"Break for me!"
Gu You roared ferociously, his eyes bloodshot with fury. At that moment, two more divine rings flared to life behind him.
A terrifying aura burst from both his arms, surging outward like a tidal wave.
Crack—!
Space shattered.
And as the fabric of reality splintered, his ninth soul ring suddenly lit up—a glorious rose-gold hue.
The Domain of Origin Annihilation, the Ice and Snow Domain…!
All the domains Gu You could command were unleashed simultaneously.
The world was instantly transformed, becoming like a stunning, distorted oil painting of reality.
Nine-colored radiance danced across the sky. And at the center of it all, stood only one figure—Gu You.
Space continued to collapse inward. Even the Sacred Monarch didn't escape unscathed—his pristine, seven-fingered hand had already turned into nine-colored crystal.
As the master of an entire plane, the Sacred Monarch had projected part of his true body into a foreign, unconquered realm—naturally, he had to endure fierce resistance from the entire Douluo Plane itself.
That seven-fingered alabaster hand descended again, ignoring all forces and resistance as it reached toward Gu You.
"Even if the heavens weigh down on me and the earth seeks to crush me, I, Gu You, remain invincible!"
Gu You's eyes gleamed with savage defiance. The seals of the Purple-Gold Dragon Emperor and even the Golden Dragon King within him were cracking apart!
His aura could no longer be described as human.
His two-word battle armor couldn't withstand the pressure—it began to fracture and collapse.
"Zi—Huang—Extinguish—the—World!"
A terrifying surge of destructive energy shot into the sky like a meteor. Though this soul skill had been bestowed by the fabled fortune beast—known for bestowing destiny—it had now been completely corrupted into a force of annihilation.
Even his once rose-gold ninth soul ring had turned into a deep purple-black.
The destruction was so intense, it smothered every trace of life energy in the surroundings.
"Perish!"
Gu You raised his hand, and the sky itself trembled. A torrent of destruction swept across the heavens.
This wasn't just ordinary soul power—it was the might of the entire plane!
That's right—Gu You had borrowed the power of the Douluo Plane's destructive force to unleash this ultimate ninth soul skill.
"No… Impossible! How could you possess such power?" The Sacred Monarch's voice finally showed fear and rage.
The collision between divine powers shook the entire Douluo Star.
At that moment, all powerful beings—anyone above Titled Douluo—looked skyward.
That convergence of destruction…
Not just the Douluo Continent, but even Dou Ling and Star Luo felt it.
At the Spirit Pagoda headquarters, Qian Gu Dongfeng shot to his window like lightning, gazing into the distance. As an Extreme Douluo, he could sense everything clearly.
'Impossible. This level of power shouldn't exist in this world unless someone has ascended to godhood. But didn't the Divine Realm already collapse? Could it have returned?'
BOOM—!
A tidal wave of violet aurora surged into the heavens, colliding head-on with the Sacred Monarch's massive, seven-fingered hand.
"Why?! Why?! I hid for six thousand years—all to devour the Douluo Plane! And yet now, after six thousand years, someone like you appears! If I had known, I would have destroyed you three thousand years ago, regardless of the cost!"
"This battle cannot be avoided! You've risen too far! If you're allowed to grow, the Abyss will fall! That's why—regardless of cost, even if my true self must descend, human… you must die!"
A shockwave of destruction spread out in a massive arc—no one emerged unscathed from this exchange.
"The Abyssal Plane… descends upon Douluo once more!"
A pitch-black pillar of light surged from the abyssal rift. Instantly, countless abyssal creatures poured forth.
The number of Abyssal Emperors that emerged was uncountable.
"This is bad!" Unfeeling Douluo cried out, his face filled with dread.
He had never expected that this Abyssal Tide would trigger a full-scale invasion from the entire Abyssal Plane.
'How are we supposed to hold them off?'
Just the Blood God Battalion? And two Extreme Douluos?
Gu You had reached a level beyond godhood, but even if he could hold off the Sacred Monarch, what about the other Emperors?
How could they possibly defend against that?
"Huanyun! Notify the Federation—request immediate reinforcements from the Central Legion! Call for support from the Three Great Organizations—every extreme powerhouse we have!"
Unfeeling Douluo's four-word battle armor glowed, and his aura surged to near-god levels.
"And you?" Zhang Huanyun shouted.
"Me?" Unfeeling Douluo smiled coldly. His blade soared skyward. "I'll hold them back! Together with the Blood God Battalion, we'll stop this ancient war—right here, right now!"
"Soldiers of the Blood God Battalion—are you afraid?!"
"NO! Life and death, we stand with the general!"
"With the general!"
The cries of ten thousand warriors echoed through the mountains, shaking even Zhang Huanyun to his core.
'Can Unfeeling really hold them off alone?'
He grinned.
"No way I'm letting you hog all the glory, Old Cao. Let someone else call for help—we're going to war!"
"Agreed! Until our reinforcements arrive, not one abyssal creature shall pass our line!"
Both of them ignited their Flames of Life.
In that moment, their strength soared to divine levels—even if only for a brief time.
...
What now?
This was a true First-Class God.
Even without a god seat, the Abyssal Sacred Monarch had reached the divine level. If he ever entered the Divine Realm, he'd become a God King.
Gu You felt a tinge of regret.
He regretted using his full power—regretted forcing the Sacred Monarch to act at full strength.
The final battle between the Douluo Plane and the Abyss… had come prematurely!
What could he do now? He could only hold off the Sacred Monarch.
But what about the rest?
Could the Douluo Plane withstand the assault of so many Abyssal Emperors?
Would they survive?
"She's here."
Yes!
Gu You's eyes sharpened.
With Gu Yue here, there's no way she would allow the Douluo Plane to fall to the Abyss.
"Sacred Monarch, you want to kill me, don't you? But this little battlefield is too cramped. If we're going to settle things, it should be somewhere else."
Gu You spoke calmly toward the black abyssal light rising from the rift. Without waiting for a reply, he shot into the sky.
He vanished into the clouds.
At the same moment, a black light surged after him—so powerful it crushed the Douluo Plane's power beneath its weight.
"Interesting," came the Sacred Monarch's voice.
(End of Chapter)
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