Chapter 415: Di Tian Makes a Move?
The Bibi Dong Puppet headed toward Zi Ji.
The auras of the Death Spider Emperor and the Hell Demon Dragon King collided in mid-air.
Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo continued to besiege Bi Ji, attempting to completely seal off her healing.
The three power-type Puppets, Dai Mubai, Zhao Wuji, and Tai Long, lunged at Xiong Jun once again.
The Ma Hongjun Puppet and Qin Ming Puppet met Chi Wang; the Nether Phoenix Fire and Nether Gray Wolf Fire clashed frantically with Chi Wang's Hellfire in the forest.
The Flender Puppet circled high in the sky, his Four-Eyed Owl Martial Soul locking onto the Ten Thousand Demon King, constantly using Rakshasa Death Qi to sever the vines.
The Liu Erlong Puppet transformed into a Death Flame Demon Dragon, roaring as she charged into the battlefield, purple-black flames burning across half the forest.
The great battle erupted completely.
Xiong Jun roared repeatedly; every claw strike could tear half the body off a Puppet.
But the Puppets kept recovering and lunging forward, forcefully holding it back.
Chi Wang's three heads spat fire simultaneously, suppressing the Ma Hongjun Puppet's Nether fire, but the Qin Ming Puppet was extremely fast, constantly ambushing its weak points from the side.
The Ten Thousand Demon King manipulated countless vines, attempting to purify the Rakshasa Formation, but there was too much resentment from the Soul Beasts Tang San had devoured; every time a part of the Formation was destroyed, new Death Qi would fill the gap.
Zi Ji and the Bibi Dong Puppet fought fiercely in the air; dragon wings swept, Spider Emperor poison blades slashed, and black-purple energy exploded continuously.
Bi Ji was in the most dangerous position; she had to defend against the pincer attack of the Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo Puppets while trying her best to heal Xiong Jun and the other Ferocious beasts.
Tang San watched all of this from afar, his eyes growing brighter.
The stronger these Ferocious beasts were, the more excited he became.
Because every collision, every injury, and every burst of Origin aura made him more certain: as long as he devoured them, his Rakshasa Divine Armor would surely be successfully condensed.
Tang San slowly raised the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe.
His figure disappeared silently into the black mist.
The next moment, he appeared directly behind Bi Ji.
Bi Ji's expression changed abruptly.
But she had already dispersed too much power just moments ago to heal Xiong Jun.
The corners of Tang San's mouth curled up.
"Let's start with you."
"Rakshasa, Life Theft."
The ghostly green scythe blade fell silently, striking directly at the densest source of life essence behind Bi Ji.
At that instant, it felt as if all the feathers on Bi Ji's body were frozen by a chill.
She felt death.
That was no ordinary blade, nor was it a common Soul skills. The moment the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe struck, the life essence within her began to tremble uncontrollably, as if an invisible hand was trying to forcefully strip her core power from the depths of her Soul.
"Bi Ji!"
Xiong Jun roared. It wanted to go back to help, but the Dai Mubai, Zhao Wuji, and Tai Long Puppets had already lunged at it regardless of the cost.
Even though half of the Dai Mubai Puppet's body had been torn apart by Xiong Jun, it still held onto one of Xiong Jun's arms tightly.
The Zhao Wuji Puppet's chest was collapsed and its bones were shattered, yet it used its Nether Armor Vajra Bear Martial Soul to forcefully pin down Xiong Jun's shoulder.
The Tai Long Puppet had one arm swatted off, yet it seemed to feel no pain at all, smashing its other hand fiercely into Xiong Jun's knee.
They were not fighting.
It was more like they were using their own undead bodies to forcefully drag Xiong Jun down.
Xiong Jun was furious; its Dark Gold Terrorclaw swept past fiercely.
Puchi!
The Dai Mubai Puppet's body was torn in half at the waist.
One arm of the Zhao Wuji Puppet was severed directly.
The Tai Long Puppet was swatted into the ground by a claw, its entire chest almost exploding.
But the next moment, purple-black Death Qi churned.
Those shattered bodies were forcefully pieced back together by the Rakshasa Divine Power.
No screams.
No hesitation.
No backing down.
They lunged again.
Xiong Jun finally truly felt how troublesome these undead Puppets were.
They could be shattered, but not killed.
They could be torn apart, but felt no pain.
As long as Tang San did not die, and as long as the Rakshasa Divine Power remained, these undead would crawl up again and again like evil ghosts nailed to this world.
On the other side, Chi Wang's situation was equally dire.
Its three heads spat fire simultaneously, the blazing crimson demonic fire clashing frantically with the Ma Hongjun Puppet's Nether Phoenix Fire.
Logically speaking, Chi Wang's Origin was powerful and its flames were overbearing; it was impossible for the Ma Hongjun Puppet to suppress it in terms of flame level.
But the problem was that the Ma Hongjun Puppet did not care about being burned at all.
Chi Wang burned half of its body to charcoal with a mouthful of fire, yet it still flapped its gray-green fire wings, passed through the sea of fire, and smashed fiercely into Chi Wang's chest.
The Qin Ming Puppet transformed into a Nether Gray Wolf, constantly weaving through the blind spots of Chi Wang's three heads.
It did not clash head-on with Chi Wang, only pouncing at critical moments to bite at Chi Wang's wounds with Rakshasa Death Qi; once or twice wouldn't hurt the Origin, but after many times, the wounds on Chi Wang's body began to be contaminated by Death Qi.
"Roar!"
Chi Wang roared repeatedly, its three heads bellowing simultaneously; it pressed the Qin Ming Puppet into the ground with one claw, while another head opened its mouth to spit a crimson pillar of fire, blasting the Ma Hongjun Puppet hundreds of feet away.
But a moment later, the Ma Hongjun Puppet stood up from the burning ruins again.
Its charred body was stitched together by Death Qi, and the gray-green Phoenix flame reignited.
It raised its head, and there was not a trace of emotion in its hollow eyes.
A chill finally rose in the depths of Chi Wang's heart.
These things were not living creatures.
Fighting them, there was no such thing as "victory." Unless their Origin could be destroyed in one blow, no matter how many times they were knocked down, they would crawl back up.
The Ten Thousand Demon King manipulated countless vines, growing frantically from underground, attempting to destroy the Rakshasa Martial Soul-Trapping Formation.
Ancient vines, thick as giant pythons, tore through the earth, entangling those purple-black Formation patterns.
However, the Rakshasa Divine Power had already invaded this land.
The moment the ancient vines touched the Formation patterns, they immediately turned black, rotted, and withered.
The Ten Thousand Demon King said with a cold voice: "This Formation has devoured the resentment of too many ten-thousand-year Soul Beasts; we cannot use ordinary life force to clash with it head-on."
Its body was hidden among the countless vines, forcefully driving its Origin power.
In an instant, a ghostly green life-poison mist spread out.
The land that had been contaminated by the Rakshasa Divine Power was actually eroded by the Ten Thousand Demon King using both poison and life Origin, forcefully suppressing a portion of the Formation patterns.
But before it could continue to expand its advantage, high above, the Flender Puppet swooped down; the Four-Eyed Owl Martial Soul spread its gray-black wings, sharp claw shadows cutting through the night sky, tearing apart a large swathe of vines directly.
Immediately after, the Liu Erlong Puppet transformed into a Death Flame Demon Dragon, purple-black flames burning all the way along the vines.
The Ten Thousand Demon King had to divide its attention to deal with them.
For a time, the entire outer edge of the core area of the Star Dou Great Forest had completely turned into a battlefield; flames, spider silk, poison mist, Death Qi, Dark Gold claw shadows, dragon might, and undead Martial Soul power intertwined.
Ancient trees collapsed in swathes.
The earth cracked continuously.
Countless Soul Beasts fled deeper, their eyes full of terror.
This was no longer an ordinary Soul Master hunting Soul Beasts, but a direct offensive by the Rakshasa Divine Court against the Star Dou Great Forest.
Behind Bi Ji, Tang San's Rakshasa Demonic Scythe had already fallen.
At the critical moment, Zi Ji suddenly let out a dragon roar.
She had been fighting the Bibi Dong Puppet, her black-purple dragon wings entangled by spider silk, and a deep wound had been carved into her shoulder by the Death Spider Emperor's spider spear.
But when she saw Tang San ambushing Bi Ji, she still forcefully erupted her Hell Demon Dragon Origin.
"Get lost!"
Zi Ji's dragon tail swept, forcefully knocking the Bibi Dong Puppet back half a step.
Subsequently, she opened her mouth and spat out a breath of the Hell Demon Dragon.
The purple-black dragon flames tore through the air, heading straight for Tang San's back.
Tang San's eyes turned cold.
He did not continue to slash at Bi Ji, but instead swung the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe with a backhand.
"Rakshasa, Soul Severing."
The ghostly green scythe light collided with the Hell Demon Dragon breath in mid-air.
Boom!
Two terrifying energies exploded.
Bi Ji took the opportunity to flap her wings and retreat, avoiding that fatal blow.
But just as she evaded, the Ghost Douluo Puppet crawled out from the shadow beneath her feet, a black ghost claw grabbing fiercely at the base of her wing.
Bi Ji let out a muffled groan, and a patch of black Death Qi immediately appeared on her emerald-like wings.
The Chrysanthemum Douluo Puppet's flower blades followed closely, cutting several more cracks into her protective shield.
The Bibi Dong Puppet pressed on again; the dual pressure of the Death Spider Emperor and the Soul Eating Spider Emperor caused the life aura around Bi Ji to be constantly corroded.
Tang San watched this scene coldly.
"Bi Ji, who can you save?"
"You can't even protect yourself."
Bi Ji did not answer; she simply gritted her teeth and released the radiance of life, first forcing out the Rakshasa Death Qi on her wings, and then continuing to restore the injuries of Xiong Jun and the other Ferocious beasts.
A trace of annoyance flashed in Tang San's eyes.
"What a nuisance."
What he hated most was this kind of power that Bi Ji possessed. Healing. Life. Restoration. It reminded him of Tang Chuan. It also made him feel disgusted.
"Since you like saving others so much."
"Then I will kill until you cannot save them anymore."
Tang San suddenly raised the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe.
The Rakshasa Domain expanded.
Large swaths of black mist turned into countless scythe shadows, sweeping in all directions.
Those ten-thousand-year Soul Beasts and thousand-year Soul Beasts that were fleeing were instantly caught up by the scythe shadows.
The screams of Soul Beasts rang out again.
One after another, Martial Soul Souls were forcefully extracted, turning into gray-white streams of light, which were swallowed into Tang San's body.
Bi Ji's face turned pale.
"Stop it!"
Tang San sneered.
"You're begging me?"
"Then kneel."
Xiong Jun completely went berserk.
"Tang San!!!"
Its eyes were crimson, its Ferocious beast Origin burning, and dark golden light erupted frantically from its body.
The Rakshasa chains snapped one by one.
Relying on its own terrifying power, Xiong Jun forcefully tore open a corner of the Martial Soul-Trapping Formation.
It raised both claws simultaneously; this time, the light emerging from the Dark Gold Terrorclaw was more terrifying than any time before, and space was sliced open with fine cracks by the claw tips.
Xiong Jun swept with one claw.
The Dai Mubai, Zhao Wuji, and Tai Long Puppets blocking the front were torn apart simultaneously.
The three undead bodies exploded in mid-air into large swaths of broken bones and Death Qi.
Immediately after, without any pause, Xiong Jun's massive body charged straight at Tang San.
"Die!"
Tang San's eyes narrowed slightly.
This strike from Xiong Jun had truly threatened him.
He raised the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe, and ghostly green divine light erupted.
"Rakshasa Demonic Scythe, God-Devouring Blade!"
From the scythe blade, a ghostly green half-moon arc of light slashed out.
The Dark Gold Terrorclaw and the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe collided head-on.
Boom—!
The terrifying shockwave swept for a thousand feet.
All the ancient trees around were uprooted.
The ground rolled open like waves.
Xiong Jun's massive body retreated three steps, each step shattering the earth.
Tang San was also knocked back more than ten feet, his black robes flapping, the arm holding the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe slightly numb.
His expression was somewhat ugly.
Xiong Jun's power indeed exceeded his expectations.
If the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe were not a Divine Artifact, he would definitely not have taken this blow so easily.
But soon, a smile appeared on Tang San's face again.
"Good."
"The stronger, the better."
"The stronger your Origin is, the more complete my Divine Armor will be."
Xiong Jun lowered its head and glanced at its right claw.
On the Dark Gold Terrorclaw, a tiny crack had actually been sliced open by the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe.
Although it was not deep, it was real.
A Divine Artifact.
The Rakshasa Demonic Scythe in Tang San's hand possessed the power to injure the Origin of a Ferocious beast.
Xiong Jun's eyes became incomparably grave.
Tang San was already troublesome enough, plus the Divine Artifact Rakshasa Demonic Scythe, and those undead Puppets that knew no pain, feared no death, and could constantly recover.
Relying only on them, the Ferocious beasts, they had actually started to fall into a disadvantage.
The great battle continued to erupt.
Xiong Jun tore apart the undead again and again.
Chi Wang burned the undead bodies of Ma Hongjun and Qin Ming time and time again.
Zi Ji's dragon claw pierced through the chest of the Bibi Dong Puppet.
The Ten Thousand Demon King's vines shredded the Flender Puppet into pieces.
But every time, the black mist would churn again.
Those undead remains were dragged back by the Rakshasa Divine Power, pieced back together, and stood up again.
But the Ferocious beasts would be injured, would bleed, and would be exhausted.
Although Bi Ji's healing was strong, she could not take care of everyone at the same time.
Moreover, she herself was constantly being suppressed by Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, and Bibi Dong.
The situation was tilting little by little.
Tang San stood on high ground, his gaze cold and dark.
He was like a patient hunter.
He let the undead exhaust these Ferocious beasts.
When their power was dragged to the limit, he would personally take action to harvest them.
"Xiong Jun."
"Chi Wang."
"Zi Ji."
"Ten Thousand Demon King."
"Bi Ji."
Tang San read out their names one by one, the greed in his eyes growing heavier.
"You will all become the nutrients for my godhood."
"When I condense the Rakshasa Divine Armor, no one on this continent will be able to stop me anymore."
As soon as his voice fell, the deepest part of the Star Dou Great Forest suddenly became quiet.
It was not that the wind had stopped, nor that the battle had ceased.
It was that a certain higher-level pressure instantly overwhelmed the entire battlefield.
Xiong Jun, Bi Ji, Chi Wang, Zi Ji, and the Ten Thousand Demon King looked up almost simultaneously.
In their eyes, a glimmer of hope finally appeared.
The smile on Tang San's face also stiffened slightly at this moment.
Because he felt an aura.
An ancient, heavy, and majestic aura, as if coming from the end of the Ancient Dragon Clan.
The next moment, a low voice came from the deepest part of the forest.
"Human."
"You have crossed the line."
The moment the voice fell, the entire Star Dou Great Forest seemed to bow down.
The black mist was torn apart by an invisible dragon might.
Above the firmament, dark clouds rolled.
A huge, ink-black dragon shadow slowly rose from the depths of the forest.
That dragon shadow covered the sky and blocked the moon; when its wings spread, it seemed to be able to cover half the night sky.
Golden dragon pupils opened in the darkness.
Cold, majestic, ancient.
Di Tian.
The Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King.
The true Dominator of the Star Dou Great Forest.
Tang San looked up at the dragon shadow, and not only was there no fear in his eyes, but a more intense greed emerged instead.
He said in a deep voice: "Di Tian, you have finally come out."
"Originally, I was thinking of devouring Xiong Jun and the others before coming to find you."
"I didn't expect you to come yourself first."