Chi—!
Another spatial rending cut flashed past.
Yu Luomian didn't even have time to scream again.
His legs were severed cleanly at the knees, blood erupting as his body crashed heavily into the ground.
Boom.
The Titled Douluo—one of the pillars of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan— was crippled.
Now unable to run or fight only to be pinned helplessly to the rain-soaked battlefield.
Qian Renxue stood silently amid the storm, unseen.
Except one man—Who laughed through blood and rain,
"She came," Jiang Mo whispered hoarsely.
Then Jiang Mo saw it— It was as if Qian Renxue was plucking stars from the sky.
Her movements were slow, almost gentle, like a child reaching out to catch falling snowflakes. Yet every time her fingers closed, reality itself trembled slightly.
This was Qian Renxue's Seventh Soul Skill: Memory Solidification.
Qian Renxue's eyes briefly lost focus, sinking deep into the river of memeories to check upon the various asteroids that fell upon the Douluo continent.
As the various falling asteroids replayed silently, she quickly remembered them.
Then the sky responded.
One after another, asteroids manifested, dragged out from crystallized memories like shooting stars forcibly anchored to reality. They tore through the cloud layer, igniting as they descended, leaving blazing tails across the darkened heavens.
They were not enormous.Yet each falling meteor carried the full power of a peak attack-type Soul Ancestor.
One alone was survivable.
But together— They formed a brilliant, terrifying meteor shower, raining destruction indiscriminately upon the battlefield.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom—!
The ground shook violently as craters blossomed across the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan grounds. Shockwaves rippled outward, collapsing structures, shattering stone paths, and forcing everyone into disarray.
Lu Ping's face paled.
Even though he could not see Qian Renxue—
He knew, This was not something they could contend with.
"Everyone—retreat!" Lu Ping roared decisively, flames flaring as he covered the withdrawal. "Take the injured with you! Move—NOW!"
There was no hesitation.
The Twilight Hermit Order members acted with brutal efficiency, lifting the unconscious, dragging the wounded, and retreating under the cover of falling meteors.
Not a single person dared to look back.
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan did not pursue.
Their focus had already shifted.
"Vice— Vice Clan Leader Yu Luomian!"
Several elders rushed forward, their expressions grim as they gathered around the fallen Titled Douluo. Blood soaked the ground beneath him, his breathing shallow, his aura unstable.
"Quick! Stop the bleeding!"
"Find healers—now!"
"He's lost too much blood!"
Yu Luomian had already fainted, his face deathly pale, lightning scales dim and cracked.
Under the constant rain of meteors, the clan members carried him deeper into the inner stronghold, layers of thick stone walls and lightning-reinforced barriers rising around them.
Boom—!
Another meteor struck the outer courtyard, collapsing a tower in a cloud of dust and debris.
"Take shelter!" an elder shouted. "Everyone inside the inner halls!"
As the clan members retreated behind reinforced structures, the meteor shower continued to roar overhead, shaking the heavens like an angry god venting its wrath.
Inside one of the fortified halls—
A group of elders gathered, their faces dark and furious.
"This… this cannot be a natural phenomenon," one of them said, his voice heavy. "That meteor shower targeted the battlefield too precisely."
Another elder slammed his fist against the stone table. "Someone orchestrated this. Someone powerful."
His eyes crackled faintly with lightning.
"And when we do—"
"We will repay this humiliation tenfold."
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The members of the Twilight Hermit Order moved swiftly.
With the meteor shower roaring overhead and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan forced into a full defensive posture, there was no one left to stop them. Under the cover of chaos and falling fire, Jiang Mo and Tian Yue were extracted with practiced efficiency.
Tian Yue had already lost consciousness.
Her breathing was faint, her face ashen, streaked with rain and blood as she was carried away by two Soul Douluo.
Jiang Mo, however, remained painfully awake.
The moment he was pulled away from the battlefield, his gaze fell— On the ground behind him.
Two motionless figures lay amid shattered stone and rain-soaked earth, as their bodies were carried back by the Twilight Hermit Members while retreating.
They were Jun Wuhen and Chu Yue, with eyes were closed.
For a moment, Jiang Mo's mind refused to accept what he was seeing.
Then—
Reality crashed down on him with merciless clarity.
"No… no—how could this happen…?"
His voice broke, raw and hoarse, torn from his chest as if his very heart were being ripped apart.
They were not just comrades.They were juniors he had watched grow, people he had trained, scolded, protected.
Now— They were corpses.
Jiang Mo's knees buckled slightly, his bloodied hands clenching into fists as rain mixed with the blood on his face.
"Why…?"
His voice trembled.
"Why did you not save them?!"
The words burst out of him, echoing into the rain and thunder as he shouted toward what appeared to be empty air.
The surrounding Twilight Hermit members froze.
Several of them exchanged uneasy glances.
One of them whispered in confusion, "Jiang…?"
Another frowned, lowering his voice. "The shock must have been too much… losing Jun Wuhen and Chu Yue…"
To them, Jiang Mo looked like a man broken by grief, speaking nonsense to the void.
But Jiang Mo knew better, even though he could not see her—
He knew she was there.
Among all the people in this world, Jiang Mo was one of the very few who could truly be called Qian Renxue's friend. He understood, at least partially, the terrifying and unfathomable nature of her abilities.
He had experienced them before.
And now, as expected—
What no one else could see was that Qian Renxue was standing right behind him.