Huang Shi prepared to rush forward to finish the job, but just as he was about to, a hysterical scream of pure rage erupted from the distance.
"FUCK! YOU HAVE SOME SORT OF TECHNIQUE THAT BURNS OFF MY SPIRITUAL ENERGY!
YOU ALSO HAVE SOMETHING THAT FUCKING STOPS ME FROM HEALING MY WOUNDS! FUCK!"
Huang Bai's red eyes glowed with the light of a man who knew he was cornered.
"IF THAT'S THE CASE, LET'S JUST SETTLE THIS WITH ONE ATTACK! EITHER YOU DIE, OR I DIE!"
Huang Bai raised his scaled arms, beginning a last-ditch effort—sacrificing his vitality, his very flesh, and his remaining spiritual energy for one final chance at a counterattack.
The black lightning surrounding him turned violent and chaotic, humming with a frequency so high it made his body tremble under the strain.
Before long, a massive, fifty-meter-long black lightning dragon manifested in the sky above him. Its eyes were a piercing red, and its scales shimmered with a sickly violet hue, mirroring his own demonic transformation. It looked vile and disgusting, despite its tremendously powerful aura.
[Azure Dragon Thunderform Body – Demonic Black Dragon]
"HAHAHAH! DIE! DIE! DIE!"
WHOOSH!
As the massive black dragon tore down from the skies, the tremendous pressure of the approaching attack seemed to paralyze Huang Shi.
He stared in both awe and fear at the incoming strike. Just as it seemed he would stay still and die right then and there, a voice resounded in his ears—a voice that lit a flame within him, a spark that screamed he would not be outdone.
"Do you want me to help?"
The voice was soft and regal. He could almost picture the speaker, someone he had nearly forgotten existed amidst the blood and wounds of the battle.
Ah, shit... am I really going to have to ask for help from Bai Xinyue? Fuck that.
Without another thought, Huang Shi began to gather all the spiritual energy remaining in his body, commencing his own last-ditch effort.
THRUM!
A golden sea of flames burst into being around him, spreading for tens of meters. His fleshy body started to hum with power as sparks of crimson lightning erupted from it once again, making him look like a god of calamity. His Primordial Sunfyre Halo glowed with an all-consuming golden light—a radiance that painted him as a divine being rather than a mere mortal.
Once more, he raised his right hand, slowly gathering the sea of flames into it, feeding the fire and tempering its power. Finally, he finished concentrating the flames into a massive golden ball.
RUMBLE!
The sphere of fire sparked into life as runes appeared on its surface. He recognized some as symbols for chaos and entropy, others as the characters for fire, but nothing more. The heat was so condensed that the very ground beneath him began to melt. The light from the sphere drove out the darkness as a powerful golden radiance spread.
Instinctively, he felt that adding the crimson lightning to this attack would destabilize it, causing it to explode and kill him instantly. Instead, he used the lightning to reinforce his body, ensuring it could withstand the massive strain.
What he had created was different from his [Sunfyre Imperial Sphere]; it was an idea he had harbored ever since he first started shaping his golden flames for combat: Can I use the power of my golden sun as an attack?
It was a crazy idea. He felt such a feat might be possible in the future—directly summoning the suns from inside his body—but for now, that was impossible.
So instead, he settled on creating a replica, a projection. He used his understanding of Sunfyre and the increased control provided by his Primordial Sunfyre Halo to achieve this, but he was only barely successful.
If one looked closely, his entire body was trembling, his lips were twitching, and his face was deathly pale.
It was clear that creating even a replica of one of his suns was causing a tremendous amount of strain. This was why he didn't even try to summon a second projection of his crimson sun; he expected that to only be possible once he reached the True Profound Realm of cultivation.
As the demonic black dragon roared toward him, time seemed to slow. He slowly raised his right hand and pushed forward. The massive golden sphere—no, the massive golden sun—rushed upward to meet the black dragon in the sky, looking like a majestic celestial body.
[NINE SUN IMMORTAL CODEX… GOLDEN SUN OF PURIFYING FLAMES]
WHOOSH!
Huang Bai had long since lost his arrogant spirit. As he stared at the giant, glowing golden sun, goosebumps rose all over his skin while a sense of hopeless fear erupted from within.
He felt as if this golden "sun" was his archnemesis—an existence he should flee from to avoid being annihilated.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING?! YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!"
The moment the golden sun and the black dragon collided, the world went deathly silent, as if the meeting of these two titanic forces had swallowed all sound.
For a few seconds, the two clashing powers remained still, painting a beautiful picture of light and dark.
But the stalemate didn't last. The light won against the dark with overwhelming strength.
BOOM!
An all-encompassing wave of light and incinerating heat erupted from the point of contact.
The black dragon didn't stand a chance; the second its snout touched the surface of the golden sun, the beast began to disintegrate. The golden flames broke through its defenses like they were nothing. Its massive frame melted, and its spiritual energy evaporated like thin frost meeting the summer noon sun.
The black dragon was stripped away layer by layer, its demonic malice burning off into the air. The golden sun didn't explode; instead, it pulsated, releasing a light so brilliant it washed out every other color in existence. The forest, the sky, and the very air were bleached into a singular, shimmering shade of gold.
"AHHHHHHHHHH! NOOOOO!!!"
Huang Bai's scream was the only thing that pierced the haze—a high-pitched, agonizing wail as his greatest technique, and his very soul, were slowly erased from the world.
Chapter 106: Nine Sun Immortal Codex – Golden Sun of Purifying Flames