bookbashuk Chapter 431 Tang 3's Soul is About to Shatter
Chapter 431 Tang 3's Soul is About to Shatter
At the same time, the Crimson King's three heads simultaneously spewed out hellfire, and the Purple Princess's Hellfire Dragon Wings unfolded, sealing off the western sky.
The Demon King took root in the earth, and countless vines intertwined with the Blue Silver Emperor, forming another layer of plant cage.
Although Brigitte stood at the rear, she released a life-giving radiance, ready to stabilize everyone's injuries at any time, while purifying the Rakshasa death energy dissipating from the battlefield.
On the Spirit Empire's side, the Golden Crocodile Douluo and other elders also stopped fighting the ferocious beasts and turned around to stare at Tang San.
Golden Crocodile Douluo's face was icy cold.
"Tang San, you slaughtered the cities in the rear of my Spirit Empire and killed my soldiers and civilians."
"This score should be settled today."
The Azure Phoenix Douluo, Lion Douluo, Light Feather Douluo, Thousand Jun, Demon Subduing, and other guardians scattered and occupied different positions. They had just been fighting with the ferocious beasts, but at this moment, everyone and all the ferocious beasts turned their attention to the same target—Tang San.
The entire battlefield fell silent for a moment.
The next moment, the seventeen undead titled Douluo regrouped from the black mist and surrounded Tang San.
Tang Xiao's spirit, wielding the Haotian Hammer, stood at the very front.
Bibi Dong's phantom image of the Twin Spider Queens of the Dead unfolds.
Xiao Wu's ghost stood empty beside Tang San.
These spirits have no emotions, no fear.
But Tang San himself felt for the first time what it was like to be hunted. He looked around.
The sun in the sky is truly blazing.
Underground, the Blue Silver Emperor.
Directly ahead, Tangchuan.
On the left, Qianrenxue.
On the right, Di Tian.
All around, there were ferocious beasts and the enshrined spirits of the Spirit Hall.
Even the Rakshasa Space was suppressed by the Trident of Poseidon and the True Fire of the Sun, leaving him with absolutely no way out.
Tang San's face was extremely gloomy, and his fingers tightened inch by inch as he gripped the Rakshasa Demon Scythe.
"it is good."
"Very good."
"Tang Chuan, Qian Renxue, Di Tian."
"You really think highly of me."
Tang Chuan said calmly:
"It's not that I think highly of you."
"I can no longer let you live."
Tang San suddenly laughed, and his laughter grew louder and louder.
"Hahahahaha!"
"You can't let me live?"
"Then give it a try!"
He suddenly raised the Rakshasa Scythe, and the phantom of the Rakshasa altar rose up behind him with a roar.
Seventeen undead titled Douluo simultaneously ignited gray-white soul flames.
The eerie green flames in Tang San's eyes flickered wildly.
"Do you think you've won by surrounding me?"
Don't forget.
"I still have them!"
"Rakshasa spirits, kill them!"
boom--!
The undead legions erupted simultaneously.
In an instant, the seventeen undead titled Douluo moved simultaneously.
Grayish-white soul flames ignited from their eye sockets, and dense Rakshasa death energy swept out like a tide, forcefully isolating all the powerful figures except Tang Chuan, Qian Renxue, and Di Tian.
Tang Xiao's spirit took the first step, and the gray-black Haotian Hammer suddenly enlarged in his palm. Purple-black lightning crackled around the hammer, and an overbearing pressure belonging to the number one weapon spirit in the world instantly erupted.
Behind him, the spirits of the five elders of the Haotian Sect also raised their hammers in unison.
The six Haotian Hammers were raised simultaneously, making the sky seem to be lowered.
Golden Crocodile Douluo's expression darkened, and he said:
"Leave the spirits of the Haotian Sect's dead to us!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Golden Crocodile Douluo charged forward, his Golden Crocodile King Martial Soul True Form coalescing once more. The enormous phantom of the Golden Crocodile King roared to the sky, its golden scales radiating a thick, radiant light, and crashed directly into Tang Xiao's undead spirit.
Tang Xiao's spirit showed no expression.
He gripped the hammer with both hands and brought it down in his face.
boom--!
The Golden Crocodile King collided head-on with the Clear Sky Hammer, and the terrifying shockwave instantly overturned a large area of the surrounding ground.
Golden Crocodile Douluo grunted and took a half step back.
Tang Xiao's undead was also knocked back several feet, but it felt no pain and did not hesitate. Almost instantly, it swung the Haotian Hammer in its hand again.
Golden Crocodile Douluo's eyes turned cold.
"Even in death, he's still being driven by Tang San! Tang Xiao, this brat has utterly disgraced your Clear Sky Sect!"
Tang Xiao's spirit naturally did not respond.
It simply slammed down the Haotian Hammer again.
At the same time, the spirits of the five elders of the Haotian Sect also attacked the other powerful figures in the Offering Hall.
Qianjun Douluo and Jiangmo Douluo joined forces to meet the two elders' spirits, their Panlong Staff and Jiangmo Staff sweeping back and forth, forcefully blocking the bombardment of the Haotian Hammer.
The Light Feather Douluo drew his ice crystal longbow and fired an arrow. The cold light pierced the air and froze the shoulder of a Haotian Elder's spirit.
But the next moment, the elder's undead arm trembled, and he smashed the ice on his shoulder with the Clear Sky Hammer. Ignoring even the broken bones, he charged at Light Feather Douluo again.
Guangling Douluo's expression changed slightly.
"These things really don't feel pain."
The Azure Phoenix Douluo transformed into a streak of azure light, sweeping past from the side, and a wind blade severed half of the elder's undead body.
But the undead only paused in mid-air, its purplish-black death energy surging, and it actually managed to piece its broken body back together.
Qingluan Douluo's eyes were solemn.
"Without destroying the core, you can't kill him at all."
On the other side, Lion Douluo faced off against the spirit of a Haotian Sect elder.
The golden lion clashed violently with the gray-black Haotian Hammer. The Lion Douluo was known for his ferocity, but when faced with these tireless and painless undead, he felt increasingly frustrated as the fight progressed.
He tore open the opponent's chest with one claw, but the opponent did not retreat but advanced, and the Haotian Hammer smashed directly into his shoulder armor.
Click!
The Lion Douluo's shoulder armor cracked, and he was jolted back several steps. He roared in anger:
"That beast Tang San actually turned the people of the Clear Sky Sect into these monstrous things!"
On the other side of the ground, Xiong Jun was already engaged in a fierce battle with Dai Mubai, Zhao Wuji, and Tailong, three powerful undead.
Dai Mubai's ghostly white tiger claws pounced from the front, Zhao Wuji's ghostly armored Vajra Bear forcibly grabbed Xiong Jun's arm, and Tailong's ghostly body rammed into Xiong Jun's knee from the side and rear.
The Bear King roared in fury, unleashing a sweeping attack with its dark gold claws.
puff!
Dai Mubai's ghost had his chest torn open, and half of his body was almost shattered.
The spirit of Zhao Wuji was swatted away by its claw, its body crashing into the ground and creating a deep chasm.
The spirit of Tyrone was stomped into the ground by Xiong Jun, the sound of bones shattering clearly audible.
But after only a few breaths, the three spirits rose again from the deathly aura.
A fierce glint flashed in Xiong Jun's eyes.
"Annoying thing!"
It raised its claws high, its dark gold claw power concentrated to its limit.
"I'd like to see how many times you can get up!"
Ten dark golden claw-like beams crisscrossed and instantly tore the three undead spirits of Dai Mubai, Zhao Wuji, and Tailong into dozens of pieces.
A deathly gray aura exploded.
However, the Rakshasa Altar behind Tang San in the distance only trembled slightly, and the death energy was forcibly pulled back and re-condensed into a broken human shape.
Xiong Jun roared in anger, but was held back by the three undead.
The Crimson King was entangled by the spirits of Ma Hongjun and Qin Ming.
Ma Hongjun's undead unfurled gray-green fiery wings, and the flames of the Nether Phoenix pressed down from above. Qin Ming's undead transformed into a Nether Wolf, constantly weaving through the shadows of the flames, specifically targeting the Crimson King's flanks.
The Crimson King's three heads simultaneously spewed forth hellfire, colliding violently with the Netherworld Phoenix Fire.
The two flames intertwined, turning half the battlefield into a sea of fire.
The Crimson King swallowed Ma Hongjun's undead with a mouthful of hellfire, burning through its chest. But Ma Hongjun's undead swooped down from the flames, its gray-green phoenix claws grabbing the Crimson King's shoulder.
The Crimson King roared:
"Get out of here!"
Its middle head suddenly swung, biting Ma Hongjun's spirit and slamming it hard into the ground.
boom!
Ma Hongjun's body exploded.
But Qin Ming's undead spirit seized the opportunity to pounce, tearing open the Crimson King's side with a claw, and the death energy of the Rakshasa burrowed into the wound.
The Crimson King, in pain, roared simultaneously from all three heads, unleashing a burst of hellfire that incinerated Qin Ming's spirit into a wisp of ashes.
However, a moment later, the gray shadow condensed again in the black mist.
A chilling killing intent finally surfaced in the Crimson King's eyes.
"These spirits can't be completely eradicated unless they are destroyed!"
The spirits of Zi Ji and Bi Bi Dong clashed in the sky.
The Hell Dragon King spread his purplish-black dragon wings, and his dragon claws tore through the sky.
Behind Bibi Dong's undead, the Death Spider King and the Soul-Devouring Spider King stood side by side, their eight spider spears thrusting out like long lances, and their black and purple spider silk covering the sky and sealing off the space around Zi Ji.
Zi Ji unleashed a breath of hellish dragon energy, burning away a large amount of spider silk.
But Bibi Dong's undead approached instantly, stepping on the spider web, and her spider spear pierced the base of Zi Ji's dragon wings.
With a sweep of her dragon tail, Zi Ji sent Bibi Dong's undead flying. Bibi Dong's undead body twisted in mid-air, her ribs shattered, but she did not stop. The phantom of the Twin Spider Kings unfolded again and continued to charge.
Murasaki said coldly:
"Bibi Dong was a powerful figure in life, but after her death, Tang San transformed her into this monster."
"How pathetic."
Meanwhile, the Demon King was locked in battle with the spirits of Flander and Liu Erlong. Flander's spirit transformed into a four-eyed eagle, circling high in the sky and constantly tearing the vines apart with its gray-black talons.
Behind Liu Erlong's spirit, the Demonic Dragon of Death roared, its purplish-black flames burning along the sea of vines belonging to the Demon King.
The Demon King snorted coldly, and a large number of green vines sprouted from the ground, transforming into a huge plant cage that surrounded the two undead.
But Flander's undead were extremely fast, and the four-eyed hawks constantly darted about, avoiding the vines that entangled them.
The spirit of Liu Erlong even used its death flames to burn through the plant cage, forcibly creating a gap.
The Demon King's voice was chilling:
"Without pain, without intelligence, only the instinct to kill remains. Tang San's methods are indeed vicious."
Biji stood at the back, her emerald light continuously scattering down, suppressing the corrosive influence of the deathly aura of the undead on the ferocious beasts and the powerful figures of the Hall of Worship.
Although she did not participate in the battle directly, she was the most crucial link in the entire outer battlefield.
Whenever a person or spirit beast is corrupted by the death energy of Rakshasa, the emerald green life radiance will immediately fall, forcing the death energy out of the body.
This is why, although the undead legion held everyone back, it could no longer rely on the death energy of the Rakshasa to gradually pollute the battlefield as it had done before.
While fierce battles erupted on the periphery, the real battlefield that would determine life and death had already fully unfolded in the center.
Tang San was surrounded by Tang Chuan, Qian Renxue, and Di Tian.
He was surrounded by the true fire of the sun, the blue silver emperor, and the oppressive aura of the black dragon.
The phantom of the Rakshasa altar behind him trembled continuously, attempting to channel the power of the undead army back to him, but the Blue Silver Emperor Life Net beneath Tang Chuan's feet was gradually sealing off the altar's connection with the outside world.
Seeing this, Tang San's face darkened, and he said:
"Tang Chuan, do you really think you can kill me just because three of you are surrounding me?"
Tang Chuan didn't waste any words.
The trident of Poseidon in his hand suddenly lit up.
The blue-gold divine light surged forth like a tidal wave, instantly pressing down on Tang San.
"Poseidon's Trident".
The halberd blade swept out horizontally.
That wasn't just a simple soul power attack; it carried the suppressive power of the Sea God's artifact.
Tang San's expression changed drastically, and he immediately raised the Rakshasa Demon Scythe to defend himself.
clang--!
The two divine artifacts collided head-on.
The blue-gold power of the sea god and the dark green evil power of the Rakshasa exploded. Tang San felt his arms tremble violently, and he was sent flying backward by the vast, ocean-like power.
Before he could regain his footing, Qian Renxue had already appeared behind him.
The Angelic Holy Sword, burning with the true fire of the sun, slashed straight at Tang San's back.
"Angelic Divine Skill, Holy Radiance Slash!"
Tang San gritted his teeth and used the Rakshasa Demon Scythe to barely block the sword strike.
But the true fire of the sun spread up the scythe and instantly scorched his arm.
Zizizi!
The deathly aura of the Rakshasa was rapidly dissipating under the true fire of the sun.
Tang San groaned, his face growing even paler.
He suddenly unleashed his Rakshasa Domain, attempting to force Qian Renxue back, but the next moment, Di Tian arrived, his enormous black dragon claw descending from the sky.
This time, it's not acting, nor is it an ordinary dragon claw.
Rather, it is the Dragon God's Claw, which truly embodies the destructive power of the Dragon God.
"Dragon God's Claw"
Di Tian's voice was deep.
The black and gold claw shadow tore through space, heading straight for Tang San's soul essence.
Tang San's expression changed completely.
He knew all too well how terrifying that claw strike could be.
Last time, it was this very claw that destroyed his undead army and severely damaged his main body.
Now, facing it again, he simply doesn't dare to confront it head-on.
"Rakshasa Shadow!"
Tang San's body instantly transformed into dozens of black shadows, attempting to distract Di Tian from locking onto him.
But the Blue Silver Emperor beneath Tang Chuan's feet suddenly surged, and countless Blue Silver Grasses grew from all directions. Each blade of grass was like a lifeline, precisely binding those Rakshasa demon shadows.
The vast phantoms were purified by the cyan-gold life radiance.
The real Tang San was forced out.
As Di Tian's Dragon God Claw descended, Tang San roared, holding the Rakshasa Demon Scythe horizontally in front of him, while the phantom of the Rakshasa Altar appeared behind him, attempting to block the attack.
boom--!
The Dragon God's Claw slammed fiercely into the Rakshasa Demon Scythe and the phantom altar.
Tang San was slammed into the ground like a kite with a broken string.
The ground collapsed instantly.
Large cracks spread outwards.
Tang San coughed up blood, and the Dragon God Claw wound on his chest, which had not yet healed, completely ruptured.
Even more terrifying, his very soul trembled violently under that claw.
In an instant, he seemed to hear the sound of his own soul shattering.
For the first time, genuine fear appeared in Tang San's eyes.
Before he could get up, Tang Chuan had already arrived, his Trident of Poseidon raised high.
At the tip of the halberd, blue-gold divine light condensed into a whirlpool in the ocean.
"Tang San".
"This strike is to avenge those who were slaughtered and had their souls devoured by you."
The trident of Poseidon crashed down.
"The Second Form of the Thirteen Halberds of Poseidon: A Thousand Years of Void!"
Blue and gold halberd shadows pierced the heavens and earth.
Tang San forcefully raised the Rakshasa Demon Scythe to defend himself.
However, he had just been severely injured by the Di Tianlong God Claw and had no time to fully mobilize the Rakshasa God Power.
boom!
The Rakshasa Scythe was jolted out of his grasp and drifted away.
The residual force of the Poseidon Trident slammed into Tang San's chest, causing his sternum to cave in and his entire body to be smashed deep into the ground once again.
The phantom image of the Rakshasa altar shook violently.
Many undead titled Douluo were thus momentarily halted in their actions.
On the outer battlefield, Xiong Jun seized the opportunity and tore Dai Mubai's undead spirit to shreds with a single claw.
Taking advantage of Tang Xiao's sluggish movements, Golden Crocodile Douluo unleashed a Golden Crocodile King Annihilation Strike on Tang Xiao's chest, sending him flying hundreds of feet back.
Tang San felt the altar tremble, and his expression turned even more grim.
He knew he couldn't go on like this.
If the three of them were to attack him again, his soul would truly be shattered.
Qian Renxue gave him no chance to catch his breath. She hovered high in the sky, her six wings fully extended, and the true fire of the sun condensed into a huge golden wheel of judgment.
"Angelic Divine Skill, Judgment of the Sun!" (End of Chapter)