Any soul master whose cultivation had surpassed five rings possessed the potential to ignite the fire of life. This burning life force could instantly elevate their cultivation to an astonishing level.
But once ignited, the soul master would begin to overdraw their very life essence. Within a short time, it would inevitably lead to death.
Xue Jiu understood this all too clearly. The internal ambush from the Abyssal Emperors—if they couldn't hold the line here and now, the entire Blood God Legion would be doomed. No matter the cost, the Blood God Formation could not collapse. Even if that cost was his own life.
This was his honor. The honor belonging to the former Blood Nine!
Xue Er had just repelled the evil soul master who attacked him, but as he turned and caught sight of his son, his eyes turned blood-red. As one of the formation's cores, he couldn't leave his post. But being blood-bonded to his son, he could feel Xue Jiu's life force soaring—burning with frightening speed. He knew exactly what that meant.
Holy flames of life coiled around Xue Jiu as he exhaled a soft sigh. His right hand lifted, and a long spear appeared, gleaming with a golden, sacred radiance. He thrust it forward to clash directly with the dark magic sword of the enemy.
A crisp ringing filled the air as Xue Jiu's body and spear both trembled. Shock filled his eyes. Even while igniting his life flame, he found himself struggling to stop the evil soul master's attack. The opponent's power was simply too overwhelming. Both were three-word battle armor masters, yet the gap was still insurmountable.
In an instant, Xue Jiu realized: the woman before him must have already reached level 97 or higher!
At level 95, one became a Super Douluo, and every level beyond that represented an exponential leap in strength. Even his father, Xue Er—who stood at level 97—might not be able to suppress this woman one-on-one.
These thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning. He spat out a mouthful of blood, which ignited mid-air and turned into golden-red flames. The fire cascaded down onto his spear, and in a flash, a blinding light erupted from it. Even the evil soul master's expression wavered at the sight.
Her dark sword pulsed with ominous light as the twin horns on her head darkened to a deep violet. The collision between sword and spear twisted the very space around them.
Xue Jiu's three-word battle armor shattered to pieces and exploded, unleashing a metal storm that swept toward the enemy. At the same time, fine streams of blood burst from every pore on his body, joining the blaze of his life flame, intensifying it to terrifying proportions.
A glimmer of surprise flickered in the evil soul master's purple eyes. The attack she had expected to end the battle easily had turned into a hard-fought struggle thanks to her opponent's indomitable will.
She was forced to pull her dark sword back and manifest a purple-black shield of energy to block the burning spear.
As the flames finally died down, tears streamed down Xue Er's face. He had only one son. No matter how strict he had been with him over the years, he was still a father. Now, watching helplessly as his son stood at the brink of death… his heart shattered.
His soul collapsed. But through his tears, he saw a smile on Xue Jiu's face—bloody, but bright.
That smile seemed to say: Dad, I didn't embarrass you. I didn't let down the Blood God Legion.
But for Xue Er, none of that mattered anymore. All he wanted… was for his son to survive.
'Please… save him.'
Gu You had seen it all. As the core of the Blood God Formation, he couldn't move. But if he could, not one of those nine evil soul masters would escape alive.
Xue Jiu must not die.
Gu You's gaze sharpened. He said it himself. We cannot let heroes die in vain.
He once lacked the strength—but now, he was different.
Endless abyssal energy, purified by the formation, surged toward the sector where Xue Jiu fought. Simultaneously, massive amounts of life force followed.
The life energy level of the entire Blood God Formation rose again!
The fire of life burned through vitality—and only with an uninterrupted supply of it could the flame keep burning without consuming the soul entirely.
As long as Gu You kept pouring life force into Xue Jiu, the youth wouldn't die.
But even so, this was no perfect solution. Once ignited, the life flame was nearly impossible to extinguish. All Gu You could do was sustain him for as long as the battle lasted. Whether Xue Jiu would survive afterward depended on himself—if he could control the flame inside him, he had a full chance at living.
…
The Blood God Formation had been thrown into chaos, and now a true life-and-death war raged.
Thunderous roars and terrifying energy storms ravaged the Abyssal Passage. Countless abyssal creatures were shredded apart. The power of the ninth-level fixed-installation soul guidance cannon was devastating—far beyond anything the abyssal beings remembered.
Six thousand years ago, they had faced such weapons, but the human coalition had been cautious not to harm their own, thus holding back. Here, however, deep within the sealed Abyssal Passage, there was no fear of friendly fire. When Mingjing Douluo Zhang Huanyun hurled that explosive projectile toward the seven charging Abyssal Emperors, he completely disrupted their assault.
Black wings stretched out like a sky-covering curtain. Hei Di shielded the other six emperors behind her. Her Devourer Demon Mist spread wide, clashing with the devastating metal storm.
To protect her comrades, she had taken the full brunt of the fixed-installation cannon's explosion. Even with her immense cultivation, her aura noticeably diminished under that intense energy blast.
Such explosive power couldn't even be absorbed by the Devourer Demon Mist.
At that moment, light flared from the seventh soul ring on Zhang Huanyun's body. The mirror behind him—the Mirror of Enlightenment—grew enormous, over a hundred meters in diameter. In a flash, his body fused into the mirror itself.
Mirror True Form!
"Gu You!" he shouted.
"Here!"
Behind Gu You, the massive phantom of an ancient divine elephant surged with light. Empowered by the Blood God Formation, his golden spear pointed toward the heavens.
With the formation's amplification, his aura had reached an unimaginable peak.
Suddenly, the nine elemental spirits of the Douluo Plane—the Spirits of Earth, Wind, Water, Fire, Light, Darkness, Space, Time, and Life—rushed into his spear.
Hei Di, still recovering from the blast, had no time to rest. Her figure shot into the sky, and with a single finger, she pointed directly at Gu You. Behind her, the six Abyssal Emperors unleashed their own power simultaneously.
Their only target: Gu You.
But just as their combined attack was about to descend—
(End of Chapter)
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