The Light of a Candle, Unyielding in Old Age

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At this moment, Kong Deming believed Du Busi was mocking him.

Coldness and impatience surged in his eyes, but he paid no heed. He merely redirected the Silver Moon Divine Light Barrier once more.

That energy, like silver stars, gathered again. A silver beam like a spear pressed down upon Du Busi once more.

Du Busi was arrogant by nature and would never allow others to manipulate him.

He immediately lit up his eighth Soul Ring.

He let out a furious roar, his voice like thunder squeezed from the depths of his chest, exploding through the sky:

"Eighth Soul Skill—Death Feast!!"

Following Du Busi's shout, countless dark green bubbles suddenly drifted down from the sky.

The bubbles floated slowly through the air, each containing incomparably violent Soul Power fluctuations and lethal poison.

They linked together in an orderly pattern and descended toward the silver light.

The instant they touched that silver radiance, countless explosion-like sounds erupted one after another in the sky.

The entire battlefield was dyed with an eerie glow resembling a dark green ocean.

The Shrek people watching from afar even clapped and cheered as if they were watching a grand performance.

They were fortunate that, in this war like a battle between two tigers, their side had not suffered a direct attack from either force.

After that clash, the mountain-like impact finally began to dissipate.

Within the Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineer Regiment behind Kong Deming, more than fifteen hundred people vomited blood and suffered injuries of varying severity from the impact.

Kong Deming himself was pushed back two steps as though by an invisible force.

His body bent slightly. In the brief moment he caught his breath, he also subtly adjusted his stance.

Yet Du Busi, too, spat