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Chapter 418 The Counterattack of the Spirit Empire
Di Tian ignored his provocation. It simply looked down at the forest below, which was polluted by death energy, and at the corpses of soul beasts scattered all over the ground, as well as at the ferocious beasts such as Bi Ji, which were being attacked by the undead.
Within the golden dragon's eyes, killing intent gradually gathered.
"The power of the Rakshasa."
"Undead Puppet"
"Slaughtering soul beasts, polluting the forest."
"Human, you deserve to die."
Tang San smiled.
"You want to kill me?"
"Then let's see if you have the ability."
He suddenly raised his hand.
The eleven spirits turned around at the same time and rushed towards Di Tian.
Dai Mubai, Zhao Wuji, and Tailong charged forward head-on.
Ma Hongjun and Flander launched an aerial attack.
Bibi Dong, Ju Douluo, and Gui Douluo flanked them from the side.
Xiao Wu's ghostly figure flashed and directly rushed towards Di Tian's neck.
Tang San said coldly:
"So what if you are Di Tian?"
"My spirit cannot be killed!"
Di Tian coldly watched the approaching undead.
It did not dodge, nor did it even deploy its full dragon form in battle.
It simply raised one of its dragon claws slowly.
At that moment, the world suddenly changed color.
An indescribable light appeared on Di Tian's claw.
That's not ordinary soul power.
It's not simply dragon power.
Rather, it exudes an ancient and utterly destructive aura.
Dragon God's Claw.
The ultimate killing technique inherited from the Dragon God.
Di Tian's voice was deep:
"Can't be killed?"
"That's because you haven't encountered a power that can truly destroy the source."
The words fell.
The dragon claw swung out.
There was no earth-shattering roar.
Only a single, dark claw-like shadow with golden markings silently streaked across the night sky.
But wherever this claw shadow passed, space itself cracked open.
The deathly aura of Rakshasa was instantly torn apart, and the undead that rushed towards Di Tian were suspended in mid-air one after another before they could even get close.
Xiao Wu's undead spirit was the first to be struck by the claw shadow.
Her body wasn't torn apart, but rather seemed to have been directly erased by some higher-level force.
Starting from the chest, the source of the undead shattered, and the grayish-white death aura vanished.
Next up was Dai Mubai.
The white tiger phantom let out a silent roar, but was instantly shattered by the dragon god's claws.
The ghostly phoenix flames of Ma Hongjun's spirit had just been ignited when they were torn to nothingness by claw shadows.
Zhao Wuji, Tailong, Flander, Liu Erlong, Qin Ming...
One after another, the undead titled Douluo were instantly destroyed under the claw shadow of the Dragon God's Claw.
Finally, there are Bibi Dong, Chrysanthemum Douluo, and Ghost Douluo.
The twin spider king phantoms behind Bibi Dong's undead tried to resist, but the spider king's legs were severed by claw shadows as soon as they were raised.
The withered Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum of the Chrysanthemum Douluo's undead was torn into ashes.
The ghost of Ghost Douluo tried to escape into the shadows, but found that the surrounding space was sealed off by the Dragon God's Claw, leaving him nowhere to escape.
boom--!
All eleven spirits were shattered.
The black mist exploded.
Deathly energy annihilated.
The entire battlefield fell silent under that single claw strike.
Xiong Jun, panting heavily, grinned.
"As expected of Di Tian."
The Crimson King, Purple Princess, and the Demon King all breathed a sigh of relief.
Brigitte looked at the destroyed undead, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.
These souls may have been guilty or innocent in life.
But being controlled by Tang San into this state after death is ultimately a kind of suffering.
Di Tian's claw seemed to have completely freed them.
At least, that's what all the ferocious beasts think.
But the next moment, Tang San's laughter suddenly rang out.
"Ha ha……"
"Hahahahaha!"
Tang San stood in the black mist, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
That claw strike not only destroyed the undead, but also, through the connection between the undead and him, backfired on his very being, leaving three deep, bone-revealing claw marks on his chest.
Within the claw marks, the golden-black dragon god's power continuously eroded, colliding violently with the Rakshasa god's power.
Tang San's face was pale, and his breathing was obviously disordered.
But he was laughing.
"Emperor Tian".
"Dragon God Claw, it truly lives up to its name."
"It actually managed to destroy my necromantic essence."
"It could even hurt me."
As he spoke, he raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes became increasingly crazed.
"pity……"
You can ruin it once.
"Can it be destroyed a second time?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Rakshasa mark between Tang San's eyebrows suddenly lit up.
The Rakshasa Scythe hovered in front of him.
A huge, purplish-black altar slowly appeared behind him.
That was the Rakshasa Altar he created using the souls of those who perished in the massacre of the city and the essence of a large number of soul beasts.
On the altar, fragments of the undead essence began to glow anew.
Brigitte's expression changed drastically.
"They haven't completely disappeared?"
Di Tian's dragon eyes also darkened slightly, his face showing disbelief.
The shattered death energy began to gather again from all directions.
Xiao Wu's ghostly figure was the first to re-form, but compared to before, her aura was noticeably weaker, and fine cracks remained on her body surface.
Immediately afterwards, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, Bibi Dong, Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, Flander, Liu Erlong, Zhao Wuji, Qin Ming, and Tailong also stood up again from the black mist one after another.
They were indeed destroyed by the Dragon God's Claw.
However, Tang San preserved a trace of the core imprint using the Rakshasa Altar.
As long as the mark remains, they can be reborn.
Di Tian's eyes turned completely cold.
"What a wicked method."
Tang San's face was pale, but his smile became even more ferocious.
"I said that."
"My spirit cannot be killed."
"Di Tian, if you can destroy them once, I can be resurrected once."
"They will become even stronger as long as I absorb enough source energy."
Despite this, Tang San was not at peace with himself.
The Dragon God's Claw injured him severely, and the Dragon God's power was constantly suppressing the Rakshasa God's power, making it difficult for him to continue attacking at full strength for a short period of time.
More importantly, Di Tian's claw attack just now severely damaged the undead brand in the Rakshasa Altar. Although they were resurrected, the aura of these undead was noticeably weakened.
If it gets a few more claws, it might not be able to survive.
Tang San's eyes were gloomy. He originally thought that with the Rakshasa Demon Scythe and the army of the undead, he would be able to first devour Xiong Jun and Bi Ji, and then gradually force out Di Tian.
Unexpectedly, Di Tian's Dragon God Claw actually countered his necromantic origin.
Can't delay any longer.
At least for now, we cannot fight a death battle with Di Tian.
Tang San took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the surging Dragon God power in his chest.
"Emperor Tian".
"You're lucky today."
"Once I have truly completed the ninth trial of Rakshasa and condensed the divine armor, I will come back to take your essence."
Xiong Jun roared:
"Trying to leave?"
"Leave your life behind!"
Xiong Jun charged out again.
The Crimson King, Purple Princess, and the Demon King also unleashed their auras simultaneously, preparing to join forces to capture Tang San.
Di Tian raised his dragon claw, and the aura of the Dragon God Claw condensed once more.
Tang San's expression changed.
He dared not accept the offer a second time.
"Rakshasa Space, open!"
The Rakshasa Demon Scythe suddenly slashed towards the void.
A purplish-black crack was forcibly torn open. Tang San raised his hand and waved it, and all the undead turned into black mist at the same time, which he forcibly took into the Rakshasa Altar.
Xiong Jun's dark gold claws were already upon him.
Di Tian's dragon claw descended once more.
"I want to leave, and no one can stop me." Seeing this, a ruthless glint flashed in Tang San's eyes, and he directly detonated the resentment of the beast souls that had not yet been completely devoured.
boom--!
A large number of purplish-black vengeful spirits exploded, transforming into a terrifying shockwave that forcibly halted the ferocious beasts for half a breath.
It's this half-breath.
Tang San, dragging his heavily injured body, disappeared into the Rakshasa spatial rift.
Before leaving, his cold voice came from the crack.
"Emperor Tian".
"Mr. Bear."
"Beauty".
"You wait."
"This forest will become my sacrificial ground sooner or later."
"Next time, I will return with the true Rakshasa divine armor."
"At that time, all of you ferocious beasts will die!"
The purplish-black crack closed.
Tang San disappeared.
In the forest, some of the deathly aura gradually dissipated, but the polluted land, the slaughtered soul beasts, and the destroyed trees were still shocking to behold.
Xiong Jun stood still, his chest heaving violently.
It wanted to chase, but Tang San had already escaped using the Rakshasa Space, making it impossible to catch up.
The Crimson King angrily spewed out a mouthful of flame, burning away the remaining death energy of the Rakshasa.
"Damn humans!"
The Demon King's voice was somber:
"He did not completely fail."
"It's just a temporary retreat."
Zi Ji looked at Di Tian and said in a deep voice:
"Beast God, if he recovers and does it again, it will probably be even more troublesome."
Di Tian did not speak immediately.
It looked down at its own dragon claws.
The Dragon God's Claw did indeed destroy all the undead.
It also injured Tang San.
But those undead spirits miraculously came back to life.
This indicates that Tang San has already bound the core of the undead to the Rakshasa Altar. As long as the altar remains intact, the undead will have a hard time disappearing completely.
Tang San himself also possesses the divine weapon, the Rakshasa Demon Scythe.
If he truly completes the ninth trial and condenses the Rakshasa Divine Armor, the situation will be even more dangerous than it is now.
Bi Ji slowly descended, her wings scattering azure light. She began to heal the injured Xiong Jun, Chi Wang, and other ferocious beasts. Looking at the corpses of soul beasts scattered on the ground, her eyes were filled with sorrow, and she said:
"This time, the Star Dou Great Forest has suffered a great loss."
Xiong Jun gritted his teeth and said:
"When he comes again, I will tear him to pieces!"
Di Tian raised his head, his golden dragon eyes gazing into the distance.
"There's no need to wait for him to come."
"Tang San has completely fallen into the clutches of Rakshasa."
"He won't only target the Star Dou Great Forest."
"The entire continent will become his target."
Murasaki frowned and said:
"So what do we do?"
Di Tian remained silent for a moment.
Then, it slowly opened its mouth:
"wait."
Mr. Xiong was puzzled:
"What are you waiting for?"
Di Tian looked towards the outer edge of the Star Dou Great Forest.
There, in the distant direction, a faint cyan-gold life force was rapidly approaching.
That aura was completely opposite to Tang San's Rakshasa death aura.
Gentle, vast, and ever-renewing.
It even carries a hint of the majesty of the ocean.
Di Tian's eyes flickered slightly.
"Waiting for another human."
"A human being who can truly restrain the power of the Rakshasa god."
Brigitte seemed to sense something, and a glimmer of hope appeared in her eyes.
"This life force..."
"Is it him?"
Di Tian did not answer, but gazed into the distance, his voice low and deep:
"Tang San wanted to become a god through death."
"Let's see if life will allow him to take the final step."
At the edge of the distant forest, a streak of blue-gold light tore through the night, rushing toward the core area of the Star Dou Great Forest. Tang Chuan had arrived.
At the same time, golden light shone brightly above Wuhun City.
From the moment Qian Renxue stepped out of the Angel Temple, the entire Spirit City seemed to be enveloped by a true sun. The darkness receded, and the dark clouds dissipated.
The fear that had enveloped the continent due to Tang San's massacre of the city and soul-devouring seemed to have been torn open by the blazing holy light of the angels at this moment.
Offerings are made in front of the hall.
Qian Renxue hovered in mid-air, her six wings unfurled behind her, each feather seemingly formed from pure golden divine fire. Her entire body was covered in angelic divine armor, exuding holiness, nobility, and majesty, and the angelic holy sword in her hand radiated a light that dared not be looked at directly.
She is no longer the young master of the Martial Soul Empire.
They are no longer merely the successors of the angel gods.
Rather, it is the true God of Angels.
A first-level deity.
Angel God, Qian Renxue.
In Wuhun City, all the soul masters knelt down at the same time. Even the unruly elders of the Wuhun Hall dared not raise their heads to look directly at her divine might.
Golden Crocodile Douluo stood in front of the Hall of Worship, his injuries not yet fully healed. But when he saw Qian Renxue truly become a god, a look of excitement finally appeared on his aged face.
"The Grand Offering..."
He murmured softly.
"Did you see that?"
"Young Master has succeeded."
"Our Spirit Hall has finally gained a god."
Qian Renxue slowly lowered her head.
Her gaze swept across the entire Wuhun City.
She could see the fear in the city's soldiers, and she could also see the fanaticism in their eyes.
Tang San slaughters a city and devours souls, the Rakshasa Divine Court rises, Shrek Academy is destroyed, and the Star Dou Great Forest is thrown into turmoil.
The Douluo Continent of today is no longer as simple as the Three Kingdoms' struggle for supremacy.
The war of the gods has begun.
The more this happened, the more determined Qian Renxue became to unify the continent. She wanted to completely suppress the resistance of the Tian Dou and Xing Luo empires before Tang San could fully achieve the Rakshasa Godhood.
Only by unifying the continent and concentrating the power of all Soul Masters can the Spirit Empire be qualified to face the upcoming God War. Otherwise, the entire continent will only be devoured city by city by Tang San, becoming his Rakshasa Sacrifice Ground.
Qian Renxue slowly raised the Angelic Holy Sword.
Golden sword light shot into the sky.
The next moment, her cold and authoritative voice resounded throughout the entire Spirit City.
"Pass on the order."
"The entire army of the Martial Soul Empire has assembled."
"Within seven days, we will divide our forces into two routes to launch a counterattack against Tiandou and Xingluo."
"Those who surrender may live."
"Anyone who resists shall be executed."
"I, the God, will end this meaningless war in the shortest possible time."
The sound shook the entire city.
Fanaticism shone in the eyes of countless Soul Masters from the Martial Soul Empire.
"Long live the Angels!"
"Long live the Spirit Empire!"
"Long live the young master!"
The cheers grew louder and louder.
Qian Renxue simply stood quietly in mid-air, her face showing no joy.
She knew this was not a victory.
This is just one step that must be taken before an even bigger storm arrives.
Tang San is becoming a god by devouring souls.
Tang Chuan is walking the path of the sea god and life.
She, however, intends to first use the name of the Angel God to forcefully push the continental war to its end.
……
Three days later.
The Martial Soul Empire's army set out, with a million troops emerging from Martial Soul City. The Soul Master Legion led the vanguard, heavy cavalry followed in the center, and the Soul Guidance Weapons and Archer Battalion brought up the rear.
Hundreds of flying Soul Masters flew in formation in the sky.
On the ground, the banners of the Martial Soul Empire stood like a forest.
The golden angel banner fluttered in the wind, and wherever it passed, cities trembled and passes fell.
Originally, the two great empires of Tiandou and Xingluo wanted to take advantage of the previous setback of the Wuhun Empire to launch a counterattack, but they did not expect that Qian Renxue would become a god at this time.
The gap between gods and mortals cannot be bridged by military force.
The Eastern Route Army of the Martial Soul Empire pressed down on the Heavenly Battle.
The Western Route Army was tasked with containing Xingluo.
Qian Renxue herself personally oversaw the Tian Dou direction.
She didn't hide anything, nor did she need to.
Golden divine light streaked across the sky, like a sun hanging above the army of the Martial Soul Empire.
Wherever she went, the morale of the Heavenly Dou Empire's garrison collapsed instantly.
The first border fortress held out for only half an hour.
Just as the city's guardian soul master released the defensive barrier, Qian Renxue simply swung her sword lightly.
The angel's holy sword slashed down.
The golden sword light fell upon the city wall.
boom--!
The heavy city gate, along with the defensive soul-guided array, was blasted apart.
Hundreds of defenders were thrown back by the shockwave.
But Qian Renxue did not continue the massacre.
She simply hovered in the air, her voice descending coldly:
"Open the gates and surrender."
"This god does not kill those who surrender." (End of Chapter)