Chapter 48: Nether Thunder's Blood-Curdling Cry, Soul Burning Under Amaterasu's Black Flames
The air in the underground stronghold froze completely in that second.
When Nether Thunder Douluo's gloomy old face saw the chaotic spirit power fluctuations inside the spirit tool bombs, his pupils suddenly contracted to pinpricks.
"Damn it! Who, who the hell did this?!"
As a Titled Douluo...
His keen intuition was frantically sounding the alarm; those tampered-with fuses were like the breath of death.
Already pressed against his throat.
"Bastard! Who is it?!"
His roar had not yet faded.
High up in the distant sky, Lin Sheng pressed his right index and middle fingers together and lightly pinched the empty air.
"Explode."
"BOOM—!!!"
In an instant, the entire wilderness trembled violently, as if a sleeping lava behemoth in the depths of the earth had awakened.
Blinding white light pierced through the soil.
Followed immediately by deafening, chain-reaction explosions!!!
A vast number of spirit tool bombs and other lethal spirit tools were completely detonated at this moment.
In this instant.
The accumulated destructive energy was instantly compressed and then burst within the narrow underground space.
"Rumble—!"
A dark red fire cloud, accompanied by thick smoke, erupted from the stronghold's entrance, and the vegetation for several miles around was instantly vaporized.
Those Evil Soul Masters who hadn't even had time to let out a scream were turned directly into ash under the terrifying high temperature and shockwave.
An eight-ring Spirit Douluo who was at the core of the explosion...
Before he could even activate his Spirit Avatar, his origin was torn apart in the brilliant firelight, and he fell completely.
"Ah!!! Who is it?!"
Nether Thunder Douluo let out a roar.
...
Lin Sheng stood high in the sky, the howling wind ruffling his hair.
"You brought this upon yourself."
His blood-red Sharingan reflected the sky-high flames, his expression as indifferent as a stone statue.
Watching the raging flames.
His consciousness was dazed for a split second.
In his memory, that pitch-black night, the same firelight, the same screams, the same desperate sense of destruction...
His village had vanished into nothingness in just such a red glow back then.
"Nether Thunder!"
Extreme hatred and the joy of revenge intertwined.
Transforming into a violent mental wave, it actually caused the stable level 47 spirit power within Lin Sheng to fluctuate violently.
And it was this momentary loss of control over his spirit power.
That was seized by Nether Thunder Douluo.
"Found you... right here!"
A wild roar filled with tyranny and killing intent came from the sea of fire.
Nether Thunder Douluo was wrapped in pitch-black lightning; although he looked disheveled and his expensive purple robe was in tatters, the foundation of a Titled Douluo allowed him to forcibly protect himself during the explosion.
"BOOM—!"
His snake-like eyes locked firmly onto the faint fluctuation of aura on the clock tower.
"Little bastard, so it was you!"
"Merely a Spirit Ancestor, yet you dare to destroy my stronghold? I think you're courting death!"
Nether Thunder Douluo turned into a long rainbow of black lightning and fire.
Instantly crossing thousands of meters, he raised his right palm, and the sky filled with dark clouds gathered; a Nether Thunder as thick as a millstone, carrying a destructive aura, struck down upon his head.
"Dōjutsu: Space Insight, Copy."
Lin Sheng snorted coldly.
His figure twisted strangely and vanished the instant before the lightning struck. When he reappeared, he was in the void a hundred meters away.
"Teleportation? No, it's spatial displacement!"
Nether Thunder Douluo was extremely irritated.
The opponent was like a slippery loach!
He waved his hands repeatedly, nine spirit rings vibrating wildly at his feet, then converged together.
Erupting with a powerful force that could destroy the heavens and the earth!
"Little bastard, today I will make sure you have no place to be buried!"
"Die!!!"
The massive lightning shadow blotted out the sky, and the pressure of the Titled Douluo weighed down on Lin Sheng like a ten-thousand-pound burden.
The surrounding buildings crumbled inch by inch under the lightning pressure.
"Die!"
Facing the full-force killing blow of a Titled Douluo, a flash of crazy bloodlust appeared in Lin Sheng's eyes.
He did not choose to dodge again, but instead suddenly spread his arms.
"Susanoo!"
"ROAR—!"
A chakra warrior over thirty meters tall, covered in solid dark red flesh, rose from the ground.
The warrior let out a roar that shattered the clouds.
His right hand gripped the air!
A giant chakra sword wrapped in destructive blood-colored light condensed with a boom, slamming head-on into that Nether Thunder phantom!
"BANG!!!"
The shockwave generated by the collision of spirit power ripped the roofs off several surrounding streets.
Lin Sheng let out a muffled groan, his body flying backward for dozens of meters, and fine cracks appeared on the arm armor of his Susanoo.
The chasm in levels was, after all, vast.
Even though Lin Sheng's physical strength and spirit power were now far superior to those of the same realm.
But... confronting a Titled Douluo head-on was still.
Seemingly a bit wishful thinking!
"It's not over yet."
Lin Sheng forcibly stopped his retreat in the air, the pattern of his right Mangekyo spinning wildly in reverse.
"Fourth Spirit Ability, Kamui: Intangibility!"
Just as the second lightning spear connected by Nether Thunder Douluo was about to pierce through Lin Sheng's chest, his body suddenly became transparent and intangible.
The lightning spear passed through his afterimage without any obstruction, failing to cause even the slightest injury.
"What? Intangibility?!"
Nether Thunder Douluo was terrified; such an ability to ignore physical and spirit power attacks was simply unheard of.
Just in the brief stalemate where his old strength was spent... and his new strength had not yet been born.
Lin Sheng's Sharingan, interwoven with eerie red divine light, shone to the extreme in the darkness.
"Dōjutsu..."
"Amaterasu!"
Lin Sheng's right Mangekyo erupted with unprecedented, searing radiance.
This was not a simple fire attack.
But a type of immortal, indestructible black flame that would only dissipate once the enemy was burned to ashes.
The flames of Amaterasu!
"Amaterasu, just like Susanoo, here on the Douluo Continent, should be called..."
"My self-created Spirit Ability."
Lin Sheng suppressed the surging blood in his body and pulled away.
"BOOM—!"
The terrifying black flames filling the sky appeared out of thin air around Nether Thunder Douluo's head, instantly drilling in through his seven orifices.
"Ah—!!!"
A scream of extreme misery resounded over the sky of Dragon City.
Nether Thunder Douluo felt as if his soul had been thrown into a high-temperature furnace of ten million degrees and repeatedly forged; every nerve was wailing in unbearable agony.
In that illusion...
He seemed to see countless vengeful Spirits he had slaughtered turning into life-demanding ghosts, frantically tearing at his consciousness.
"Nether Thunder, just endure this pain."
Lin Sheng's Sharingan stared at Nether Thunder Douluo.
Sight locked.
Amaterasu burn!
"Damn it, what is this flame?!"
Nether Thunder Douluo wanted to extinguish it, but this eerie black fire could actually regenerate; it was incredibly strange.
Lin Sheng took this opportunity.
He turned directly into a blood-red streak and rushed into the distance, while Nether Thunder Douluo was left enduring the terrifying power of the Amaterasu black flames.
"BOOM—!"
A strike carrying dark, evil-attributed power.
At this moment, it slammed directly toward Lin Sheng.
The strongest, intentional strike of a Titled Douluo, unavoidable!
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