"Buzz—!"
An indescribable, terrifying pressure erupted with Long Xiaoyao at its center.
Darkness Holy Dragon Martial Soul possession.
As nine spirit rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, red, red—shone brightly.
His already tall frame seemed to grow even taller, and fine, noble pitch-black dragon scales emerged on his skin, shimmering with a dark luster.
His hands transformed into hideous dragon claws, their tips flickering with a cold light that seemed to tear through space.
Behind him, an incredibly solid and massive phantom of a Darkness Holy Dragon, seemingly large enough to support the heavens and earth, suddenly appeared.
The phantom was entirely covered in dragon scales as deep as the night.
The dragon's head was majestic, and its massive eyes were like two black holes, swallowing all surrounding light.
The moment the phantom appeared, a visible black shockwave suddenly expanded in a ring.
"Rumble—!"
Wherever the shockwave passed, the earth cracked like a fragile eggshell, with bottomless ravines spreading out.
Several surrounding peaks could not withstand the pressure and began to collapse from mid-mountain; boulders tumbled down, and dust rose like dragons.
Thousands of trees were uprooted and then swallowed and annihilated by the pure dark energy in the air, leaving not even a fragment behind.
The air let out overburdened explosive booms, and space began to warp, revealing fine black cracks.
This was the might of a Limit Douluo; every movement could tear through space.
The Dark Prison Demon Owl's terrifying Shadow Erosion Storm, the moment it touched the Darkness Holy Dragon phantom, dissolved and collapsed silently like snow meeting a scorching sun, failing to harm Long Xiaoyao in the slightest.
A hint of fear flashed in the Dark Prison Demon Owl's pale pupils, but its ferocity remained undiminished as it launched another attack.
Its pair of huge white pupils suddenly lit up, and two pale white light beams as thick as water barrels shot out.
This light beam was not an energy impact, but was infused with death and resentment; wherever it passed, space seemed to be "killed," leaving a frozen, lifeless, pale trail, and even the air stopped flowing.
This was a terrifying skill that directly attacked the Origin of life and the Soul.
Xiaoyao's dragonified face remained as calm as a still well as he raised a dragon claw and lightly gripped toward those two Netherworld Death Rays.
Eighth Spirit Ability, Darkness Annihilation.
In front of his palm, space suddenly collapsed, forming a miniature black hole.
Those two Netherworld Death Rays, enough to make a Super Douluo turn pale, were like a clay ox entering the sea, directly swallowed, crushed, and reduced to nothingness by that miniature black hole, without causing the slightest ripple.
Seeing the attack was ineffective, the Dark Prison Demon Owl let out a shrill shriek, and the deep purple patterns all over its body lit up brightly; its massive body seemed to instantly split into thousands of afterimages that were difficult to distinguish between real and illusory, each carrying unparalleled darkness energy as they launched suicidal attacks on Long Xiaoyao from all angles.
Its figures filled the sky, and the sharp sound of breaking through the air was ear-splitting.
Long Xiaoyao finally moved.
He moved with profound steps, his figure flickering like Gui Mei amidst the sky-filling attacks.
With every flicker, he appeared exactly in the gaps between attacks; those dark wings, sharp enough to cut through gold and jade, always grazed past the corner of his clothes by a hair's breadth.
His movements were elegant and precise, as if dancing on the tip of a blade, yet carrying a composure that looked down upon all living beings.
For the occasional attack he could not completely avoid, he simply made a casual swipe with his claw, and his extremely concentrated darkness Soul Power would shred those Clone afterimages along with the attacks, like a hot knife through butter.
Unable to land a hit and instead being toyed with, the Dark Prison Demon Owl finally felt a fatal fear.
It let out an unwilling shriek and flapped its wings violently, its darkness energy boiling as it intended to tear through space and flee a thousand miles away.
"Want to leave?"
Long Xiaoyao spoke for the first time; his voice was calm yet carried a daunting majesty.
He lightly pressed his dragon claw toward the Void Realm ahead.
Silent Darkness Domain, open.
In just an instant, the entire world seemed as if its mute button had been pressed.
The wind stopped, sounds disappeared, and even light seemed to be swallowed by an invisible curtain.
With Long Xiaoyao as the center, an absolute darkness, absolute silence spherical Domain expanded rapidly, instantly enveloping the Dark Prison Demon Owl, which was already half-integrated into space.
Within this Domain, the Dark Prison Demon Owl felt all its connections with the outside world severed, and even space was completely frozen; its ability to tear through space instantly failed.
It discovered in horror that the darkness power it controlled became extremely docile within the Domain, even starting to bind it in reverse.
It was like an insect caught in amber, struggling desperately but to no avail.
Long Xiaoyao extended his finger, and extreme darkness Soul Power condensed at his fingertip.
In the next moment, a black light ray so thin it was almost invisible crossed through space and instantly sank into the Dark Prison Demon Owl's body.
"Gah—!"
The Dark Prison Demon Owl let out an extremely shrill wail that could not be transmitted out.
Its massive body trembled violently, and the boiling darkness energy around it quickly dissipated like a punctured balloon; the pale light in its double pupils also dimmed, becoming cloudy and lifeless.
It was not dead, but its Soul Core, Meridians, and Soul were all instantly Sealed and heavily damaged by an irresistible dark force; it completely lost all ability to resist and fell from the sky like a kite with a broken string, heavily crashing onto the messy and battered ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Long Xiaoyao retracted his Martial Soul possession, and the Darkness Holy Dragon phantom dissipated; he still hung quietly in mid-air, his silver hair immaculate, as if the one who had just transformed heaven and earth and suppressed a One Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Beast with a simple gesture was not him.
On the cliff, Fei Yan was already too shocked to speak.
If it were her, she could also defeat the Dark Prison Demon Owl, but she would have had no way to stop such a flight-type Soul Beast if it wanted to escape.
Moreover, although the Dark Prison Demon Owl was a darkness-attribute Soul Beast, it clearly had a talent in the aspect of space.
If Long Xiaoyao hadn't released his Domain, it really would have escaped.
Seeing that Long Xiaoyao had completely suppressed and Sealed the fiercely flaming Dark Prison Demon Owl, Fei Yan then brought Castorice and flew down from the distant cliff, landing lightly on the edge of the messy battlefield.
Stepping on the ground that was full of cracks and still lingering with pure dark aura, Castorice did not look at that dying One Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Beast first, but instead raised her deep purple eyes to look at the silver-haired figure in the air who was as imposing as a mountain and as deep as an abyss.
The usual cold expression on her face softened slightly, and with a hint of respect for an elder, she spoke:
"Thank you for your trouble, Uncle Long."
Her voice was as cold as ever, but the meaning within was entirely different from when she treated others.
As the Personal Disciple of Death God Douluo Ye Xishui, her seniority within the Holy Spirit Cult was extremely high, being of the same generation as Cult Leader Zhong Liwu.
Speaking of which, even if Yan Shaozhe, the dean of Shrek Academy, met her, he would theoretically be a generation junior—though Yan Shaozhe himself was completely unaware of this.
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