Sirin Takes Fenghuang Down, Hero Becomes Villain's Stepping Stone

All the effort and sacrifices became stepping stones for the villains.

The heroes shed their blood, but what they gained was not the dawn of victory, but a deeper darkness.

"That artifact... is a supreme treasure of the mental realm!" Huo Yuhao's voice trembled slightly. "She stole Fu Hua's last trump card!"

The Dragon God and the Dragon Prince's faces also turned extremely gloomy.

This feeling is like your commander being killed, your flag being captured, and all your hopes being crushed.

The image on the Light Screen finally froze.

Sirin hovered high in the air, holding the Fenghuang Down she had just seized in one hand, a purple energy storm raging around her.

At her feet lay Cheng Lixue's gradually cooling corpse and Fu Hua, unconscious and utterly destitute.

She lowered her head, looking down at everything, a smile on her face that was a mixture of mockery, cruelty, and supreme pleasure.

That smile seemed to be announcing her victory to the whole world.

The entire viewing space was deathly silent.

Everyone was speechless, stunned by this final scene.

That smile, like a poisonous thorn, pierced deeply into everyone's heart.

On the Light Screen, the scenes shifted once more.

That wasn't a real battlefield, but a distorted and bizarre illusion.

The pure white, flawless girl, Sirin, wore an innocent yet cruel smile as she floated in the air like Gods. Beneath her feet, Cecilia, Cheng Lixue, and the others were trapped in the cages woven by their own inner demons, their faces filled with struggle and pain.

"This is... the spiritual world?"

Huo Yuhao's pupils suddenly contracted, and a chill rose up his spine.

As a top expert in manipulating Divine Power, he saw through the true nature of this space at a glance. But it was precisely because of this that he felt an unprecedented shock.

This illusion is so real, it's almost indistinguishable from the material world!

Even he, caught off guard, couldn't guarantee he could see through it instantly.

"To single-handedly pull so many powerful individuals into an illusion at the same time, and to construct different worlds based on each person's inner weaknesses..." Tang San's expression became extremely solemn. "This scale of Divine Power has exceeded our comprehension."

This is no longer a matter of skill, but an absolute crushing victory in both quality and quantity.

"What a vicious ability," Ning Rongrong murmured, a pang of sadness welling up in her heart as she watched Cecilia embrace her fake daughter in the illusion.

Using the most tender and precious Remembrance in people's hearts as weapons is more damaging than any sword.

However, just as Sirin was admiring her masterpiece, a discordant "noise" abruptly intruded into the territory she had been in control of.

A bespectacled man, Welt, holding a Scepter, forcefully tore open a rift and appeared in the illusion.

His appearance was like a drop of cold water into boiling oil, instantly igniting Sirin's emotions.

"It's you again! Welt!"

The girl's innocent face was instantly replaced by rage and hatred. That pure malice almost pierced through the Light Screen, making all the gods in the Douluo God Realm feel a chill.

"You bug! Why are you always haunting me!"

Boom--!

The entire illusory world began to tremble violently, the sky cracked, and the earth collapsed. Endless purple energy surged wildly around Sirin, no longer a delicate mental manipulation, but a pure, primal, and undisguised Will of Destruction!

"What terrifying anger..." Lie Yan murmured to herself, she could feel the all-consuming emotion contained within that energy.

"Her power... has gone out of control because of anger, no, it has become even stronger!" Ji Dong clenched his fist. He could feel the chaotic aura of extreme yin and Extreme Fire mixed together from that purple energy.

Just as everyone was stunned by Sirin's rage, the scene shifted to outside the illusion.

In the real world, Siegfried Kaslana did something that no one could understand.

He pulled a syringe filled with an ominous purplish-black liquid from his pocket.

The liquid seemed to possess a life of its own, writhing inside the syringe and emitting a nauseating, decadent odor.

"What is that thing?" Zhou Weiqing's eyes widened. "It feels a million times more sinister than the strongest poison!"

"What is he doing?!" Tang Ya exclaimed in shock.

Under the gaze of countless horrified eyes, Siegfried did not hesitate at all, forcefully plunging the syringe into his arm and then pushing the entire vial of the strange liquid into his body!

"Honkai potion..."

The cold words appeared on the Light Screen.

"He's insane!" Emperor Dai Hao blurted out, "Willingly inject this obviously bad stuff into his own body?"

"No, he's not crazy." Tang Wulin's voice was a little hoarse, his gaze fixed on Siegfried's pained face in the image. "He's...seeking power."

Tang Wulin understood that feeling better than anyone else.

When the Golden Dragon King Bloodline ran rampant within him, the excruciating pain, as if his entire body were being crushed and reassembled, was something he would never forget.

At this moment, Siegfried was experiencing even greater pain than he had before!

The purplish-black lines spread rapidly from the injection point like living creatures, instantly covering Siegfried's entire body. It was as if countless venomous snakes were writhing beneath his skin, his muscles bulging and tearing unnaturally, only to be forcibly healed by a strange force.

"Roar--!"

Siegfried let out a roar unlike any human's; his eyes were dyed the same gold as Sirin's, but there was no divinity in them, only endless pain and struggle.

His body is "collapsing".

This is a forced leap in the level of life, a forbidden method that sacrifices everything to gain the power to instantly kill a god.

"His Life Force is draining away at an alarming rate!" The Goddess of Life turned pale.

"It's not just his Life Force, but also his soul, everything about him is being devoured by that power!" the God of Destruction said in a deep voice, sensing a resolute determination to perish together with Siegfried.

Just as Siegfried's consciousness was about to be completely swallowed up by that violent power, a blurry white figure appeared deep within his consciousness.

The figure's face was obscured, but merely standing there exuded an aura of domineering arrogance and power, as if it could sever the ties of eternity.

[Kevin Kaslana]

[Humanity's strongest warrior.]

[Using consciousness as a guiding light, leading those who follow, briefly recreating the act of slaying gods.]

"Kevin ..."

"Kaslana ..."

Tang San, Gu Yuena, and the others simultaneously uttered the surname.

They understood instantly.

This is the inheritance of bloodline, the last legacy left by our ancestors for future generations.

Guided by Kevin's consciousness, the violent power within Siegfried, powerful enough to burst Deity, was miraculously restrained and brought under control.