The giant's poison was undying, and his strength and defense had reached a terrifying level.
His enormous fists pounded down like mountains. Any mecha that failed to evade was smashed flat in an instant, crushed as easily as thin metal plates.
He casually grabbed chunks of rock from the ground and hurled them into the sky. A floating battleship that had no time to dodge was struck full-on at the side, erupting into a massive fireball. Burning debris rained down like a downpour.
Like a tiger plunging into a flock, he single-handedly shot down more than ten floating battleships in a short span, shattered dozens of mecha, and completely overturned the orderly formations of the Sun Moon Empire.
However, before an army equipped with organized, top-tier weaponry, individual bravery ultimately has its limits.
The Sun Moon Empire reacted swiftly.
Several rank-nine Soul Masters combined their strength, erecting a powerful soul tool barrier that just barely withstood Du Busi's ferocious onslaught.
At the same time, the three strongest Doomsday Beasts abandoned their previous targets and lunged at Du Busi from different directions. Their dense, blood-red breaths continuously scorched his enormous body.
Hidden aboard the battleships were top-class sniper Soul Masters, who ceaselessly fired rank-nine soul tool rounds with immense piercing power, bombarding his vital points.
Even though Du Busi was a rank ninety-nine Limit Douluo and his body was incomparably tough, under such a concentrated, well-aimed encirclement, injuries finally began to appear.
Blood flowed like a waterfall. His colossal figure was covered in charred burns and ghastly bone-deep wounds visible to the naked eye.
In the end, a specialized soul-guided light beam from one of the rank-nine Soul Masters struck his heart with precise accuracy.
"Urgh—!"
Du Busi let out a pained snort. He could no longer maintain the true form of his giant martial soul. His body rapidly shrank, reverting to human form. He plummeted from the sky and slammed heavily into the ground. His breathing was extremely weak—he was grievously wounded and on the verge of death.
Just as the Heaven Soul Empire's army was about to collapse completely due to the rout of their strongest combat force, a meteor pierced the sky, radiating an unparalleled sharp aura as it boldly descended into the battlefield.
Feixiao had arrived.
She still carried that heroic bearing, wielding an enormous longbow, her eyes sharp and resolute.
Without wasting a single meaningless word, she drew the bow directly and nocked an arrow. The wind gathered on the bowstring, condensing into an arrow of pure energy.
"Wail.
Wail for me."
The arrow loosed from the string like a streak of light, shooting straight at the Doomsday Beast in the sky.
These Doomsday Beasts, created by Celenova using materials and technology from Douluo Star, were flawed products—far inferior to the Doomsday Beasts that had appeared in Honkai.
Feixiao's arrows possessed tremendous penetrating power. Piercing their scales and cores was no challenge at all.
The Doomsday Beasts howled as they plummeted from the sky, greatly easing the aerial pressure that had been suffocating the Heaven Soul Empire.
Right after that, Feixiao dove down into the ground battle, leading the Qingqiu Army. Like a red-hot blade, they pierced directly into the core of the Sun Moon Empire's forces.
Her presence was like a gust of air breathed into dying embers, injecting strength into a fading flame, temporarily stabilizing Heaven Soul's disastrous situation.
As Feixiao felled multiple Doomsday Beasts with thunderous momentum, loosing arrow after arrow, and as the Qingqiu Army sliced through the enemy lines like a sharp knife, momentarily reversing the tide—
A soul-shaking coercive presence surged forth like an invisible tide, instantly engulfing the entire battlefield on the Emerald Plains.
The sky seemed to be infiltrated by a higher-order power, stained with an ominous, strange hue between deep blue and dark violet.
Every being engaged in battle—whether human Soul Masters or the anti-matter legions—could not help but feel their hearts clench.
Feixiao transformed the longbow in her hand into a close-combat blade, cleaving an approaching mecha cleanly in half with a single stroke. Her keen perception suddenly flared, and she snapped her head up.
Right before her, in a patch of void, energy surged and roiled. A tiny green flame spontaneously ignited in mid-air, then rapidly spread and took form.
In the end, a towering figure with a bewitching yet mysterious air floated there, poised gracefully yet arrogantly in a half-kneeling posture.
She wore a modified cheongsam incorporating plant motifs, and her long, dark-green hair flowed freely, unmoved by any wind. In one hand she held a fan that appeared light and delicate, yet radiated dreadful power.
Most eye-catching of all was the enormous, enigmatic lotus suspended and slowly turning behind her, and the contradictory aura emanating from her—both vibrant life and deathly destruction interwoven.
The Lord Ravager—Phantylia—had finally descended personally.
"Hehe… The Vanquishing General of the Xianzhou truly is a masterpiece."
Her golden eyes, shining like illusory light, fell upon Feixiao, carrying a trace of appreciation. Yet that appreciation was like the gaze of a collector staring at a precious artwork that was about to be broken.
"What a pity you're destined to wither and die here."
Feixiao's pupils suddenly constricted. From Phantylia's presence she felt an unprecedented pressure—more terrifying than any foe she had faced before, Doomsday Beasts included.
But she believed in the "Three No's"—no fear, no regret, and no rival—and so she did not retreat in the slightest.
Fighting spirit blazed in her eyes. Azure wind elements burst forth around her and converged in a whirlwind.
"Enough nonsense. Fight."
Feixiao roared and chose to strike first.
Facing the extinction monarch who excelled at manipulating hearts and controlling the rhythm, she knew she must not fall into Phantylia's tempo.
Her figure shot forth like lightning, closing the distance in an instant. The spear in her hand condensed into a hyper-compressed blade of wind, stabbing straight for Phantylia's face with momentum enough to tear everything asunder.
This strike was so fast it surpassed visual tracking. Only cyan afterimages cutting through the air could be seen.
But Phantylia merely smiled faintly, flicking her fan forward in a casual motion.
An invisible yet awe-inspiring pressure of wind erupted like the undercurrent hidden beneath a calm sea.
Feixiao's wind blade—powerful enough to rip mecha apart—slammed into that pressure. Its speed dropped drastically, like a clay ox sinking into the sea. The compressed energy within it rapidly dissipated and scattered.
Not only that, the wind pressure did not weaken. It swept straight through Feixiao's body. Her qi and blood surged violently, and her movements stalled for an instant.
"That's all?"
Phantylia chuckled, then flicked the fingers of her other hand.
A tightly condensed azure wind-arrow shot forth in silence, its speed surpassing Feixiao's own previous attack.
Relying on her honed combat instincts pushed to the limit, Feixiao twisted her body. The wind-arrow grazed over the armor on her shoulder.
The pauldron instantly shattered into powder. A searing, prickling sensation shot through the skin beneath, as a cold destructive energy tried to bore into her meridians.
Feixiao's heart sank. She no longer dared to hold anything back. Her whole body surged upward again. Though her footing was unstable, she used speed in an attempt to find a flaw.
She launched continuous assaults. Cyan wind blades poured down on Phantylia like torrential rain, attacking from every conceivable angle.
Yet Phantylia remained in that eerie, elegant half-kneeling posture the entire time. With a flick here, a tap there, or a light press of her fan, she dissolved each of Feixiao's attacks one by one.
Behind her, the colossal Profound Lotus slowly revolved, shedding tiny motes of life-imbued light. Wherever they fell, they repaired damaged anti-matter legion units on the battlefield, doubling the pressure on the Heaven Soul Empire's forces.
"Enjoyed yourself enough?"
Phantylia seemed to lose patience. She pointed her fan toward the distant Feixiao.
All at once, Feixiao felt the surrounding space become incredibly viscous, as if countless invisible roots had thrust out from the void and were coiling around her limbs.
Her speed plummeted. Every movement became laborious, even the flow of energy inside her body was heavily obstructed.
She struggled desperately, wind blades whirling about her like madly dancing blades, slicing through the unseen chains. But for every root she severed, more surged forth to entangle her.
A cruel arc lifted the corner of Phantylia's lips. She extended her palm, the skin turning as black as ink, then slowly closed her fingers in Feixiao's direction.
She wanted to shatter this stubborn General's body and soul together—an act of pure, aesthetic destruction.
Sensing the mortal crisis, Feixiao's eyes flashed with steely resolve. She was ready to unleash a final, all-out blow, regardless of the cost.
At this critical instant—
"Phantylia, don't get carried away!"
A majestic shout thundered across the battlefield like lightning cracking through the nine heavens.
Blinding golden lightning tore through the eerie sky Phantylia had woven, descending at indescribable speed between the heavens and Phantylia.
When the thunder dissipated, a tall figure clad in divine armor appeared. A lion's head pauldron rested on his shoulder, and his white hair billowed in the storm of power.
He gripped a sword brimming with radiant lightning. The overwhelming force he exuded instantly drew the attention of the entire battlefield.
General of the Divine Foresight—Jing Yuan—had arrived just in time.
"Jing Yuan…"
Relief washed over Feixiao as the pressure eased. She looked at the broad back standing before her and exhaled softly.
Jing Yuan did not turn his head. In a low voice, he said,
"General Feixiao, rest for a while. I will deal with her."
Before he finished speaking, the long saber in his hand was already raised. Thunder and light gathered furiously along its blade.
"War Marshal."
He skipped any form of probing, directly unleashing a battle art.
The saber slashed downward—not at Phantylia's body, but at the sky above.
In that instant, countless pillars of golden lightning as thick as buckets cascaded down like a raging thunder dragon, drowning Phantylia and a vast swath of sky around her.
This was not a single strike, but a regional thunderstorm. Each bolt of lightning bore its own will, seeking out and splitting toward the points where the aura of destruction was strongest.
"Rumble—!!!"
The thunder was deafening. Many fighters were temporarily blinded by the searing glare of the bolts.
For the first time, Phantylia's graceful composure was broken. She waved her fan, forming a blue energy barrier overhead to withstand the violent lightning barrage.
Thunder crashed upon the barrier, sending out continuous blasts of energy backlash and shaking the low-flying floating battleships nearby. Scattered arcs of lightning carved the ground into countless charred ravines.
"Another one… What a nuisance."
A trace of solemnity entered Phantylia's voice, but it was eclipsed by her deepening irritation.
"Do you fireflies truly think you can compete with the bright moon?"
She abandoned all pretense of banter, sweeping her fan in a powerful arc. Dust and wind pressure surged up to clash head-on with Jing Yuan's lightning in the sky. Wind and thunder mixed together, forming visible vortices of chaotic energy that twisted the clouds overhead.
Some Doomsday Beasts and airborne Soul Masters who had flown too close were torn apart by the raging energy.
"Feixiao!"
Jing Yuan shouted.
He scarcely needed to say more; Feixiao instantly understood.
Enduring her wounds, she drew her bow once more.
This time, she poured in everything. On the bowstring, an arrow slowly took shape—denser and more saturated with destructive aura than any she had ever loosed before. This was her full-power strike.
At the same time, Jing Yuan stepped forward. Thunder roared wildly around him again.
He leveled his blade at Phantylia. Behind him, the void trembled as an immensely dignified, enormous figure formed of pure lightning—Lightning-Lord—condensed into being.
In that moment, the Lightning-Lord grew even more solid and swift. The colossal lightning blade in its hand crackled with fivefold layered thunder, each surge like a pounding heartbeat.
The Lightning-Lord let out a muted roar and, commanding the thunder, became a golden bridge of light that spanned the sky, charging toward Phantylia in a devastating strike.
For the first time, the combined force of these two powerful opponents truly threatened Phantylia's body. Her expression finally changed.
With a sharp cry, the enormous mysterious lotus behind her suddenly bloomed with blinding light.
"Luxuriant Profound Lotus, bless my body!"
The Profound Lotus spun and descended, manifesting countless green light-shields that layered up in front of Phantylia.
At the same time, she abandoned her graceful half-kneel and stood up for the first time.
Her form began to change. Her skin turned cold and pale, her long hair became snow-white, her eyes burned with blazing orange light, and her lips were blood-red. Her entire aura was reforged—now fully integrating the dignity and pure power of this world's Golden Tree, all founded upon the concept of destruction.
"Profound Root Transformation."
She formed seals with her hands and no longer relied on her fan, directly drawing upon her most primal source of power.
A colossal torrent of energy, dark gold interwoven with a ghastly green, surged forth like a galaxy bursting its banks, roaring up to meet the charging Lightning-Lord in the sky.
The next moment—
Feixiao's arrow left the string, transforming into a jade meteor that cleaved through the heavens.
Jing Yuan's Lightning-Lord, wielding the might of thunder, plunged fearlessly into the oncoming torrent of energy.
"Boom—!!!"
An indescribable explosion erupted.
First, ultimate radiance devoured everything. It was as if a second sun had appeared in the skies above the Emerald Plains.
What followed was a cataclysmic roar of colliding laws and the wail of space itself, far exceeding any ordinary thunder, shaking the world in successive waves.
Centered on the point of impact, a spherical ring of destruction rapidly expanded outward. Golden thunder, green storms, azure destructive force, and dark-gold conceptual energy all braided together in that ring.
Wherever it passed—whether Sun Moon Empire mecha and anti-matter legions, or Heaven Soul Empire and Qingqiu Army Soul Masters—everything was reduced to drifting ash.
The waters of the Yu Da River vaporized in an instant, exposing a dried riverbed—then the terrifying energy melted even the exposed ground into glass-like crystal.
The once-fertile Emerald Plains, centered on the collision point, became a bottomless crater over a kilometer in diameter, its edges ringed with molten rock and twisted metal.
This was the aftermath of god-level powers colliding.
Gradually, light and shadow slowed, and the turbulent energies settled.
In mid-air, Jing Yuan stood gripping his saber. His complexion was slightly pale, and the Lightning-Lord's phantom behind him was distinctly dimmer—it had clearly expended an enormous amount of energy.
Feixiao knelt on one knee, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. Faint cracks had appeared along her longbow; that single arrow had nearly drained her entire strength.