Fight.
A fight with no way out.
Zhong Shenxiu saw it.
I saw how those ordinary Fighting Dragon Clan stood in front of the weaker tribesmen.
I saw how those underage dragons used their bodies to protect their younger siblings.
I saw how those old dragons who were already aging burned their last life to fight for a glimmer of hope for future generations.
blood.
Endless blood.
Corpses.
Mountains of corpses.
But the darkness was finally blocked.
Because every Doulong that fell down dedicated its power to the people behind it before dying. That power gathered into a river, into a sea, and into a light that could withstand everything.
In the light, the last survivor stood up.
It was a Star Dragon that was covered in bruises. Zhong Shenxiu recognized it - one of Libra Star Dragon and Twelve Star Dragons. It was also the only Star Dragon that survived that battle.
It stood in the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, looking at the devastated homeland, looking at the countless dead and injured tribesmen, and looking at the earth that was still burning.
Then, it opened its mouth and spit out its own Dragon Source.
Infuse it into that Space-Time Mirror, and use the power of the plane to freeze the results of everything that is about to be destroyed.
The light blooms.
The corpses of all the dead Fighting Dragon Clan turned into light points at the same time, converging towards the source. Among those light points were Four Great God King Dragons's last will, Twelve Star Dragons's unyielding obsession, and countless ordinary Fighting Dragon Clan's attachment to their homeland.
The light points gathered together and condensed into statues that retained their origins, and an altar that sent a message to all the worlds, waiting for the help of the destined person to restore Fighting Dragon Clan...
And that broken world fell into eternal silence.
The screen ends here.
Zhong Shenxiu Open your eyes.
A tear fell from the corner of his eye.
The teardrop reflected a pale golden light in the sunlight, and then quietly evaporated without a trace.
Zhong Shenxiu's eyes were slightly closed, and when they were opened again, the softness of that moment had been completely sealed.
Instead, there was a cold indifference.
He is not a soft-hearted person.
The ruined mountains and rivers of Dragon Fighting Plane, the fall of Four Great God King Dragons, the sacrifice of Twelve Star Dragons, and the corpses of countless tribesmen - these images have long been imprinted in the depths of his soul, reminding him all the time of what he is carrying on his shoulders.
That's revival.
That's responsibility.
That is the expectation of countless dead souls.
And these crawling Soul Beast in front of us, these people looking up at his life with pious eyes, maybe they are in awe of him at this moment, maybe they regard him as a god at this moment.
But what about tomorrow?
What about the day after tomorrow?
They are still Soul Beast.
It is still the jungle of the jungle that exists in this forest.
And the path he takes is destined to step over countless corpses and be stained with endless blood.
Softhearted?
That's luxury.
It's something only the weak need.
The strong only need--
Strength.
Zhong Shenxiu stood up slowly.
His movements were very light and slow, but the moment he stood up, the whole forest seemed to tremble. Those prostrate Soul Beasts all raised their heads, and countless pairs of eyes looked at the figure standing on the bluestone.
Then, their pupils suddenly contracted.
Roar--
The low dragon roar faintly sounded from Zhong Shenxiu's body. The sound did not come from the throat, but burst out from the depths of the blood, from the depths of the soul, and from every cell at the same time.
His body was slightly taller, and his already upright figure was now like a javelin, piercing straight into the sky.
Light golden dense dragon scales emerge from the neck and the ends of the limbs like a tide.
It's not growing slowly.
It's instant coverage.
Those dragon scales were stacked one on top of another, each with sharp edges, and a metallic cold luster flowing in the sunlight. They spread upward from the fingertips, extended downward from the neck, and finally closed at the chest, tightly wrapping his body.
The ten fingers extended and turned into a pale Golden Dragon Claw as sharp as a blade. At the fingertips, a fiery halo began to condense. It was the prototype of Burning Heaven Holy Flame. It only leaked a trace of temperature and the air began to distort.
The edges of the facial contour became sharper and sharper, as if they had been re-carved by a blade. On both sides of the forehead, the two short and hard golden dragon horns grew again, longer, thicker and more majestic than before, like the prototype of a crown.
And the most shocking thing--
It's those eyes.
Completely transformed into molten golden vertical pupils.
There seemed to be liquid gold flowing in it, and blazing flames burning.
The coercion and wildness of an apex predator can no longer be concealed.
Under the feet of Zhong Shenxiu, three purple Soul Ring slowly rose.
He didn't look at the prostrate Soul Beast, and instead looked at the herd of beasts that were still charging in the distance. The riot period was not over yet, and those suppressed by his dragon power were only some of them, and more Soul Beast were coming from the depths of the forest.
"Sorry, it's not me who should save you."
Zhong Shenxiu's voice is not loud, but it reaches every Soul Beast ear clearly.
He is telling these Soul Beast who came out of Spirit Power Halo Simulation, and he is also telling himself.
He is Zhong Shenxiu.
It's Dragon Fighting King.
It's Lord of the Dragon Fighting Plane.
When facing the enemy, one should resist at all costs and fight with all one's strength, instead of laying down arms and surrendering cowardly.
Those prostrate Soul Beast raised their heads, and the red light reappeared in their eyes. The mania of the riot period once again took over, and the clarity suppressed by the dragon's power receded like the tide.
Roar--
A thousand-year-old Soul Beast stood up first, with its fangs exposed, and roared at Zhong Shenxiu.
Then came the second head and the third head!
All Soul Beast stand up.
If you don't accept their support, then accept their war!
Zhong Shenxiu smiled.
That smile bloomed on his angular face, and his molten golden vertical pupils were burning with a fierce fighting spirit.
The third Soul Ring shines brightly.
Zhong Shenxiu formed a seal with his hands, and the light behind him condensed crazily. The Wisdom King Phantom wearing the flowing armor reappeared, but instead of turning into a ten-foot-tall colossus and crashing down like before, it shrank sharply.
Ten feet.
Eight feet.
Five feet.
Three feet.
Wisdom King Phantom is solidified to the extreme, turning from virtual to real, just like a living thing. It is no longer a huge dharma image independent of Zhong Shenxiu, but completely envelopes Zhong Shenxiu. The flowing armor fits his body, and the outline of King Ming is completely synchronized with his movements.
Zhong Shenxiu raised his hand.
Wisdom King Phantom raised his hand.
Zhong Shenxiu Hold Sky Light Dragon Spear tight.
A giant gun condensed by light also appeared in Wisdom King Phantom's hand.
Burning Heaven Holy Flame ignited from the palm of Zhong Shenxiu, spread up along Sky Light Dragon Spear, and wrapped the entire spear in the blazing golden flame. The flame spread along his arm, igniting Wisdom King Phantom as well.
The three-foot-tall Wisdom King Phantom, with its whole body burning with golden Lie Yan, looks like War God that came out of a myth.