Ning Fengzhi was shocked: "Why does Ye Yu have a dragon scale on his left arm? Could it be... Ye Yu's second martial spirit is a dragon?"
Although Ye Yu is of the Support Type, the terrifying and unsettling Power of Extreme Evil definitely does not come from the Nine Spirits Black Begonia, so he also thought Ye Yu had a second martial soul. However, he did not expect it to be a dragon.
Seeing the black dragon scale, Ning Fengzhi wondered, what kind of dragon could it be?
The seven Blood-Eyed Golden Lions were also extremely shocked; upon seeing this dragon scale, their bodies trembled involuntarily and subconsciously took a step back.
Just one dragon scale brought immense pressure on their bloodline, making them, members of the Blood-Eyed Golden Lion clan, unable to maintain their pride.
This black dragon scale was something Ye Yu only got a month ago, and at that time, he was extremely excited. Just one dragon scale doubled the strength and defense of his left arm! Moreover, the Power of Extreme Evil could flow throughout his entire body, enhancing not only his left arm's strength and defense but his entire body.
Now, this was Ye Yu's true full-strength state! His final trump card!
Although it was just one dragon scale, and far from Dragon Transformation, even a single dragon scale was extremely powerful.
Looking at this dragon scale, Ye Yu felt very familiar, with a sensation of bloodline connection.
Ye Yu confirmed that his martial soul was a black dragon, and moreover, Ye Yu felt it wasn't a Beast Martial Soul—instead, it was more accurately a Body Martial Soul! He himself was the dragon!
The Blood-Eyed Golden Lions felt humiliated, actually intimidated like this, and considering that their opponent was essentially only of fiftieth level, simply with terrifying aura, not true strength.
Exchanging glances, they ferociously charged forward.
Ye Yu's true full strength was extremely murderous; facing the seven Blood-Eyed Golden Lions, even a level eighty-nine Titled Douluo would've had to flee, but Ye Yu became even more excited, his blood boiling.
Boom boom boom boom...
The battle began; Ye Yu was besieged. Due to his bloodthirstiness, he only knew how to attack fiercely, not defend, so he was constantly attacked by the Blood-Eyed Golden Lions. However, his body was shrouded in black energy, his defense even stronger, and he wouldn't be seriously injured in a short time.
Ning Fengzhi watched from afar, hardly believing it; although Ye Yu was still at a disadvantage, he managed to keep the seven Blood-Eyed Golden Lions at bay without letting them approach himself.
Seeing Ye Yu's completely reckless fighting style, Ning Fengzhi was initially very worried but noticed that the attacks from the Blood-Eyed Golden Lions only caused Ye Yu minor injuries; their claws only scratched his skin.
While Ye Yu fought, his First Soul Skill shone continuously, perpetually healing himself, while his life energy amplified, making him more resilient.
Though he couldn't fully defeat them, he could barely withstand them.
Earlier, during the pursuit, Ning Fengzhi had already sent out the Seven Treasure Glaze Sect's exclusive signal flare, a severe one, and he believed Bone Douluo was speeding his way here.
"I hope we can hold out until Uncle Long arrives," Ning Fengzhi thought, but he found it hard to believe.
Bone Douluo, also known as Gu Rong, had another name, the Smiling Bone Dragon. He was one of the two main pillars of the Seven Treasure Glaze Sect, known as the world's greatest defense, and the world's most enigmatic.
The battle dragged on for ten minutes, and Ye Yu's last sliver of rationality was about to collapse, inevitably leading to a rampage, completely losing his senses. Perhaps he would become stronger, but losing his mind meant he would attack anyone, even harming Ning Fengzhi.
But if he released it, he wouldn't be able to hold off these seven Blood-Eyed Golden Lions at all.
The Blood-Eyed Golden Lions were extremely stunned and annoyed; even though Ye Yu entirely wasn't their match, he was too resilient, and the most frustrating part was his continuous self-healing. Otherwise, his injuries would certainly accumulate to the point of serious injury by now.
They had to endure, thinking that Ye Yu was only at fiftieth level, and with such a state, his soul power would definitely be consumed greatly.
As they thought, Ye Yu's soul power was nearly exhausted.
Ye Yu frowned: "Could it really be that I'm going to die here."
Ye Yu was unwilling, even in death, how could he die at the hands of these soul beasts.
Boom boom boom...
At that moment, more intense battle roars approached from afar; it was Sword Douluo battling with the Blood-Eyed Golden Lion King.
Sword Douluo fought as he retreated; seeing Ye Yu and Ning Fengzhi still unharmed, he felt a little relieved.
The Blood-Eyed Golden Lion King naturally saw this scene and, after a moment's daze, exploded in anger, speaking human words and shouting: "You useless bunch! After so long, you still haven't dealt with these two humans?! One is a seventy-nine-level Support Type Soul Saint, and the other a fifty-level Soul Sect, and yet you can't kill them after all this time? You're bringing shame to the Blood-Eyed Golden Lion clan!"
The seven Blood-Eyed Golden Lions trembled at the scolding, holding even more resentment toward Ye Yu, cursing internally: "Why are you so tough, kid, you're even harder to kill than facing a Soul Douluo; damn it, you got us scolded by the Lion King."
The seven Blood-Eyed Golden Lions attacked more fiercely, and Ye Yu's last bit of sanity was about to collapse, leaving him no choice but to withdraw from the Complete Voidification state, making the situation even more dangerous.
Sword Douluo's face grew extremely grave, wanting to help, but unable to free himself; this one-hundred-thousand-year Blood-Eyed Golden Lion King was very difficult to deal with.
Sword Douluo's white robe was full of tears, looking somewhat embarrassed, with blood staining the corners of his mouth.
The Blood-Eyed Golden Lion King was also marked with several sword qi-induced wounds.
At this point, Ye Yu's soul power was exhausted, unable to heal himself further, suddenly facing relentless attacks and gradually becoming unable to withstand them, his injuries worsening.
Ning Fengzhi's soul power was nearly depleted as well, his face extremely unsightly.
Bang!
Ye Yu was struck and sent flying, landing beside Ning Fengzhi, his soul rings and martial spirit automatically retracting, as his soul power was completely exhausted.
"Roar roar roar!!!"
The seven Blood-Eyed Golden Lions knew that these two were finally done!
Sword Douluo's face changed drastically, wanting to rush over, but the Blood-Eyed Golden Lion King charged in fury, snorting: "While battling with the king, you still have the leisure to care about others? Are you underestimating me?"
Sword Douluo cursed under his breath: "Damn it!!"
The seven Blood-Eyed Golden Lions pounced from different directions, certain that in the next moment, Ye Yu and Ning Fengzhi would become their food. However, at that instant!
"Whoever dares to harm him, dies!"
A furious roar echoed throughout the depths of Xingdou Great Forest, and instantly, the seven Blood-Eyed Golden Lions shivered all over, engulfed by an extremely terrifying pressure; suddenly the ones in mid-air crashed to the ground, trembling!
The seven Blood-Eyed Golden Lions lost their previous ferocity, their golden fur standing on end, their entire bodies shaking! No longer having a shred of the lion's imposing presence, they resembled a bunch of sick cats!
This roar not only made them tremble; it sent shivers through every soul beast under seventy thousand years in the depths of Xingdou Great Forest.
The one-hundred-thousand-year Blood-Eyed Golden Lion King fighting Sword Douluo heard this majestic roar and felt this awe-inspiring terrifying aura, his face changed dramatically!
"Could it be..."
The Blood-Eyed Golden Lion King immediately backed away from Sword Douluo, tracing the sound and looking toward the sky, his pupils contracting in immense fear.
"It's... the Hell Demon Dragon!"
In the sky, a demon dragon soared, its body stretching a hundred meters long and twenty meters wide, its body covered with black dragon scales, yet completely different from Ye Yu's black dragon scales, seemingly of much different quality, not as good as Ye Yu's dragon scales.
The demon dragon's head was ferociously imposing, topped with black dragon horns, spewing black breath making one shiver. Its large purple dragon eyes radiated an icy gleam, its four sturdy dragon legs powerful, and its dragon claws terrifyingly fierce, while a pair of black wings spread to either side of its body, radiating an aura of darkness.
This was a one-hundred-thousand-year Hell Demon Dragon, belonging to the top-tier of soul beasts!
The Hell Demon Dragon cast its first glance at the black energy surrounding Ye Yu, and the black dragon scale on Ye Yu's left arm. Its dragon eyes showed reverence, its heart excited: "This Power of Extreme Evil is truly the Origin of Evil! Could he be a descendant of that 'person'?"