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Di Tian ignored his provocation and merely looked down at the forest below. The ground was polluted by Death Qi, and the corpses of Spirit Beasts covered the dirt. Bi Ji and the other Vicious Beasts were surrounded by the undead. In Di Tian's golden dragon eyes, killing intent condensed bit by bit.
"Rakshasa Divine Power," Di Tian said coldly. "Undead Puppets. Slaughtering Spirit Beasts and polluting the forest. Human, you deserve to die."
Tang San smiled and raised his hand. "Want to kill me? Then let's see if you have the ability."
The eleven undead turned at the same time and charged toward Di Tian. Dai Mubai, Zhao Wuji, and Tai Long lunged forward head-on, while Ma Hongjun and Flender attacked from the air. Bibi Dong, Chrysanthemum Douluo, and Ghost Douluo flanked from the sides. The undead figure of Xiao Wu flashed, heading directly toward Di Tian's neck.
Tang San said coldly, "Even if you are Di Tian, so what? My undead cannot be killed!"
Di Tian watched the incoming undead coldly. He did not dodge, nor did he fully unleash his dragon body to fight. He merely raised one dragon claw slowly. At that moment, the world suddenly changed color. A layer of indescribable light appeared on Di Tian's claw. That was not ordinary spirit power, nor was it pure dragon power. It was an ancient, destructive aura.
It was the Dragon God Claw, the supreme killing technique inherited from the Dragon God.
"Cannot be killed?" Di Tian's voice was low. "That is because you have not encountered power that can truly destroy the Origin."
As his words fell, the dragon claw swiped out. There was no earth-shattering roar, only a black claw shadow with golden patterns that quietly streaked across the night sky. Wherever this claw shadow passed, space cracked wide open. The Rakshasa Death Qi was instantly torn to shreds. The undead rushing toward Di Tian stopped in mid-air, unable to even get close.
The undead Xiao Wu was the first to be struck. Her body was not torn apart, but erased directly by a higher power. Starting from her chest, her undead Origin crumbled, and the grayish-white Death Qi vanished. Next was Dai Mubai.
The White Tiger phantom let out a silent roar before shattering under the Dragon God Claw. The Nether Phoenix flames of the undead Ma Hongjun were torn into nothingness. Zhao Wuji, Tai Long, Flender, Liu Erlong, and Qin Ming—one Undead Titled Douluo after another crumbled on the spot.
Finally, it reached Bibi Dong, Chrysanthemum Douluo, and Ghost Douluo. The twin Death Spider Emperor phantoms behind Bibi Dong tried to resist, but their spider legs were severed as soon as they were raised. The withered Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum of Chrysanthemum Douluo was turned to ashes. Ghost Douluo tried to escape into the shadows, but the surrounding space was sealed by the Dragon God Claw, leaving him nowhere to run.
All eleven undead exploded into black mist. Death Qi was completely cleared away, and the entire battlefield fell silent under this single claw strike.
Xiong Jun panted heavily and grinned. "As expected of Di Tian."
Chi Wang, Zi Ji, and the Ten Thousand Demon King breathed a sigh of relief. Bi Ji looked at the destroyed undead with a complex expression. Perhaps these people were guilty or innocent in life, but being manipulated by Tang San after death was a form of suffering. Di Tian's claw strike seemed to have freed them. At least, that was what the Vicious Beasts thought.
However, Tang San's laughter suddenly rang out in the quiet forest.
"Hahaha!" Tang San stood in the fading black mist, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. That claw strike had not only destroyed the undead, but it had also backlashed against his own Origin through his connection with them. On his chest, three claw marks deep enough to see bone had appeared. Within the wounds, the golden-black Dragon God power was constantly eroding his body, clashing with his Rakshasa Divine Power.
Tang San's face was pale and his aura was chaotic, yet he kept laughing. "Di Tian, the Dragon God Claw truly lives up to its reputation. To think it could destroy my undead Origin and even injure me. Pity... You can destroy them once, but can you destroy them a second time?"
The Rakshasa divine mark on Tang San's forehead lit up. The Rakshasa Demonic Scythe hovered before him, and a massive, purplish-black altar phantom slowly emerged behind him. That was the Rakshasa Altar he had created using the souls of a slaughtered city and a large amount of Spirit Beast Origin. On the altar, one broken undead Origin after another lit up again.
Bi Ji's expression changed abruptly. "They haven't completely disappeared?"
Di Tian's dragon eyes narrowed in disbelief as he saw the shattered Death Qi gathering again from all directions. The figure of the undead Xiao Wu condensed first, though her aura was weaker and cracks remained on her body. Following her, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, Bibi Dong, Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, Flender, Liu Erlong, Zhao Wuji, Qin Ming, and Tai Long stood up from the black mist once more.
They had been destroyed by the Dragon God Claw, but Tang San had used the Rakshasa Altar to preserve a trace of their core imprint. As long as the imprint existed, they could be reborn.
Di Tian's gaze turned cold. "What an evil method."
Tang San smiled weakly, his face pale. "I told you, my undead cannot be killed. You can destroy them once, and I can resurrect them once. As long as I devour enough Origin, they will become even stronger."
Despite his words, Tang San was not calm inside. The Dragon God Claw had injured him severely, and that power was suppressing his Rakshasa Divine Power, making it hard for him to fight at full strength. More importantly, Di Tian's attack had damaged the undead imprints within the altar. Their power had clearly declined. If Di Tian hit them a few more times, he might not be able to save them again.
Tang San's eyes darkened. He had originally thought that using the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe and his undead army would be enough to defeat Xiong Jun and Bi Ji, then force out Di Tian. He had not expected the Dragon God Claw to counter his undead Origin so directly. He could not drag this fight out any longer, nor could he fight to the death right now.
Tang San took a deep breath, suppressing the burning Dragon God power in his chest. "Di Tian, consider yourself lucky today. When I complete the Ninth Trial of Rakshasa and create my divine equipment, I will come back for your Origin."
Xiong Jun roared, charging forward. "Want to leave? Leave your life behind!"
Chi Wang, Zi Ji, and the Ten Thousand Demon King released their power to block him. Di Tian raised his dragon claw, condensing the power of the Dragon God Claw once again.
Tang San's expression changed. He did not dare to take another hit. "Rakshasa Space, open!"
The Rakshasa Demonic Scythe slashed through the air, tearing open a purplish-black crack. Tang San waved his hand, turning all the undead into black mist and pulling them back into the altar. Xiong Jun's Dark Gold Terrorclaw was already close, and Di Tian's claw was coming down.
A cruel look flashed in Tang San's eyes. He detonated the un-devoured resentment of the nearby Spirit Beast souls. The massive explosion of vengeful souls blocked the Vicious Beasts for a split second. Dragging his injured body, Tang San plunged into the spatial crack.
Before the crack closed, his cold voice echoed through the forest. "Di Tian, Xiong Jun, Bi Ji, just you wait. This forest will become my sacrificial ground. Next time I return with true Rakshasa divine equipment, all of you Vicious Beasts will die!"
The crack closed, and Tang San vanished.
In the forest, the Death Qi slowly cleared away, but the damaged land and dead Spirit Beasts remained. Xiong Jun stood in place, breathing heavily. He wanted to chase him, but Tang San had used the Rakshasa Space to escape. Chi Wang spat out flames to burn away the remaining Death Qi, cursing the human.
Zi Ji looked at Di Tian and said, "Beast God, if he recovers and comes back, it will be even more troublesome."
Di Tian looked at his dragon claw in silence. The Dragon God Claw had injured Tang San, but those undead had still come back to life. This meant that as long as the Rakshasa Altar was intact, the undead could not be destroyed easily. If Tang San completed his Ninth Trial and gained his true god power, the threat would be far worse.
Bi Ji flew down, her emerald-green wings scattering light to heal the injured Vicious Beasts. Looking at the corpses on the ground, she felt deep sorrow for the heavy losses the Star Dou Great Forest had suffered.
Di Tian raised his head and looked into the distance. "No need to wait for him to come back. Tang San has fallen into the Rakshasa path completely. He will not only target our forest; the entire continent will become his target."
Zi Ji frowned. "Then what should we do?"
Di Tian paused for a moment before answering slowly, "Wait."
"Wait for what?" Xiong Jun asked, confused.
Di Tian looked toward the edge of the forest. Far away, a gentle cyan-golden life aura was rapidly approaching. It was completely opposite to Tang San's deathly aura—vast, calm, and carrying the majesty of the ocean.
"Wait for another human," Di Tian said softly. "A human who can truly stand against the Rakshasa Divine Power."
Bi Ji sensed the familiar aura and felt a spark of hope. "This life aura... Is it him?"
Di Tian did not answer directly, keeping his eyes on the distant sky. "Tang San wants to become a god through death. Let's see if life will allow him to take that final step."
At the edge of the forest, a blue-golden streak of light tore through the night sky, flying toward the core area at high speed. Tang Chen had arrived.
Meanwhile, above Spirit City, golden light lit up the sky. The moment Qian Renxue stepped out of the Angel God Temple, the entire city felt as if it were bathed in sunlight. The dark clouds vanished, and the fear caused by Tang San's recent actions was pushed back by the holy light.
In front of the Hall of Worship, Qian Renxue hovered in mid-air with six golden wings spread behind her. Her Angel divine equipment covered her body, and the Angelic Sacred Sword in her hand shone with blinding light. She was no longer just the Young Lord or an heir; she was the true Angel God, a Tier 1 Divinity.
Throughout Spirit City, every Spirit Master knelt in respect. Even the Elders of Spirit Hall did not dare look directly at her power. Gold Crocodile Douluo stood near the hall, his injuries still unhealed. Seeing her achieve godhood, a smile appeared on his old face.
"High Priest," he whispered softly, "did you see that? The Young Lord succeeded. Our Spirit Hall finally has a god."
Qian Renxue looked down at the city, seeing both the fear and devotion of her people. The world had changed. The battle between nations was now a Divine War. Because of this, she was even more determined to unite the continent. She needed to defeat Heaven Dou and Star Luo before Tang San finished his god transformation, combining all Spirit Masters to face the coming threat.
She raised the Angelic Sacred Sword, sending a beam of golden light into the sky, and her voice echoed across the city.
"Pass down my order. The entire Spirit Empire army will assemble. Within seven days, we will split into two paths to counterattack Heaven Dou and Star Luo. Those who surrender will live; those who resist will fall. I will end this war as quickly as possible."
The city erupted into cheers as thousands of soldiers shouted for the Angel God and the Spirit Empire. Qian Renxue remained silent in the air, knowing this was just the beginning of a much larger battle.
Three days later, a million-strong army marched out from Spirit City. Flying Spirit Masters filled the sky while heavy armor and foot soldiers covered the ground. The golden flags of the Spirit Empire waved in the wind as they pushed forward.
The Eastern Route Army headed for Heaven Dou, while the Western Route Army targeted Star Luo. Qian Renxue personally led the force toward Heaven Dou. Floating in the sky like a second sun, her presence alone destroyed the enemy's morale.
When they reached the first border fortress of Heaven Dou, the defense lasted only half an hour. Qian Renxue swung her sword once, shattering the city gate and the spirit guidance barrier instantly.
Hovering above the broken walls, she looked down at the surviving soldiers and spoke coldly. "Open the gates and surrender. I do not kill those who yield."