Chapter 216 Poison Undying is defeated and his life hangs in the balance!
At this moment, Upon hearing Du Busi's words, Long Xiaoyao glanced at the other party's death-defying expression and then let out a disdainful snort.
He shook his head slightly, showing no emotion at the resolute decision of the poison-free method. He simply raised his right hand, and pale gray soul power began to gather in his palm.
"You don't know what's good for you."
Long Xiaoyao was about to step forward and completely eliminate this eyesore.
However, just as he raised his fingers, a pale hand with an eerie red tinge gently pressed down on his shoulder.
Ye Xishui stopped him.
Her red eyes looked at Long Xiaoyao, a faint smile curving her lips, her voice gentle yet carrying an undeniable command: "Xiaoyao, step back."
Long Xiaoyao's hand froze in mid-air.
He turned his head, looked at the woman beside him, remained silent for a moment, then slowly lowered his hand, took two steps back, and gestured for her to enter.
"Okay, then you can handle it."
Ye Xishui withdrew her hand and slowly walked forward.
With each step she took, the temperature of the surrounding air dropped a few degrees.
She stood ten meters in front of Du Bu Si, slowly opening her arms, and the fluctuations of her soul power began to change.
With a flash of cold red light, a tall, humanoid puppet with red glowing joints appeared beside her.
The puppet's body had no skin; instead, it was entirely pieced together from various biological tissues, and a musty, bloody stench quickly spread. This was her martial spirit, the Blood Soul Demon Puppet.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Xishui flipped her left hand, and a small, pitch-black tower appeared out of thin air.
The tower was covered with countless grooves, each engraved with intricate formations. This was the ninth-level soul tool, the Tower of Death.
Ye Xishui placed her right hand on the tower of the Tower of Death and frantically poured her soul power into it.
At the top of the tower, an extremely thin beam of light, exuding an aura of destruction, condensed.
"This is your choice; you won't die from the poison."
Ye Xishui tapped her finger lightly.
A grayish-white ray shot out from the top of the tower, heading straight for Poison Undying's chest.
The attack was so fast that Du Bu Si didn't even have time to dodge. He could only instinctively turn to the side and block his chest with his left arm.
"puff!"
The ray pierced through Poison Immortal's left shoulder, leaving a charred hole.
Poison Undying groaned, his body being pushed backward by the powerful impact, finally crashing heavily into a stone pillar on the execution platform.
He glanced down at the wound that was still emitting black smoke and could clearly feel the rays constantly eroding his muscle tissue.
This energy is more destructive than any attack encountered before.
Poison Undying realized that if things continued like this, he would die here.
He held nothing back, took a deep breath, and unleashed his full soul power.
"Physical Martial Soul, Second Awakening!"
With a loud roar, a layer of hard, bluish-gray keratin appeared on the surface of his originally imposing body.
Immediately afterwards, his body rapidly expanded, growing from two meters tall to five meters, and his muscles became as hard as granite.
This is his true martial spirit form, and also the strongest combat form he can currently achieve.
He stomped his feet hard on the ground, and the entire execution platform shook under the force. He turned into a bluish-gray afterimage and rushed towards Ye Xishui.
Ye Xishui looked calmly at the approaching Poison Undying.
The Blood Soul Puppet beside her let out a piercing scream.
With that shrill whistle, the chests of the Imperial Guards who had just died on the battlefield around the square burst open, and wisps of pale red smoke drifted out from them—the resentment of the dead.
These resentments did not dissipate, but rather, as if drawn by some force, they all converged on the Blood Soul Demon Puppet beside Ye Xishui.
The Blood Soul Puppet absorbed these resentments, its entire body radiating a brilliant red light, and continuously supplied energy to the Tower of Death through the connected soul power channel.
The Tower of Death trembled once more.
This time, what shot out from the top of the tower was no longer a single ray, but a dense network of energy.
"Sizzle sizzle sizzle—"
The moment these grayish-white rays touched the massive body of the Undying Poison, they were like red-hot irons cutting into ice.
Poison Undying swung his enormous fist in an attempt to shatter the beams, but the rays seemed endless, and with each collision, a large chunk of his true form was shaved off.
His charge was abruptly halted by these dense rays.
"Get out of my way!"
Poison Undying swung his fists, trying to tear open the energy net, but every time he tore open a gap, more rays filled the void.
The cuticle on his body began to crack under the continuous blows, and blood mixed with gray energy gushed out.
On the other side of the square, several titled Douluo elders of the Body Sect, seeing their sect leader trapped, wanted to leave the battle to provide support.
"Our sect leader is in danger, let's all rush together!"
However, before they could put their ideas into action, several shadows blocked their path from the side. Those were several other elders of the Holy Spirit Cult.
"Your opponent is us."
An elder of the Holy Spirit Cult chuckled hoarsely, and a staff engraved with a skull appeared in his hand.
The two sides immediately engaged in a chaotic battle.
Several elders of the Body Sect were tightly bound by the powerful members of the Holy Spirit Sect and were unable to spare any effort to help Poison Undying.
Liu Yuan stood in the shadows, dozens of meters away from the battle.
He watched this scene, his fists clenched tightly.
He could clearly feel that Poison Undying was being completely suppressed by Ye Xishui's Tower of Death. The gap between a high-level Title Douluo and a Limit Douluo could not be bridged by the second awakening of a martial soul.
He wanted to rush forward, but he knew very well that in a battle of this magnitude, given his current strength, there was no point in him going there except to die.
"Still not strong enough!"
Liu Yuan gritted his teeth. He knew very well that he was already very strong compared to his peers.
However, compared to the top experts on the Douluo Continent, they are still far inferior!
In the center of the battlefield, Poison Undying roared again, attempting to force his way to Ye Xishui for close combat. However, under Ye Xishui's control, the Blood Soul Puppet blocked his way, grabbing Poison Undying's waist and immobilizing him.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Tower of Death fired another powerful ray, which accurately struck Poison Undying in the chest.
"boom!"
After a loud crash, Poison Undying was knocked to the ground by the blow.
His martial spirit body shattered instantly under this attack, and his originally five-meter-tall body rapidly shrank back to its original size.
Poison Undying lay in a pool of blood, his face as pale as paper.
He struggled to stand up, but then spat out another mouthful of dark red blood.
He coughed repeatedly, and the excruciating pain in his lungs made it almost impossible for him to breathe.
Ye Xishui walked slowly to him, looking down at the Sect Master of the Body Sect.
Looking at Du Busi, who was lying in a pool of blood and had difficulty even standing up, Liu Yuan felt as if his heart was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.
Oh no, the teacher is in trouble!
Without any hesitation, he immediately sank his consciousness into the depths of his sea of consciousness and let out an almost roaring call to that deep, dark space.
"Old Master Yi!"
"Elder Yi, tell me, how is the situation on Xue Di's side? How is her recovery progressing?"
(End of chapter)