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The black-and-white wave of light, carrying the force of mountains and seas, smashed down hard upon the Blood-Curtain Celestial Canopy.
"Boom!"
A thunderous explosion rang out as the Blood-Curtain Celestial Canopy trembled violently.
The thick blood-red radiance quivered like gauze whipped by a gale, on the verge of collapse.
Outside, the Titled Douluo of the Tianlong Empire who were maintaining the technique all changed color; none of them had expected the Star Luo Empire to still have reinforcements.
"Damn it—we can't let them interfere!"
Before the words had fallen, those Tianlong Empire Titled Douluo who were not participating in the spirit fusion skill lunged toward the Nether White Tiger.
Dai Yutian and Zhu Yali wore grave expressions. The pressure of facing so many Titled Douluo was enormous.
But the two of them were both Rank 95 Titled Douluo; their spirit fusion skill, the Nether White Tiger, could contend with a Rank 97 Titled Douluo.
"Empress—strike!"
"Understood, Your Majesty!"
The next instant, the Nether White Tiger threw back its head and let out an earth-shaking roar. Soundwaves rolled like thunder.
Its colossal paws slammed off the air itself, and it pounced toward the densest cluster of Tianlong Empire Titled Douluo.
Whoo—whoo—whoo~
So massive was the Nether White Tiger that every sweep of its claws raised a hurricane of soul power.
The Tianlong Titled Douluo dared not take it head-on and scattered away.
Yet though they dodged, the tiger's next strike crashed once more into the Blood-Curtain Celestial Canopy.
Each blow sent ripples spreading across the canopy's surface.
When the Tianlong Titled Douluo tried to intercept, the Star Luo Titled Douluo who had rushed to the scene entangled them. For the moment, they could not break free.
Inside the Blood-Curtain Celestial Canopy, the surviving Titled Douluo—who had been trapped in a desperate situation and on the brink of despair—felt the tremors and saw hope rekindle in their eyes.
Sensing a familiar soul power, a Star Luo Titled Douluo rasped at the top of his lungs:
"It's His Majesty and Lady Zhu Yali! They've come to save us!"
Though his voice was hoarse with weakness, it was filled with irrepressible excitement.
Within the canopy, Chrysanthemum Douluo, now the strongest among them, seized command and shouted:
"Everyone, on my signal! I'll clear the path—unleash your strongest strikes together and blast the sky!"
Before the words ended, he released his ninth soul skill—Fallen Chrysanthemums, Wounds Strewn Everywhere.
Countless golden, blade-like petals surged skyward, tearing open, by brute force, a straight channel through the shroud of remnant souls all the way to the blood-red firmament.
Ghost Douluo, sharing a tacit bond with Chrysanthemum Douluo, responded first.
A chill, pitch-black mist surged around him, coalescing into a gigantic ghostly claw.
With a roar, he drove the claw to rake savagely at the crimson sky.
The other Titled Douluo, not daring to hold anything back, all unleashed their most powerful soul skills.
In an instant, rays from mighty techniques flared across the blood-soaked battlefield, bright enough to overwhelm the world's very colors.
Countless soul skills hammered the blood-red dome, detonations rumbling endlessly.
At the same time, outside, the Nether White Tiger felt the surging fluctuations from within the Blood-Curtain Celestial Canopy and ceased holding back.
With a furious bellow, its twin massive paws, wreathed in black-and-white light, slammed down heavily upon the canopy.
Joined with the desperate strike from Chrysanthemum Douluo and the others within, the concerted assault finally pushed the Blood-Curtain Celestial Canopy past its limit.
Crack!
A clear, splintering sound rang out. The blood-colored sky inside the canopy fractured like a shattered mirror, great fissures racing across it.
Wild joy lit Chrysanthemum Douluo's face. "Everyone, one more push!"
Clinging to life, none of the Titled Douluo dared relax. Before the remnant souls could intervene, they continued their barrage on the crimson canopy.
As the tempo of attacks increased, the cracks spread with alarming speed.
At last, unable to bear it, the dome collapsed with a roar.
In that instant, a searing light flashed and vanished, sweeping away the oppressive scarlet haze.
With the spirit fusion of the Blood-Curtain Celestial Canopy broken, the remnant souls lost their empowerment and dissipated mid-charge.
The survivors burst out from the shattered canopy.
Their faces were ashen, their garments in tatters, bodies covered in wounds—but in their eyes burned the relief of those who had escaped death.
Of the twenty to thirty who'd entered, only half emerged alive.
With such grievous losses, the will to keep fighting had left them.
On the other side, the ten Tianlong Empire Titled Douluo maintaining their spirit fusion were also badly injured. Even seeing the heavily wounded Chrysanthemum Douluo's side, they had no strength to press the advantage.
Taking stock, Dai Yutian quickly drew back and placed himself at the side of Chrysanthemum Douluo's group.
The Star Luo Titled Douluo who had been grappling with the Tianlong forces also returned to Dai Yutian's flank, screening the gravely wounded behind them.
"Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo—I hadn't expected Spirit Hall to send the two of you!"
At the sight of those familiar figures, Dai Yutian's heart lurched.
He had not expected that even with Chrysanthemum and Ghost leading two to three dozen Titled Douluo, they still could not break the Tianlong ten's spirit fusion technique.
Without his reinforcement, those two to three dozen might well have perished inside the Blood-Curtain Celestial Canopy.
Yet when he counted and saw only a pair of Titled Douluo remaining from Chrysanthemum's original group, Dai Yutian's heart bled.
From the outset of this war to now, Star Luo had lost half its Titled Douluo.
Chrysanthemum Douluo gave a bitter smile. "Dai Yutian, had you come any later, we'd have been finished."
"Alive is what matters. I give you my word—we'll ally with Spirit Hall and Sea God Island. The Tianlong Empire is indeed a fearsome foe beyond compare; none of us can defeat them alone!"
Having witnessed the Tianlong Empire's strength, Dai Yutian's zeal to conquer the continent had been doused.
At last he understood why Spirit Hall sought alliance with Sea God Island.
They formed a line, eyes locked tensely upon the Tianlong Titled Douluo.
Both sides were wounded, and numbers were roughly even. Silence settled; neither dared make the first move.
Just as all were weighing fight or withdrawal, a scream suddenly rose from below.
"Ah!"
Dai Mubai cried out in agony as his entire right arm was sheared off cleanly. Blood fountained from the stump.
In that moment, his aura withered to its nadir.
Catching sight of that familiar head of golden hair, Dai Yutian felt his bloodline stir. His pupils shrank sharply.
"That's… Mubai?! He's alive?"
To claim he wasn't moved would be a lie. After all, the princes of Star Luo had long since been ruined by Dai Weisi.
And Dai Weisi had died two years prior during the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect's soul master exchange meet—Dai Mubai was said to have been there as well.
When the news reached him, Dai Yutian had felt the sky itself collapse.
He had no sons left.
Now, discovering that Dai Mubai still lived—how could he not be overjoyed?
Dai Mubai had already noticed the Nether White Tiger, but Zhu Zhuqing's tide-like assault had given him no chance to respond.
Twisting his body, he narrowly slipped past her next strike and shouted at once:
"Father—save me!"
(End of Chapter)