The moment the Abyssal aura descended, the soul-guided train convulsed violently.
Wang Zai's signal-blocking array shattered under the Abyssal pressure—
the distress signal finally blasted into the sky.
Wang Zai lifted his face, blue-violet demonic patterns crawling across his skin.
His tattered black robes billowed without wind, Abyssal energy coiling around him like serpents.
HEHEHE…
"The show… begins!"
Fang Yang's expression darkened. Gu Yue moved to his side.
Both felt it—Wang Zai, empowered by Abyssal divinity, had surged to Seal Imperial Douluo strength!
No soul rings? Irrelevant.
That pure Abyssal energy dwarfed all soul skills.
Survivors huddled in corners, faces ashen, eyes hollow with despair.
"What… what monster is this…?" the Security Captain trembled.
Mo Lan stared at the twisted figure, voice raw with dread:
"We're… all going to die here…"
As Governor Mo Wu's daughter, she knew the Abyss's horror better than most.
"Fear not," Wang Zai's voice softened—sinisterly gentle.
He bowed with theatrical grace, like a maestro before his overture—not a bloodthirsty madman.
"Let your blood… open the curtain… on my Abyssal Concert!"
WHOOSH!
His sixth black soul ring blazed, dripping blood-red light.
"Sixth Soul Skill: Blood Shadow Reversion Slash!"
Rivers of blood surged from corpses, coalescing into a crimson torrent.
His Bloodbone Soul-Devouring Scythe gulped it down—swelling to 30 meters, Abyssal energy crackling along its edge.
"No!"
Fang Yang reacted instantly—Black Flame Avatar surging.
KABOOOOOM!
Crimson scythe met flame avatar—Fang Yang's avatar shattered, he staggered back, blood trickling from his lips.
"Fascinating…" Wang Zai tilted his head, eyes gleaming with malice. "You need a… warmer welcome."
"Fang Yang—you alright?" Gu Yue rushed to his side, worry etched on her face.
"Just… this bastard's stronger than expected," he growled, wiping blood away.
Then—he called upon his Golden Dragon King bloodline.
ROOOOAAAR!
A heaven-shaking dragon's roar split the sky.
His skin cracked, golden scales erupting like a tidal wave.
Arms armored in jagged dragon plates, claws elongating into golden talons.
Black pupils slit vertically, blazing with apocalyptic power—primordial dragon aura crushing the train.
"This…?!" Wang Zai gaped in shock.
FLASH!
Gu Yue appeared behind Fang Yang.
"Don't move," she whispered, arms encircling his waist.
BOOOOM!
A deep resonance shook the train.
Seven-colored halos—red, blue, yellow, green, gold, silver, black—streamed from Gu Yue, wrapping Fang Yang like luminous serpents, merging into his flesh.
The moment Silver and Golden Dragon King powers fused, Gu Yue felt it:
Fang Yang's bloodline surpassed even her Silver Dragon essence—shattering the Golden Dragon's limits, power so vast it terrified her.
"YOU DARE?!" Wang Zai snarled, third and fourth rings igniting.
He slashed his wrist—blood gushing into his scythe.
The weapon swelled, Abyssal phantoms howling from its edge.
"Third Soul Skill: Blood Sacrifice!"
"Fourth Soul Skill: Soul-Devouring Slash!"
Abyssal-tinged crimson slashes ripped toward them, space fracturing in their wake.
But—within the seven-colored aura, the attacks disintegrated.
Fang Yang's golden scales shimmered, transmuting into translucent seven-colored crystal.
A seven-hued dragon armor encased him, radiating unrivaled majesty.
ROOOAR!
His dragon's cry boomed with godly arrogance.
At the peak of radiance, his black hair lifted, eyes blazing seven colors.
In his mind—ancient beasts knelt in worship, prostrating before him—
"All spirit beasts of heaven and earth—bow to the Dragon God!"
He couldn't grasp his current state—only that all around him seemed insignificant.
Slowly, he raised his golden claw, seven-colored light entwined with Black Flame.
"Dragon God Claw!"
Wang Zai howled, pouring all Abyssal power into his scythe.
"ABYSSAL BLOOD SLASH!"
CLASH!
The seven-colored claw met crimson slash—light as blinding as a supernova.
But the Dragon God Claw annihilated the slash, slamming into Wang Zai with unstoppable force.
"NO! HOW CAN I LOSE?!"
His scream turned to ash as seven-colored light consumed him, dissolving into nothing.
WHOOSH…
A white-robed figure landed silently.
Wu Zhangkong—eyes wide with shock.
"What… soul fusion skill was that?!"
The seven-colored glow faded.
Gu Yue slumped against Fang Yang, exhausted.
"Gu Yue!" He caught her, voice tight with worry.
"I'm fine… just… overexerted…" she smiled weakly.
"Fang Yang, Gu Yue—you alright?" Wu Zhangkong approached.
"Teacher Wu!" Fang Yang blinked in surprise. "I didn't expect you here."
"I arrived in Tian Dou City—saw the distress signal," Wu Zhangkong said grimly.
"Other backups are en route."
Fang Yang nodded, whispering to Gu Yue:
"Erase everyone's memories—except the conductor."
Gu Yue gave a faint nod, silver light flickering in her black eyes.
THUD. THUD. THUD.
Survivors collapsed, memories wiped clean.
Wu Zhangkong watched—said nothing.
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