Kong Deming keenly sensed Ye Xishui's predicament and Mu En's intentions.
His brows knitted tightly as he accelerated his attacks once more, trying to relieve Ye Xishui's pressure and find an opportunity to turn the tide.
Yet Mu En's seemingly casual but flawlessly natural defense and evasion made him feel as though his full-force punches were landing on empty air.
"Hiss—!"
Another ray of light, condensed almost into substance, burst from Mu En's fingertip and precisely pierced a relatively weak point in Ye Xishui's Sea of Blood defense.
"Aah—!"
Ye Xishui let out a shrill scream mingled with excruciating pain and heartbreak.
Deep within the Sea of Blood, two Blood Souls even larger than the previous ones violently evaporated beneath the searing light. Accompanied by the wails of countless resentful spirits, they ultimately vanished completely.
These were already the seventh and eighth clusters.
The Sea of Blood surging around Ye Xishui visibly dimmed.
Mu En's power of light was not only purifying the vengeful spirits—it was also continuously eroding the foundational source of her Evil Soul Power!
An unprecedented sense of weakness and the tangible shadow of death coiled around Ye Xishui's heart like an icy venomous snake.
She realized that with only her cooperation with Kong Deming, defeat and death were merely a matter of time before Mu En's near-unsolvable suppression by light and unfathomable cultivation.
And that time was rapidly drawing closer.
She could not wait any longer!
Bloodlust surged in Ye Xishui's eyes, and all her madness and calculations ultimately became a piercing howl that tore through the sky:
"Xiaoyao—!"
Her voice was shrill and grating, piercing the clouds.
"If you still refuse to show yourself..." Her voice carried the ruthlessness of someone staking everything on a final gamble.
"Then today, I will truly fall at Mu En's hands! Is this how you intend to repay what you owed me back then?!"
"Sigh—"
The instant the sigh fell, a patch of darkness that devoured all light appeared without warning in the space directly before Mu En.
An aged yet still upright figure stepped out of that absolute darkness.
His silver hair was meticulously combed, his complexion rosy as an infant's, his long eyebrows hanging down either side of his face. His hands rested behind his back.
Simply standing there, he seemed to naturally absorb all surrounding light, forming a terrifying domain of darkness.
It was none other than the other of the Twin Sacred Dragons—the Dark Sacred Dragon, Dragon Emperor Douluo Long Xiaoyao!
Long Xiaoyao's gaze first settled on Ye Xishui, whose aura was in disarray. An indescribable pain and complexity flashed through his eyes.
Then, his gaze shifted to the man opposite him—Mu En, an old friend and foe whom he had known and understood for more than two hundred years.
Their eyes met.
Long Xiaoyao's lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something.
But when countless words reached his lips, they ultimately became only a deeper silence and an almost inaudible sigh.
He slowly shook his head, burying every word in the deepest part of his heart.
"Xiaoyao."
Mu En's voice rang out, calm and without ripples, yet heavier than any furious rebuke.
The aura of light around him remained vast and majestic.
Yet the gentleness within it quietly receded by more than half the moment Long Xiaoyao appeared, leaving behind only pure, piercing fighting intent.
"You truly intend to stand with Xi Shui?" Mu En's gaze was blazing, as if he wished to pierce the darkness around Long Xiaoyao and look directly into his inner struggle.
Long Xiaoyao's body trembled slightly.
Every word of Mu En's question struck against the defenses of his heart like a heavy hammer.
He looked again at Ye Xishui. She was staring back at him with eyes mixed with pleading, resentment, and a faint hope that was difficult to detect.
At last, Long Xiaoyao closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, all struggle seemed to have been swallowed by endless darkness, leaving only an almost numb resolve.
He nodded with immense heaviness. "This is what I owe her..."
"Fine."
Mu En answered with only one word.
He slowly closed his eyes as well.
The instant his eyelids lowered, the last trace of gentleness and sentiment within him was extinguished completely, like the final candle flame in the wind.
"Buzz—!"
A terrifying pressure that seemed to stand above all things erupted from Mu En, like a primordial beast that had slept for countless ages suddenly awakening!
"Since that is the case..."
Mu En's voice was terrifyingly calm, yet it contained a chill that could freeze the soul.
"Then there is only battle!"
"Roar—!"
Almost the instant Mu En finished speaking, Long Xiaoyao moved as well!
A dark dragon's roar, as though it came from the depths of the underworld, soared into the heavens, forming a stark contrast with Mu En's clear and impassioned roar of a light dragon!
Darkness and light—two opposing attributes, yet both possessing equally boundless and overwhelming dragon might and Soul Power.
Like two colliding stars, they slammed into one another!
The battle of the Twin Sacred Dragons resumed after more than a century!
How could Ye Xishui and Kong Deming possibly let such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity slip away?
"Kill!" Ye Xishui shrieked, disregarding the cost as she forcibly activated her remaining Blood Souls.
The Sea of Blood churned once more. Countless bloody ghostly hands and shrieking resentful spirits lunged at Mu En, attempting to coordinate with Long Xiaoyao's frontal assault.
Kong Deming was even more invigorated, the silver light in his eyes blazing intensely.
Long Xiaoyao's arrival had not only brought another powerful combatant of the same level, but also completely shattered the advantage Mu En had previously established through attribute suppression!
His hands swept rapidly. Several powerful, high-consumption Class 9 Soul Tools that he had previously held back for restraint—
Along with several Soul Tools with special functions for interference and binding, all lit up at once and were thrown into the battlefield without hesitation!
Two Limit Douluo, joined by a peak Class 9 Soul Engineer with combat strength approaching the Limit realm, were attacking one man together!
Such a lineup was practically unparalleled in the present age!
The battle situation changed dramatically in an instant.
Mu En's cultivation was certainly deeper, even approaching the realm of a Demigod.
But Long Xiaoyao was likewise a veteran powerhouse who had immersed himself in the Limit realm for many years. The gap between them had not reached the point of overwhelming qualitative superiority.
Long Xiaoyao's pure and boundless power of darkness was an opposing attribute on the same level as Mu En's power of light.
The two canceled each other out, and Mu En could no longer obtain the overwhelming attribute advantage he had held against Ye Xishui.
Light and darkness crazily intertwined and annihilated each other in the air, erupting into destructive torrents of energy.
Mu En had no choice but to devote a substantial portion of his attention and Soul Power to dealing with Long Xiaoyao's offensive.
As a result, his suppressive force against Ye Xishui immediately weakened greatly.
And Kong Deming's all-pervasive Soul Tool attacks found many more openings to exploit.
The scales of victory began visibly tilting toward the Sun Moon Empire's side!
Though Mu En remained powerful, charging freely through the golden Light Domain,
He showed no signs of defeat even while facing three opponents alone for the time being.
But his room to maneuver had clearly been compressed, and his counterattacks were no longer as effortless as before.
Every frontal collision with Long Xiaoyao violently shook the surrounding space, while the range of the Light Domain also began to steadily and inexorably contract.
If this continued, his defeat would be inevitable!
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