Chapter 49: Mirroring Heaven and Earth, the Bloody Interest of the Undying Black Flames
Above the sky outside Dragon City.
"Boom—!"
Pitch-black thunderclouds churned violently amidst those tragic, earth-shattering wails.
Nether Thunder Douluo curled up in mid-air.
He clutched his head tightly with both hands, his entire body convulsing!
The ocular technique Amaterasu, combined with the mental burning caused by his own illusion, Shiranui, felt like millions of red-hot steel needles frantically churning within his sea of consciousness.
Every inch of his nerves teetered on the edge of collapse.
And Evil Soul Masters... were the most fearful of this kind of power that directly attacked the soul; clearly, the power of the Sharingan.
It happened to stir up the already unstable evil power within the Evil Soul Master.
"You little bastard... I want you to pay with your life!!!"
As a long-renowned Titled Douluo, Nether Thunder ultimately managed to unleash a sliver of ferocious potential amidst that extreme pain.
"Boom—!"
In his desperation!
He unleashed a strike, blasting it toward Lin Sheng, who was about to vanish on the horizon.
"You little bastard, you can't escape!"
In an instant, the space within a thousand-meter radius seemed to transform into a churning pool of black lightning.
And within that evil, dark power!
A streak of light.
Just like that, it crossed space out of thin air and flew directly toward Lin Sheng; all of this happened in the blink of an eye.
"Lin Sheng, run!!!"
This streak of light, containing terrifying power,
came with the determination to drag him down together, madly strangling toward Lin Sheng at the center from all directions.
Inside the sea of consciousness.
Tianmeng Iceworm and the Ice Empress completely changed color, both of them crying out in alarm.
"Old thing, you're already fighting for your life..."
Lin Sheng suddenly turned back, the smile on his lips looking somewhat crazed, but those Sharingan were cold and devoid of any warmth.
"Even if I can't kill you right now, don't think you'll have it easy!"
"Ocular technique, Space Refraction!"
The Mangekyo pattern in his right eye rotated to the extreme, and the space in front of him seemed like folded paper.
It produced layers of eerie overlaps and fractures!
When those violent thunderbolts approached within ten feet of him, they seemed to crash into an invisible prism.
They were constantly deflected and twisted.
"First Spirit Ability, Mirror Heaven and Earth Change!"
Lin Sheng roared, the origin of the Body Martial Soul originally infused into the Sharingan erupting completely at this moment.
The Three-Tomoe Sharingan
and the Mangekyo Sharingan alternated, executing insight and copying ocular techniques!
"Boom—!"
Those refracted Nether Thunderbolts not only failed to dissipate but instead seemed to find an outlet, blasting back along the path of the circular mirror!
"Bang—!"
This top-tier rebounding ocular technique, originating from the Sharingan, forcibly reflected a portion of Nether Thunder Douluo's strongest strike back at him.
"Pfft!"
How could Nether Thunder Douluo have expected the opponent to have such monstrous methods?
His sea of consciousness was already suffering from the burning of the Amaterasu black flames, which had already made him miserable.
Injured, he had no way to dodge...
He was hit squarely in the chest by the Nirvana Thunder he had unleashed himself.
"Pfft—!"
Nether Thunder spat blood.
A miserable mist of blood exploded in the air, most of his ribs instantly shattered, and his entire body was sent flying hundreds of meters like a kite with a broken string.
Clearly, this strike had injured him quite severely!
However, rebounding an attack of this level consumed an incredibly terrifying amount of energy!
A stinging pain came from his eyes.
Lin Sheng was definitely not having an easy time either.
How terrifying was a Titled Douluo's attack? If he hadn't caught Nether Thunder Douluo off guard and made him suffer a loss,
he feared... he wouldn't have lasted more than a few moves!
"Cough, cough..."
Lin Sheng coughed up blood.
Even with Space Refraction and Mirror Heaven and Earth Change negating most of it, the remaining shockwave still shattered his Susanoo armor.
Lin Sheng threw his head back and spat out a large mouthful of blood, his body swaying as he knelt in the void.
Due to overdrawing his ocular power, the radiance of the Sharingan dimmed slightly.
"Hehehe..."
Yet he was laughing.
That smile was ferocious and crazed; illuminated by the firelight, he looked like an Asura crawling out of purgatory.
"Is that all you can take? Old dog, it's not over yet..."
Lin Sheng forcefully suppressed the churning blood in his body.
The Mangekyo pattern in his right eye lit up with a destructive arc of light one last time within the bleeding cracks!
"Ocular technique: Amaterasu!"
"Burn!"
That was the power of the Sharingan truly touching the highest laws.
Nether Thunder Douluo, who had been struggling to escape, suddenly had a cluster of ink-black flames ignite out of thin air on his left shoulder.
That was the so-called strongest physical attack, the flames of the sun that would never extinguish until the target was burned to ash!
"Ah!! What the hell is this thing?!"
Nether Thunder Douluo discovered with horror...
no matter how he mobilized his spirit power to suppress it, the black flames actually used his spirit power as fuel, burning even more vigorously!
Not only that.
The black flames did not emit high heat, but rather a sense of nirvana that devoured everything and destroyed everything.
"Sizzle—"
The stench of burning flesh spread out; Nether Thunder Douluo screamed miserably, discovering in terror that his arm was rapidly turning into ash under the black flames.
"Damn it, how is this a Spirit Ancestor!"
"Leave... must leave!!!"
Nether Thunder Douluo disregarded his dignity, his right hand forming a blade as he ruthlessly sliced off his entire left arm, which was attached to the black flames.
Amidst the sky-high blood light,
he unleashed a special secret technique, transforming into a tattered blood-lightning, and fled into the distance without looking back.
Lin Sheng coldly watched that fleeing shadow without pursuing.
His pupils were trembling violently!
Clearly, he had exhausted all his strength, completely overdrawing his most terrifying spirit power and mental force.
He had even overdrawn his Spirit origin!
To unleash this strongest strike, the ocular technique, Amaterasu!
"Pity... still can't kill this guy..."
His state at this moment had plummeted to the bottom; his spirit power was dried up, and his vision even began to show double images.
Lin Sheng landed on the ground.
He held onto the edge of the damaged mountain beside him, letting the cold wind blow through his damp hair, the ferocious smile on his lips never fading.
"Run... just run."
Lin Sheng reached out with his blood-stained hand, gently stroking his right Mangekyo, his voice raspy and cold.
"This is just a little interest from six years ago, old dog. You've saved your life, but this arm is your price."
"Next time... I won't need to pay such a price to easily twist off your head."
Tianmeng Iceworm and the Ice Empress appeared.
"Lin Sheng, you're simply crazy!"
Tianmeng Iceworm couldn't help but curse.
"You're only a Spirit Ancestor, even if you overdraw everything to make a Titled Douluo pay the price of an arm, you almost died yourself!"
He was indeed someone who cherished his life.
Although Lin Sheng said he wouldn't be consumed by hatred...
but that look just now.
You dare say he wasn't consumed by hatred? He was just about to go up and fight for his life, okay!
"Cough, cough..."
Lin Sheng's eyes were dim, appearing somewhat desolate at this moment.
It seemed as if he had run out of oil and lamp, as if the Sharingan were about to shatter...
Yet, he slowly took out that dragon core from earlier.
"Everything I did was for... consuming the dragon core."
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