Chapter 416: The Counterattack of the Spirit Empire
Di Tian ignored his provocation; it merely looked down at the forest below, which was polluted by Death Qi, watching the corpses of Soul Beasts covering the ground, and watching Bi Ji and the other Ferocious beasts besieged by the undead.
In its golden dragon eyes, killing intent condensed bit by bit.
"Rakshasa Divine Power."
"Undead Puppet."
"Slaughtering Soul Beasts, polluting the forest."
"Human, you deserve to die."
Tang San smiled.
"Want to kill me?"
"Then let's see if you have the ability."
He suddenly raised his hand.
The eleven undead turned simultaneously and charged toward Di Tian.
Dai Mubai, Zhao Wuji, and Tai Long lunged forward head-on.
Ma Hongjun and Flender attacked from the air.
Bibi Dong, Chrysanthemum Douluo, and Ghost Douluo flanked from the sides.
The undead figure of Xiao Wu flashed, heading directly toward Di Tian's neck.
Tang San said coldly:
"Even if you are Di Tian, so what?"
"My undead cannot be killed!"
Di Tian watched the incoming undead coldly.
It did not dodge, nor did it even fully unleash its dragon body to fight.
It merely slowly raised one dragon claw.
At that moment, the world suddenly changed color.
A layer of indescribable light emerged on Di Tian's claw.
That was not ordinary Soul Power.
Nor was it pure dragon power.
It was a destructive aura that was ancient to the extreme.
Dragon God Claw.
The supreme killing technique inherited from the Dragon God.
Di Tian's voice was low:
"Cannot be killed?"
"That is because you have not yet encountered power that can truly destroy the Origin."
As the words fell.
The dragon claw swiped out.
There was no earth-shattering roar.
Only a claw shadow, jet black with golden patterns, quietly streaked across the night sky.
But wherever this claw shadow passed, space cracked directly open.
The Rakshasa Death Qi was instantly torn to shreds; those undead rushing toward Di Tian stopped in mid-air, one by one, before they could even get close.
The undead Xiao Wu was the first to be struck by the claw shadow.
Her body was not torn apart, but rather erased directly by some higher-level power.
Starting from her chest, the undead Origin crumbled, and the grayish-white Death Qi was annihilated.
Next was Dai Mubai.
The White Tiger phantom let out a silent roar, only to be instantly shattered under the Dragon God Claw.
The Nether Phoenix flames of the undead Ma Hongjun had just ignited when they were torn into nothingness by the claw shadow.
Zhao Wuji, Tai Long, Flender, Liu Erlong, Qin Ming... one Undead Titled Douluo after another crumbled on the spot under the shadow of the Dragon God Claw.
Finally, it was Bibi Dong, Chrysanthemum Douluo, and Ghost Douluo.
The twin Death Spider Emperor phantoms behind the undead Bibi Dong tried to resist, but the Death Spider Emperor's spider legs were severed by the claw shadow just as they were raised.
The withered Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum of the undead Chrysanthemum Douluo was torn into ashes that filled the sky.
The undead Ghost Douluo tried to escape into the shadows, only to find that the surrounding space had been sealed by the Dragon God Claw, leaving him nowhere to run.
Boom—!
All eleven undead were shattered.
Black mist exploded.
Death Qi was annihilated.
The entire battlefield fell silent under this single claw strike.
Xiong Jun panted heavily, grinning.
"As expected of Di Tian."
Chi Wang, Zi Ji, and the Ten Thousand Demon King also breathed a sigh of relief simultaneously.
Bi Ji looked at the destroyed undead, a complex look flashing in her eyes.
Perhaps these undead were guilty or innocent in life.
But being manipulated into this state by Tang San after death was, in the end, a form of suffering.
Di Tian's claw strike seemed to have completely liberated them.
At least, that was what all the Ferocious beasts thought.
But the next moment, Tang San's laughter suddenly rang out.
"Haha..."
"Hahahaha!"
Tang San stood in the black mist, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
That claw strike just now had not only destroyed the undead but, through the connection between the undead and him, had backlashed against his Origin; on his chest, three claw marks deep enough to see bone had appeared.
Within the claw marks, the golden-black Dragon God power was constantly eroding, clashing crazily with the Rakshasa Divine Power.
Tang San's face was pale, and his aura was clearly chaotic.
Yet, he was laughing.
"Di Tian."
"The Dragon God Claw truly lives up to its reputation."
"To think it could destroy my undead Origin."
"And even injure me."
As he spoke, he raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes becoming increasingly crazed.
"Pity..."
"You can destroy them once."
"Can you destroy them a second time?"
As his voice fell, the Rakshasa divine mark on Tang San's forehead suddenly lit up.
The Rakshasa Demonic Scythe hovered before him.
A massive, purplish-black altar phantom slowly emerged behind him.
That was the rakshasa altar he had condensed using the souls of the slaughtered city and a large amount of Soul Beast Origin.
On the altar, one broken undead Origin after another lit up again.
Bi Ji's expression changed abruptly.
"They haven't completely disappeared?"
Di Tian's dragon eyes also sank slightly, a look of disbelief appearing on its face.
It saw the shattered Death Qi gathering again from all directions.
The figure of the undead Xiao Wu re-condensed first, though compared to before, her aura was significantly weaker, and fine cracks remained on the surface of her body.
Following that, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, Bibi Dong, Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, Flender, Liu Erlong, Zhao Wuji, Qin Ming, and Tai Long also stood up one after another from the black mist.
They had indeed been destroyed by the Dragon God Claw.
But Tang San had used the rakshasa altar to preserve a trace of their core imprint.
As long as the imprint did not perish, they could be reborn.
Di Tian's gaze turned completely cold.
"What an evil method."
Tang San's face was pale, but he smiled even more hideously.
"I said it."
"My undead cannot be killed."
"Di Tian, you can destroy them once, and I can resurrect them once."
"As long as I devour enough Origin, they will become even stronger."
Although he said this, Tang San's heart was not actually calm.
The Dragon God Claw had injured him, and it was a severe injury; that Dragon God power was constantly suppressing his Rakshasa Divine Power, making it difficult for him to continue fighting at full strength in the short term.
More importantly, Di Tian's claw strike just now had caused significant damage to the undead imprints within the rakshasa altar.
Although they had resurrected, the aura of these undead had clearly declined.
If there were a few more such strikes, he might not be able to preserve them.
Tang San's eyes were gloomy; he had originally thought that relying on the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe and the undead army would be enough to first devour Xiong Jun and Bi Ji, then gradually force out Di Tian.
But he had not expected that Di Tian's Dragon God Claw would actually counter his undead Origin.
He could not drag this out any longer.
At least for now, he could not fight to the death with Di Tian.
Tang San took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the churning Dragon God power in his chest.
"Di Tian."
"Consider yourself lucky today."
"When I truly complete the Ninth Trial of Rakshasa and condense my divine equipment, I will come back to take your Origin."
Xiong Jun roared:
"Want to leave?"
"Leave your life behind!"
Xiong Jun charged out again.
Chi Wang, Zi Ji, and the Ten Thousand Demon King also erupted with their auras simultaneously, preparing to join forces to keep Tang San there.
Di Tian even raised its dragon claw, and the aura of the Dragon God Claw condensed once more.
Tang San's expression changed.
He dared not take a second hit.
"Rakshasa Space, open!"
The Rakshasa Demonic Scythe slashed violently at the void.
A purplish-black crack was forcibly torn open; Tang San waved his hand, and all the undead turned into black mist, forcibly drawn by him into the rakshasa altar.
Xiong Jun's Dark Gold Terrorclaw had already slashed to close range.
Di Tian's Dragon God Claw also descended once again.
"When I want to leave, no one has ever been able to keep me."
Seeing this, a ruthless look flashed in Tang San's eyes; he actually detonated the un-devoured resentment of the Soul Beast souls nearby.
Boom—!
A large swath of purplish-black vengeful souls exploded, turning into a terrifying shockwave that forcibly blocked the Ferocious beasts for half a breath.
It was just this half-breath.
Dragging his heavily injured body, Tang San plunged into the Rakshasa Space crack.
Before leaving, his cold voice came from the crack.
"Di Tian."
"Xiong Jun."
"Bi Ji."
"Just you wait."
"This forest will sooner or later become my sacrificial ground."
"Next time, I will return with true Rakshasa divine equipment."
"By then, all you Ferocious beasts will die!"
The purplish-black crack closed.
Tang San disappeared.
In the forest, the Death Qi gradually dissipated, but the polluted earth, the slaughtered Soul Beasts, and the destroyed trees remained shocking to the eye.
Xiong Jun stood in place, its chest heaving violently.
It wanted to pursue, but Tang San had already escaped using the Rakshasa Space, and there was simply no way to follow.
Chi Wang angrily spat out a mouthful of flames, burning away the remaining Rakshasa Death Qi.
"Damned human!"
The Ten Thousand Demon King's voice was gloomy:
"He has not been completely defeated."
"He has only temporarily retreated."
Zi Ji looked at Di Tian and said in a deep voice:
"Beast God, if he recovers and comes again, I fear it will be even more troublesome."
Di Tian did not speak immediately.
It looked down at its own dragon claw.
The Dragon God Claw had indeed destroyed all the undead just now.
It had also injured Tang San.
But those undead had actually resurrected again.
This indicated that Tang San had bound the undead core to the rakshasa altar; as long as the altar was not destroyed, the undead would be difficult to completely eliminate.
And Tang San himself still had the Divine Artifact, the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe.
If he truly completed the Ninth Trial and condensed the Rakshasa divine equipment, the situation would be even more dangerous than it was now.
Bi Ji slowly descended, her wings scattering emerald-green radiance, and began to treat the injured Xiong Jun, Chi Wang, and the other Ferocious beasts; looking at the corpses of the Soul Beasts covering the ground, her eyes were filled with sorrow as she said:
"This time, the losses to the Star Dou Great Forest are too great."
Xiong Jun gritted its teeth and said:
"When he comes next time, I will definitely tear him to shreds!"
Di Tian raised its head, its golden dragon eyes looking into the distance.
"No need to wait for him to come."
"Tang San has completely fallen into Rakshasa."
"He will not only target the Star Dou Great Forest."
"The entire continent will become his target."
Zi Ji frowned and asked:
"Then what should we do?"
Di Tian was silent for a moment.
Then, it said slowly:
"Wait."
Xiong Jun was puzzled:
"Wait for what?"
Di Tian looked toward the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest.
There, in a distant direction, a faint, cyan-golden life aura was rapidly approaching.
That aura was completely opposite to Tang San's Rakshasa Death Qi.
Gentle, vast, and endless.
It even carried a trace of the majesty of the sea.
Di Tian's gaze flickered slightly.
"Wait for another human."
"A human who can truly counter Rakshasa Divine Power."
Bi Ji seemed to have sensed something, a glimmer of hope appearing in her eyes.
"This life aura..."
"Is it him?"
Di Tian did not answer, merely gazing into the distance, its voice low:
"Tang San wants to become a god through death."
"Then let's see if life will allow him to reach the final step."
At the edge of the forest in the distance, a blue-golden stream of light was tearing through the night, rushing toward the core area of the Star Dou Great Forest at high speed; Tang Chuan had arrived.
Meanwhile, above Spirit City, golden light shone brilliantly.
From the moment Qian Renxue stepped out of the Angel God Temple, the entire Spirit City seemed to be enveloped by a real sun.
The night retreated, and the dark clouds melted away.
The fear that had previously shrouded the continent due to Tang San's city-slaughtering soul-devouring seemed to have been torn open at this moment by that blazing Angel Holy Light.
In front of the Priest Hall.
Qian Renxue hovered in mid-air, her six wings unfurled behind her, each feather seemingly condensed from pure golden divine fire.
The Angel divine equipment covered her entire body; holy, noble, and majestic, the Angelic Sacred Sword in her hand emitted a light that no one dared to look at directly.
She was no longer the Young Lord of the Spirit Empire.
Nor was she just the successor of the Angel God.
She was the true Angel God.
A Tier 1 Divinity.
Angel God, Qian Renxue.
In Spirit City, all Soul Masters knelt simultaneously; even those unruly Elders of Spirit Hall dared not look up to face her Divine Might at this moment.
Golden Crocodile Douluo stood in front of the Priest Hall, his injuries not yet fully recovered, but when he saw the moment Qian Renxue truly became a god, a look of excitement finally appeared on his aged face.
"High Priest..."
He murmured softly.
"Did you see that?"
"The Young Lord has succeeded."
"My Spirit Hall finally has a god."
Qian Renxue lowered her head slowly.
Her gaze swept across the entire Spirit City.
She could see the fear in the soldiers in the city, and she could also see the fanaticism in their eyes.
Tang San's city-slaughtering soul-devouring, the rise of the Rakshasa Divine Court, the destruction of Shrek, the turmoil in the Star Dou Great Forest.
The current Douluo Continent was no longer as simple as a struggle between three kingdoms.
The Divine War had begun.
Yet the more this was the case, the more determined Qian Renxue became in her intention to unify the continent; she had to completely suppress the resistance of the two great Empires, Heaven Dou and Star Luo, before Tang San completely finished his Rakshasa God Position.
Only by unifying the continent and concentrating all Soul Master power would the Spirit Empire have the possibility of facing the coming Divine War.
Otherwise, the entire continent would only become a Rakshasa sacrificial ground for him to devour city by city.
Qian Renxue slowly raised the Angelic Sacred Sword.
A golden sword light soared into the sky.
The next moment, her cold and majestic voice spread throughout the entire Spirit City.
"Transmit the order."
"The entire Spirit Empire army is to assemble."
"Within seven days, split into two routes to counterattack Heaven Dou and Star Luo."
"Those who surrender may live."
"Those who resist shall be beheaded."
"This god intends to end this meaningless war in the shortest possible time."
As the voice fell, the entire city shook.
The eyes of countless Spirit Empire Soul Masters filled with fanaticism.
"Long live the Angel God!"
"Long live the Spirit Empire!"
"Long live the Young Lord!"
The cheers rose in waves.
Yet Qian Renxue just stood quietly in mid-air, her face devoid of any joy.
She knew this was not victory.
This was only a step that had to be completed before a greater storm arrived.
Tang San was devouring souls to become a god.
Tang Chuan was walking the path of the Sea God and Life.
And she, in the name of the Angel God, had to forcibly push the continental war to its end.
...Three days later.
The Spirit Empire army set out; a million-strong army marched out from Spirit City, with the Soul Master Legion as the vanguard, heavy cavalry in the center, and spirit guidance ordnance and crossbow battalions in the rear.
Above the sky, hundreds of flying Soul Masters marched in formation.
On the ground, the banners of the Spirit Empire were like a forest.
The golden Angel flags fluttered in the wind; wherever they passed, cities trembled and passes fell.
The two great Empires, Heaven Dou and Star Luo, had originally wanted to take advantage of the Spirit Empire's previous setbacks to counterattack, but they had not expected Qian Renxue to become a god at this very moment.
The gap between a god and a Mortal simply could not be made up by military strength.
The Spirit Empire's Eastern Route Army pressed directly on Heaven Dou.
The Western Route Army pinned down Star Luo.
And Qian Renxue herself personally commanded the Heaven Dou direction.
She did not hide, nor did she need to.
Golden divine light streaked across the sky, like a sun hanging above the Spirit Empire army.
Wherever she went, the morale of the Heaven Dou Empire's defending troops instantly collapsed.
The first border fortress only held out for half an hour.
Just as the defending Soul Masters released their defensive barrier, Qian Renxue merely swung her sword lightly.
The Angelic Sacred Sword slashed down.
The golden sword light landed on the city wall.
Boom—!
The heavy city gate, along with the defensive spirit guidance array, exploded into pieces.
Hundreds of defending troops were blasted away.
But Qian Renxue did not continue the slaughter.
She merely hovered in the air, her voice transmitting coldly from above:
"Open the gates and surrender."
"This god does not kill those who surrender."
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