The Descender Legion Emerges, the Dragon King Becomes Fuel for Nibelungen, the Dragon King Falls into the Abyss to Become the

"ROAR--!!!"

A dragon roar, impossible to describe in words and filled with endless sorrow, fury, and pain, exploded from the deepest reaches of the Forbidden Land of the God Realm!

This dragon roar pierced directly through the spatial barriers of the God Realm, resounding in the depths of the soul of every living being possessing the bloodline of the Dragon Clan!

Within the God Realm Committee, in the void behind Tang San, those enormous golden eyes were instantly stained with blood. The will belonging to the Dragon God was, at this moment, running completely wild!

Suppress, defeat... the entire Dragon Clan!

This sentence was like the most vicious curse, piercing precisely into the deepest wound of the Dragon God!

This was not a metaphor, not a description, but a bloody reality he had once personally experienced!

"Phanes--!!!"

The Dragon God roared. He remembered those high and mighty gods, remembered that unjust trial, and remembered the eternal tragedy of the Dragon Clan being divided and suppressed!

In another corner, the bodies of Tang Wulin and Gu Yuena trembled violently at the same time.

"Argh!" On Tang Wulin's right arm, golden dragon scales surged out uncontrollably. The bloodline of the Golden Dragon King was wailing, was furious! A sorrow and rage originating from the deepest part of his bloodline nearly swallowed his sanity.

"Wulin!" Gu Yuena hurriedly embraced him. Silver dragon scales also flickered faintly on her skin. Fragments of memories belonging to the Silver Dragon King surged in her mind—tragic scenes of countless dragons falling and the starry sky being stained with blood.

Their bloodlines, their powers, their very existence, all originated from that tragedy of the Dragon Clan!

Greater Khingan Range, Lake of Life.

"Splash!"

Niu Tian and Titan could no longer support their massive bodies; their knees slammed heavily into the ground, splashing water ten thousand feet high. Two lines of blood-red tears flowed from their eyes.

"Suppress... the Dragon Clan..."

"Again... it's like this again!" Niu Tian roared at the sky in sorrow, his voice hoarse. "Why! Why must our Dragon Clan suffer such unfair treatment in every world! What exactly did we do wrong!"

Douluo Continent, Shrek City.

Inside the Sea God Pavilion, Huo Yuhao's face was deathly pale. He could clearly feel that within his Sea of Consciousness, Tianmeng, the Ice Emperor, the Snow Emperor, Li Ya, and even the slumbering Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass—all his Soul Spirits were plunged into extreme fear and sorrow at this moment.

That was the empathy belonging to Soul Beasts for the "Dragon Clan," the Ancestor of All Beasts!

Bei Bei, He Caitou, Xu Sanshi, Xiao Xiao, Tang Ya, and the others beside him were all speechless. They were humans and could not fully comprehend that sorrow of the bloodline, but the four words "easily suppress" on the light screen had already made them feel a bone-chilling cold.

An existence capable of easily suppressing the entire Dragon Clan—just how terrifying must that be?

Deep within the imperial palace, Emperor Xueye swayed, nearly collapsing to the ground. Ning Tian, standing beside him, was quick-witted and caught him.

"Your Majesty!"

Emperor Xueye waved his hand, his cloudy eyes filled with ash. He stared at the Light Screen, murmuring to himself, "So... even a dragon... can be defeated so easily..."

What did the struggles of a mortal empire amount to in the face of such an existence?

God Realm.

Ji Dong and Lie Yan exchanged a glance, both seeing the horror in each other's eyes. The dragon race of their own world was equally powerful, but now it seemed...

"If such a 'Descender' were to come to our world..." Lie Yan's voice was somewhat dry.

No one could answer that question.

Hai Long, Tian Hen, A'Dai, Lei Xiang, Ye Yinzhu... one by one, the God Kings who had once dominated the winds and clouds were now silent. They were all contemplating the same question: if their own world were to welcome such a "Descender," what would the outcome be?

Right in the midst of this deathly silence, a final line appeared on the Light Screen—the most despairing line of all.

[But, the Descender is not the only one.]

Not... the only one?

This sentence struck everyone's heart like an invisible, heavy hammer.

Phanes alone had already subverted their understanding and brought endless despair.

Now, the Light Screen was telling them that there was more than one such existence!

In the God Realm Committee, Tang San, who had been forcing himself to remain calm, found his aura unable to maintain its stability the moment he saw those words. He clenched his fists tightly, and the illusory Sea God Trident began to flicker violently, showing signs of instability for the first time.

The God of Destruction and the Goddess of Life looked at each other, seeing disbelief in each other's pupils. They could feel that Tang San's emotional fluctuations had reached an extremely dangerous critical point.

In the midst of this silence, the text on the Light Screen slowly faded, replaced by a brand-new scene, one even more grand and tragic.

The scene depicted a world nearing its end. The sky was dark red, the earth was covered in cracked scars, and countless magnificent buildings had been reduced to ruins. Above those ruins, a dragon of unimaginable size stood in a standoff against a humanoid existence radiating white light.

The power of that dragon was in no way inferior to the Dragon God of the past! In some aspects, it was even greater!

"This is..." Gu Yuena's body trembled slightly. The memory fragments of the Silver Dragon King in her mind surged once more, telling her that the dragon in the scene was of the same origin as them, yet an even more ancient existence!

[King of the Old World, Dragon King, Nibelungen.]

A line of cold text appeared on the side of the scene.

The process of the battle was skipped over by the Light Screen at high speed, but the result was clearly branded into everyone's eyes.

The Dragon King had lost.

Its massive body plummeted from the sky, crashing into the earth, causing the entire world to wail in grief. The "Descender" radiating white light, Phanes, reached out his hand, seemingly intent on completely erasing the existence of this Great Old One.

Seeing this scene, Tang Wulin's bloodline roared with anger once again, and Niu Tian and Titan were so furious their eyes were on the verge of splitting.

Again! Another defeat for the Dragon Race!

However, just as everyone assumed the outcome was set, the scene shifted abruptly!

The Dragon King Nibelungen, on the verge of falling, turned those dragon eyes burning with endless resentment toward a certain direction in the universe. There lay a pure darkness, one that seemed capable of swallowing all light.

[The King's Resentment draws forth the dark side of the universe—the Abyss.]

The next moment, a sight that made every observer's scalp tingle appeared.

That pure darkness, as if possessing a life of its own, transformed into countless pitch-black tentacles. They spanned endless space, coiling around Nibelungen's dissipating Dragon Soul and broken remains.

There was no resistance, no struggle.

There was only a proactive welcome and embrace!

"No! What is he doing!" Gu Yuena exclaimed, her voice trembling.

She could feel that the dark power was filled with filth, corruption, and madness—a stark contrast to the noble bloodline of their Dragon Race! It was a destination far more terrifying than death!

In the Light Screen, Nibelungen's Dragon Body was being eroded, decomposed, and reshaped by the Abyss Power! Golden dragon scales turned into pitch-black armor, majestic dragon horns became twisted and hideous, and the vast life force was converted into pure destruction and hatred.

[Using the body as fuel, embracing the Void.]

[The King of the Old Days returns, becoming the Second Throne!]