The dark-gold blood mist churned like a living entity, with countless snake shadows shrieking and lunging through the fog.
The soul-corrosive force instantly overwhelmed the weaker crew members aboard the Tyrant Feather Pirate Ship, making them clutch their heads in agony as illusions flooded their vision—icy snake fangs seemed to gnaw at their very brains.
Even strong fighters like Xiao Ke and Xia Ling staggered slightly, their movements unavoidably slowed.
"Steady your minds!" Xiao Ke roared.
Xia Ling gritted her teeth, beads of cold sweat forming on her temples.
Seizing the opportunity, the serpent horde counterattacked, pushing the Dominant Feather Pirate Crew's defenses to the brink.
Yang Luo and the others trembled with excitement—was this the true horror of Mist Island's Snake King? This technique was terrifying.
Yet, at this very moment of despair, when the battlefield echoed with the wails of tormented souls, a cold voice cut through the chaos:
"Sulong!"
The ice floe beneath Ye Yu's feet exploded. Amid the shower of ice shards, a figure shot into the sky.
Pure white hair whipped wildly through the churning dark-gold mist like silver flames. His crimson eyes burned with an eerie glow—his Sulong Form fully unleashed!
A torrent of raw vitality and feral instinct formed an invisible barrier. The blood mist and vengeful serpents, capable of eroding souls, collided with this force and instantly sizzled like snow under the sun, visibly slowing, warping, and dissipating.
"Hiss?!" The Snake King's two remaining heads let out a mix of shock and fury, its slit pupils reflecting genuine fear for the first time.
The ultimate attack it had unleashed by sacrificing its essence—had been outright resisted?!
Ye Yu gave it no time to think. The Sulong Form didn't just amplify his strength and speed—it sharpened his predatory instincts to seize the perfect moment to kill.
His feet kicked against the air, Moon Walk detonating beneath him as his figure transformed into a white meteor, tearing through the blood mist straight toward the Snake King's grievously wounded, limp central head!
His target was clear—the deep, bone-exposing "X"-shaped wound!
Twin blades became two intersecting streaks of dark-red Thunderclap, not aimed at the Snake King's vitals but instead slashing directly into the gushing dark-gold wound!
"RIIIP!"
"SCREEEEE—!!!"
The Snake King released its most agonized, most wretched howl since the battle began—a cry that no longer stemmed just from physical pain but from soul-deep horror and collapse.
The dark-gold blood mist, sustained by its essence and fueling the "Ten Thousand Snakes Soul Devour," convulsed violently. Countless venomous serpent shadows shrieked piercingly as their forms blurred and disintegrated.
The soul-eroding force field that had enveloped the entire battlefield deflated like a punctured balloon, rapidly weakening.
The Snake King's massive body convulsed and thrashed madly from the backlash of this primal agony. Dark-gold blood gushed uncontrollably from its neck wound and the remaining heads' mouths and nostrils, staining vast stretches of the sea in its hue.
Its aura plummeted like a broken dam, the once-overwhelming pressure of a king now reduced to dying whimpers and boundless terror.
"Charge together! Crush them! Ye Yu is finished!"
Yang Luo's face twisted with a mix of manic glee and savagery.
The King's Alliance fleet, like sharks scenting blood, surged forward through the waves, their cannons coldly trained on the Dominant Feather Pirate Crew.
Victory seemed within grasp. Yang Luo could already envision Ye Yu being torn apart by the Snake King, himself taking over the remnants of the Dominant Feather Pirate Crew, and ascending to the pinnacle.
However, the charge was halted mid-cry.
At the bow of the foremost warship, Lin Muxue stood wreathed in crackling lightning. The massive thunderball "Thunder Welcome" she had conjured in her hand remained unthrown as her gaze locked onto the distant battlefield center, where a white-flamed figure erupted from the churning blood mist.
"Impossible..." Lin Muxue murmured in disbelief, her proud face overtaken by pure shock for the first time, even the lightning at her fingertips freezing momentarily.
Then, they all witnessed the scene that defied all logic—Ye Yu in his Sulong Form clashing head-on with the blood mist, the Snake King wailing as his soul-infused blood mist dispersed.
The colossal Snake King, as if his spine had been ripped out, let out dying howls as he thrashed. Meanwhile, the white-haired, red-eyed figure strode atop the surging blood waves like a demon god, once again slashing toward the Snake King's head.
Fear exploded instantly through the King's Alliance fleet.
"The Snake King is no match for Ye Yu?"
Yang Luo felt as if he'd been plunged into an icy abyss. His meticulously planned flesh sacrifice, his trump card the Snake King, his assured victory as the fisherman profiting from the clams' quarrel—all had become a colossal joke in the face of Ye Yu's absolute power.
A chilling premonition of death gripped his heart.
The Snake King's last two heads thrashed wildly in a final struggle.
Ye Yu's figure descended like a white meteor, his twin blades trailing long, dark crimson flames.
"It's over."
A cold voice pronounced the final judgment.
"Two-Sword Style · God's Fear!"
Black Blade Night and Enma crossed as they fell.
Sssshhh!!
The twin blades cleaved effortlessly through the massive, hill-sized head. The sturdy skull, against blades infused with multiple terrifying powers, might as well have been rotten wood.
The Snake King's wildly thrashing body suddenly stiffened, all movement freezing instantly.
Both heads were severed simultaneously, leaving a headless Snake King.
A piercing shriek echoed as the snakes panicked.
The decapitated heads roared upon hitting the ground: "Even in death, I'll drag you all with me! All snakes, sacrifice yourselves!"
At his command, every battling snake self-destructed, their blood energy surging into the Snake King.
The Snake King himself exploded, the blood energy coalescing into a humanoid serpent form in the sky, growing more solid and powerful by the second.
Ye Yu sighed softly. "His power is skyrocketing. So this is the Snake King's final trump card? Truly troublesome."
Soon, Ye Yu sensed the Snake King's strength had risen to match his own.
The solidified humanoid Blood Snake King looked down on Ye Yu with contempt.
"After using this technique, even if I kill you, I'll die. How infuriating. So not only will I kill you, but your crew as well!"
Just then, Xiao Ke and other fighters arrived, ready to join the battle.
Ye Yu stopped them. "Leave him to me. He's the strongest individual opponent we've faced so far—a perfect whetstone."
"Aye, Captain."
Ye Yu declared, "You handle Yang Luo's pirate crew. I've said it before—this battle ends with his death!"
The crew shared his hostility, knowing Yang Luo was the mastermind behind this ordeal.
Yang Luo trembled with fear and unease but prayed silently: "May the Snake King take Ye Yu with him."
Meanwhile, the other pirate crews began retreating, relieved that Ye Yu's target was Yang Luo alone.
Yang Luo noticed and warned, "The outcome isn't decided yet. The Snake King is very powerful—we can both sense it. He might truly be able to take Ye Yu down with him. Without Ye Yu, we'll definitely be able to defeat the Dominant Feather Pirate Crew."
The others also found this reasoning sound, which was why they didn't leave immediately, choosing to observe first.
Yang Luo reminded, "Snake King, just focus on dealing with Ye Yu. Leave the rest of the Dominant Feather Pirate Crew to us."
Wang Quanshi nodded. "Right, go all out against Ye Yu."
The Snake King snorted coldly. "Shut up. Do you think I lack the strength to wipe out the Dominant Feather Pirate Crew? Hmph! That arrogant Ye Yu actually chose to challenge me alone. Well then, die!"
(End of Chapter)