Those Still Alive Number No More Than... Five Fingers.

The four-colored light flickered erratically. Under the terrifying pressure and the resonance of its master's pain, Ivysaur's huge body trembled violently. Its tough vines drooped limply, and the edges of its leaves began to curl, wither, or become covered with ice crystals.

Gu Yuena stood there quietly, her silver hair moving without wind, fluttering in the raging storm of ice and fire energy.

Those deep purple starry eyes clearly reflected Lin Xia's near-death state and the painful struggle of the two True Spirit Dragon Kings.

Her eyes were incredibly complex, filled with deep compassion, surging with deep-seated hatred, and a barely Frisk assessment of the resilience of Lin Xia, this unexpected "container."

But she didn't move.

This is the grief within the bloodline of the dragon race, the inevitable backlash after the wounds of history have been torn open in a bloody manner.

She knew that any Sheer Force intervention from outside at this moment could trigger an even more uncontrollable collapse, or even accelerate the complete dissipation of the Ice and Fire True Spirit.

This pain must be endured by those who bear it; it is a mourning for the departed king, and also a cruel baptism for the future...

Bibi Dong was extremely anxious, her purple eyes burning with anger and heartache.

She could see that Lin Xia's body had reached its limit under the torment of both ice and fire; her skin was cracking, and the blood that seeped out would freeze or evaporate into a blood mist in an instant.

Her knuckles were clenched so tightly they turned white, and a purplish-black divine power surged and churned around her, almost breaking free from the shackles of reason.

She wanted to rush over and sever those two remnant souls that were tormenting her disciple!

However, Di Tian's towering figure stood before her like the most solid barrier.

He didn't release any pressure, but the warning and overwhelming Pressure contained in his molten gold vertical pupils were more powerful than any Soul Skill.

That look in his eyes was telling a story.

This is the internal affair of the dragon race, the sorrow of a king, and must not be desecrated or interrupted!

Bibi Dong felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness; the power of Peak Douluo seemed so insignificant in the face of this space and these beings.

She could only watch helplessly as Lin Xia suffered in purgatory, her nails digging deep into her palms, blood dripping onto the starlight ground and instantly solidifying into tiny purplish-black ice crystals.

Di Tian lowered his head, his massive body trembling slightly from immense pain and suppressed rage.

He could clearly feel the overwhelming hatred churning in the heart of his master, Gu Yuena, and he could also feel the pure and endless sorrow and anger of the Ice and Fire Dragon King's true spirit.

He looked at Lin Xia's small figure struggling in the hell of ice and fire, his eyes filled with solemnity and a complex sense of guilt. This human boy had unintentionally carried the heaviest past and darkest secret of the dragon race.

Time, in this confrontation of extreme pain and deathly silence, was stretched out as if it were eternity.

Every minute and every second was unimaginable torture for Lin Xia.

His consciousness fluctuated between Ice Seal and Burn, seemingly on the verge of being extinguished completely at any moment.

Only the faint but persistent Life Energy from Ivysaur, like a glimmer of light in the darkness, barely kept him conscious.

After what seemed like an eternity, as if half a century had passed, the raging storm of ice and fire finally began to subside.

It wasn't that the energy was exhausted, but rather that the raging torrent of grief and indignation, powerful enough to tear the soul apart, seemed to have finally been worn down by the pain itself and cooled by the cruel reality.

The terrifying cold tide that froze the space around the Ice Dragon King True Spirit slowly receded like the tide, but its crystal-clear ice-blue body seemed to have lost all its luster, becoming extremely dull and exuding a deathly grayness.

It no longer hissed, but simply hovered quietly on Lin Xia's left shoulder. Its once sharp and wise dragon eyes now stared blankly at this Star Radiance Space, at Gu Yuena with silver hair and purple eyes, as if gazing at a strange and desperate world.

The destructive Lie Yan of the Fire Dragon King True Spirit gradually subsided. The crimson-gold flames no longer danced wildly, leaving only a faint ember flickering on its body, like a candle in the wind.

It no longer roared; three low, hoarse syllables, as if exhausted, were squeezed out with difficulty from its fiery mouth, like the last gasp of a dying beast:

"Who... is... anyone else...?"

This question was heavier and more desperate than any of the previous roars. It was directed at the dragon race, at the bloodlines of the same race scattered across this vast world after that world-destroying war.

Upon hearing this question, a deep sorrow spread across Gu Yuena's flawless face like ink dripping into a clear spring, instantly permeating her entire demeanor.

She slowly raised her head, her gaze seemingly Infiltrator the dome of this Star Radiance Space, reaching into the endless, distant void, where the dragon race once shone, but is now an endless graveyard.

The space fell into a suffocating silence once more. Di Tian's head drooped even lower, his strong shoulders slumping slightly as if unable to bear the weight. Bi Ji closed her emerald eyes in unbearable pain.

The silence lasted for what seemed like another century.

Finally, Gu Yuena withdrew her gaze that Infiltrator time and space, and refocused on the two dim and lifeless true spirits before her.

Her clear, cold voice, like jade striking frost, rang out again, each word seemingly spoken with all her might, carrying a chilling edge that pierced to the bone and an indescribable heaviness:

"Pure-blooded... Dragon..."

She deliberately emphasized the word "pureblood," as if the word itself carried immense weight.

"As far as I know..."

Gu Yuena paused, as if what she was about to say was even more difficult than admitting defeat.

"... those still alive are no more than... five fingers' worth."

Boom!

Although there was no earth-shattering energy eruption, the despair contained in these eight calm words was a hundred times heavier than any previous impact! It was as if the last faint flame of hope had been thrown into an eternally frozen abyss!

"Five... fingers... number...?" The voice of the Ice Dragon King True Spirit was like the friction of broken ice crystals, so faint as to be almost inaudible, and the last glimmer of light in his empty eyes was completely extinguished.

The tiny spark on the Fire Dragon King True Spirit flickered briefly before fading completely, as if even that ember had been extinguished by the cruel truth.

Its fiery body trembled slightly, as if it might completely disintegrate at any moment.

A chilling, bone-chilling fire of hatred, capable of freezing the soul, ignited in Gu Yuena's purple eyes. That fire was called "Divine Punishment" and "Extinction."

Her voice suddenly rose, carrying a resolute determination and overwhelming hatred, clear and distinct, each word striking the silent space and resounding deep into the heart of everyone present:

"Those self-proclaimed gods, those high and mighty executioners! In the name of 'order,' they commit acts of extermination! The Dragon God fell and shattered, the Dragon King withered and perished! The rest... were either mercilessly hunted down, their tendons and bones ripped out, their Soul Ring Spirit Bone becoming nourishment for their descendants! Or they were imprisoned for eternity in the divine prison, enduring endless torture! Those who managed to escape were like stray dogs, hiding in the darkest corners of the universe, barely clinging to life!"

Her voice was like a chilling wind from the deepest hell, every word filled with accusations of blood and tears:

"In the Douluo Continent today, the so-called dragon descendants and dragon races are 99% inferior sub-dragons with mixed bloodlines! They have the form of dragons, but they have long lost the soul of a true dragon, and lost the pride and power that comes from their bloodline!"

"The true pure-blooded dragon race... their bloodline is almost extinct! They were... wiped out... by the so-called gods themselves!!"

"Extinction..."