, Mo Yu raised his gaze toward the distant Han Feng, whose expression had darkened. With a cold chuckle, Mo Yu flicked his finger, sending the energy serpent floating forward.
As the purple-gold energy serpent left his hand, it began to swell rapidly in the wind. In just a blink of an eye, it expanded from its palm-sized form into a three-zhang-long behemoth. A cold and terrifying purple-gold energy pulsated along its form, transforming it into sothing akin to a fearso dragon or a colossal serpent, brimming with devastating power!
The imnse energy contained within the Purple-Gold Serpent caused the surrounding space to tremble violently. Tiny, pitch-black cracks spread like spiderwebs across the air.
This Purple-Gold Serpent possessed power capable of tearing space apart!
Watching the tiny black fissures erging around the serpent as it coiled, Han Feng's pupils contracted further. Even he felt a flicker of unease in the face of such destructive power. If that strike landed, not even he would escape unscathed—death would be certain!
"Damn it!"
Gritting his teeth, Han Feng dared not hesitate. A low roar erupted from his throat as deep blue flas surged ceaselessly from within him, forming a massive sea of fire spanning seven to eight zhang.
Han Feng stood at the center of the fire sea, its flas churning and roaring like waves crashing against cliffs, producing thunderous booms that struck fear into those who heard them.
The deep blue fire sea burned with intense heat, blanketing the sky. Stronger individuals in the vicinity could barely hold their ground, while weaker ones were drenched in sweat, with so collapsing outright from the oppressive heat.
"Go!"
With icy golden eyes fixed on Han Feng's fire sea, Mo Yu flicked his finger once more. The massive energy serpent coiled slightly, then shot forward, its motion producing a shrill sound that pierced the air.
The Purple-Gold Serpent surged forth like a deadly predator, exuding a chilling aura that seed to swallow the sky as it raced toward Han Feng's deep blue sea of flas.
"Sea Heart Phantom Beast!"
Facing the incoming terror, Han Feng's expression grew solemn. Without any delay, he perford a series of hand seals, a low shout bursting from his throat. Instantly, the fire sea churned violently as flas spiraled upward. Monts later, they condensed into a massive, deep blue beast!
The beast's appearance caused Han Feng's face to pale slightly. Clearly, forming this entity consud a significant amount of Dou Qi.
The creature was massive, matching the Purple-Gold Serpent in size. Its form resembled that of a lion, but with a large scorpion tail extending behind it. Atop its head, a deep blue horn glowed faintly, its occasional flickers creating slight spatial distortions.
Despite the nacing fire beast, Mo Yu's expression remained unchanged. Locked onto its target, the Purple-Gold Serpent advanced without hesitation, vanishing and reappearing in quick flashes as it closed the gap to Han Feng.
The terrifying energy from the serpent caused even the expansive fire sea to ripple faintly.
"Go!"
With a grim expression, Han Feng adjusted his hand seals and shouted. The massive flaming lion beast roared thunderously, its cry echoing like thunderclaps. Without hesitation, it charged toward the Purple-Gold Serpent, its colossal form barreling forward like an unstoppable tank.
In an instant, the two titanic forces collided, their contact erupting with a violent burst of energy.
Purple-Gold Serpent vs. Deep Blue Fire Lion!
"Boom!"
The mont the two forces t, the entire world seed to pause. Then, with a deafening explosion, energy waves erupted wildly, filling the sky with dazzling colors as if the heavens themselves were shattering.
The energy waves surged outward, and the clash's center transford into a vast, void-like space. Countless onlookers watched in awe, their expressions frozen in shock at the sheer destruction unfolding before their eyes.
The terrifying energy waves unleashed by the collision between the Purple-Gold Serpent and the deep blue fire lion filled the air with dread. If even a fragnt of that energy struck their bodies, it would likely result in instant obliteration.
"Boom!"
The brief silence was shattered as a cataclysmic energy storm erupted from the point of impact, spreading outward like a hurricane!
The storm's destructive reach extended for hundreds of ters, forcing the battling experts in the sky to scatter frantically in all directions.
They knew all too well that being caught in that storm, even with their strength, would leave them gravely injured, if not outright dead.
Amidst the chaos, just when everyone thought the battle had reached a deadlock, Mo Yu's lips curled into a chilling smile. Suddenly, the Purple-Gold Serpent emitted a blinding radiance, and an even more frigid and terrifying aura burst forth!
The Purple-Gold Serpent's power spiked unexpectedly, catching everyone off guard—Han Feng included.
In re monts, the serpent's glowing form forced the deep blue fire lion into a continuous retreat. Then, with a resounding bang, the fire lion disintegrated entirely.
Having vanquished the blue fire lion, the Purple-Gold Serpent did not stop. Its cold, serpentine eyes locked onto Han Feng, and with an earth-shaking gust of energy, it lunged at him!
Seeing the serpent hurtling toward him, Han Feng felt a bone-chilling fear well up within him. A sharp sense of imminent death surged in his heart.
At that mont, he suddenly rembered his hidden trump card. Yet, recalling the steep price for seeking help, a trace of hesitation flickered across his face.
But as the Purple-Gold Serpent closed in, leaving him no room for escape, his survival instincts took over. Han Feng's expression darkened, and he shouted toward the sky above.
"Honored Elder, save !"
The abrupt cry left the onlookers stunned. Honored Elder? Who was that?
As confusion spread, many assud Han Feng had gone mad. But then, a soft chuckle echoed across the vast Northern Desert Plains.
"Heh, the bloodline aura of the Seven-Winged Purple-Gold Serpent. It seems Han Feng wasn't lying after all. A Dou Zun-level soul body truly exists here in the Black-Corner Region—and it's none other than the infamous She Zun-Zhe!"
As Han Feng's desperate plea faded, faint ripples erged in the void above. Monts later, a figure cloaked entirely in black robes slowly stepped out from the distorted space.
The black-robed figure's sudden and eerie appearance drew everyone's attention. His gaze landed on the Purple-Gold Serpent, revealing a hint of interest. With a casual wave of his sleeve, an overwhelming force of Dou Qi tore through the void, effortlessly dispersing the serpent.
"Dou Zun? A mber of the Hall of Souls!"
Mo Yu's pupils narrowed slightly as he spoke coldly, his tone laced with hostility.
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