Godless and Mindless Ring of Last Defense

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"Heh heh, you little brat of the Chen family, have a taste of Grandfather's Hundred Poisons Heart Drill!"

A Soul King with a centipede tattoo on his face laughed strangely as ink green poisonous mist sprayed from both hands. Dozens of Bone Excavation Group elites roared and charged after him. Their bodies were smeared with poison-resistant grease, and their eyes were crazed.

On Du Gu Fu's somewhat fair face, there was now only ice-cold killing intent. His sunny air had vanished completely.

This was not a competition arena. This was a battlefield where one side lived and the other died. He could finally cut loose.

The massive phantom of a Xiu Serpent coiled around his entire body. His Second Soul Skill, "Netherworld Poison Shadow," spread silently. Black poisonous mist collided and mingled with the ink green poison mist spraying toward him, actually letting out sizzling sounds of corrosion.

The Bone Excavation Group members who charged into this area, even prepared against poison, instantly grew stiff and sluggish, their muscles twitching uncontrollably.

"Golden Centipede Thousand Split Thrust!" Du Gu Fu shouted in a low voice as his Third Soul Ring lit up.

In an instant, countless condensed golden centipede-leg spike phantoms, almost solid, shot out like a torrential rain.

Pff pff pff!

The dense sounds of flesh being pierced made one's scalp go numb. Dozens of bloody holes instantly burst open across the bodies of the elites at the very front. Deadly poison invaded their blood vessels in an instant. Their screams cut off abruptly, their skin quickly blackened and festered, and their corpses fell while emitting strange green smoke.

"First Soul Skill—Brocade Splendor Feathers."

Ma Wencai's clear voice rang out inside the poisonous mist.

With a sweep of both arms, the phantom of a gorgeous brocade chicken appeared. Countless sharp feathers shining with five-colored light shot into the enemy's following troops.

The feathers not only caused light-attribute burns, but also made the eyes of those struck sting painfully, plunging them into brief blindness.

"Burn!"

Immediately after, the huge "Blazing Sun Wheel" (Third Soul Skill) rose into the air with a hum, spinning at high speed as it charged into the area covered by poisonous shadows and feathers.

Boom—!

The sun wheel exploded, and scorching golden flames and intense light instantly swallowed up a swath of enemies.

Even more terrifying was that the high heat ignited the compound toxins permeating the air and the poisonous blood on the ground!

With a hiss, brilliant, mottled toxic vapors rose, covering a large area of the left flank.

The Bone Excavation Group members who had luckily not been killed outright inhaled the poison gas and immediately clutched their throats, their eyes bulging, black blood flowing from all seven orifices. They died while rolling in agony.

The left flank turned into a death swamp of bizarre colors, fatal at the slightest touch.

On the right.

"Form up! Crush them!" a Soul King wielding a serrated broadsword roared. Behind him were core members of the Bone Excavation Group surging in like a tide, each of them vicious, with intense fluctuations of Soul Power.

Chen Bin and Chen Shurui stood back to back, their expressions solemn. The light sword was dazzling, the dark sword deep and shadowy. Their utterly opposite Soul Powers nevertheless blended and cycled perfectly between them.

The two shouted low at the same time:

"Third Soul Skill—Fusion—Light and Darkness Sword Vortex!"

The twin swords intertwined and spun, forming a huge light-and-dark vortex over ten meters across, grinding dozens of Bone Excavation Group members at the very front into it.

The sounds of weapons snapping, bones shattering, and Desperate Screams mixed together. Severed limbs and broken arms were flung out amid spurting Blood Rain.

"Fourth Soul Skill—Merge—Light and Dark Shield Wall!"

Immediately afterward, two massive energy shield barriers, one bright and one dark, instantly rose on the flank and fused together.

Bang bang bang! The dense impacts were like a storm beating banana leaves. The charge of the following Bone Excavation Group members slammed viciously into the shield wall.

The light shield burned and rebounded; the dark wall devoured and dispersed force. It was as solid as the Wall of Sighs.

No matter how the enemy charged and hacked at it, the Light and Dark Barrier stood unmoving, defending the right flank as securely as an iron fortress. But every impact made Chen Bin and Chen Shurui's faces pale a shade further. The drain was enormous.

In the air, Ma Liang was under tremendous pressure.

"Screech—!" Piercing shrieks came from overhead. Dozens of Bloodthirsty Iron Winged Bats with wingspans of nearly two meters and exposed fangs, driven by two flying Soul Kings, dived down like a dark cloud!

Every beat of his crimson flame wings stirred up scorching waves of air. "Phoenix Fire Feather" shot out like a rain of arrows, "Phoenix Meteor Fist" sent fist shadows falling like meteors, "Phoenix Shockwave" tore through the air, and "Phoenix Meteor Shower" covered an entire stretch of sky, with countless fireballs the size of washbasins smashing down like meteorites.

The stench of char and roasted meat spread everywhere. Burning bat carcasses kept falling, smashing onto the ground or onto the heads of unlucky Bone Excavation Group members.

Ma Liang alone held the threat in the sky down with desperate force, but the flame wings on his body had also dimmed slightly. The drain on him was equally astonishing.

"Circle around from the back! Take out the one standing there!"

A dozen desperadoes drilled out from the shadows of the ruins like Ground Rats and charged straight at the strangely behaving Chen Xiaojun.

"Sink!" The smile had vanished from Yuan Run's face as he slammed one palm hard against the ground.

"Second Soul Skill—Quagmire Trap."

Sizzle—!

The solid ground in front of him instantly softened, collapsed, and churned, turning into a sticky quagmire nearly ten meters wide.

"Mudification!" Yuan Run activated his Third Soul Skill when he saw the enemies behind trying to circle around.

The mire instantly expanded to more than twenty meters wide. The six men charging at the very front could not stop in time and were swallowed up to their chests amid cries of alarm. The more they struggled, the faster they sank, and the viscous mud slowly devoured them until only waving arms and terrified howls remained.

"Wall Transformation!" This soul skill could interchange earth and mud.

The sludge at the edge of the mire hardened and rose, forming a solid Stone Wall nearly three meters tall that completely blocked off this sneak-attack route!

"Woof!" With a short, rather convincing bark, An Mingyuan, who worked in perfect sync with Yuan Run, moved.

Wearing Rock Dog Armor (First Soul Skill), he activated his Fourth Soul Skill, "Star Light Assault." His whole body turned into an earthy-yellow streak of light nearly impossible to distinguish with the naked eye, trailing a string of deceptive afterimages as he shuttled at high speed along the edge of the mud pit and beneath the Stone Wall.

"Rend!" Earthrending Claw (Third Soul Skill) lashed out fiercely as he abruptly stopped and changed direction!

A huge pair of rocky claws shrieked through the air and slammed hard into a Bone Excavation Group Soul Ancestor who was trying to climb over the wall.

Pfft! The man was flattened against the wall like a rag, broken stone spraying out mixed with blood, flesh, and internal organs.

Another enemy circling in from the side was met by a sharp turn from An Mingyuan. The enormous rocky claw swept across and cut him in half at the waist; his upper body, still gripping a blade, charged forward a few steps before collapsing, intestines spilling all over the ground.

Farther out, among the tangled shadows formed by collapsed roof beams on both sides of the street, half a carriage, piles of rubble, sheds, and haystacks, Qiu Qingquan activated his First Soul Skill, "Shadow Concealment," and all but ceased to exist.

Only the occasional streak of blood drawn when metal finger guards slid across a throat, or the "Dark Corrosion Claw" (Third Soul Skill) that shot out like lightning from those shadows, wreathed in corrosive black qi, left terrifying wounds on the backs of one Bone Excavation Group member after another—deep enough to expose bone and hissing with smoke.

From time to time, his Fourth Soul Skill, "Rock Needle Rain," erupted in an instant—dozens of sharp, earthy-yellow stone needles covered an area with a shrill sound of tearing air, pinning several Bone Excavation Group members who failed to dodge to the ruined walls. Blood gurgled down along the stone needles.

There was no helping it. Chen Xiaojun was like someone soulless, mindless, and muddled, keeping everyone tied down around him as he walked forward slowly.

Pressure squeezed in from every direction like a tsunami. Desperate men and small leaders who feared no death kept bursting out from all sorts of unexpected gaps, from the intervals between clashing soul skills, even by stepping on their companions' corpses, howling as they pounced toward Chen Xiaojun at the center, who seemed utterly defenseless.

Fortunately, these youths had all been through battlefields. They were no hothouse flowers, and their strength, experience, reading of the situation, judgment, and coordination were all extremely on point.