Golden light exploded, tearing through the cavern's darkness.
Ten Qian Jun Ant Kings came crashing down from the Summoning Space.
Each one was six meters long, its dark-golden carapace flashing with a cold metallic sheen beneath the Nether Lightning.
The cavern floor could not withstand their weight. Stone slabs cracked apart from the center.
Nether Lightning Douluo's pupils suddenly contracted.
Ten... Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts?
Before he could process the information, Su Chen's voice rang out.
"Sacrifice."
The ten Qian Jun Ant Kings did not let out a single roar.
Their bodies exploded simultaneously—not in death, but in transformation.
Their dark-golden carapaces shattered into countless golden particles. Their bones, flesh, Soul Cores, and their entire Hundred-Thousand-Year cultivation were compressed in an instant into ten streams of pure golden light. Like ten raging rivers, they surged into Su Chen's body.
Su Chen's bones erupted with a dense series of cracks.
They were not breaking.
They were being reforged.
Golden light seeped out from beneath his skin. His muscle fibers tore apart under the infusion of power, healed, and tore apart again in an endless cycle.
A layer of dark-golden light covered Su Chen's fists. It was not Soul Power.
It was the combined strength of ten Hundred-Thousand-Year Qian Jun Ant Kings, condensed into a pair of human fists.
Next, five Seventy-Thousand-Year Black Tortoises were summoned and sacrificed.
The heavy Netherworld power was not as violent as the golden light. It was like a silent undercurrent, penetrating Su Chen's entire body without resistance.
Dark green-black tortoiseshell patterns began spreading from his arms, following his blood vessels across his chest, back, and neck.
Beneath his skin, hexagonal defensive patterns resembling a tortoiseshell faintly emerged.
Su Chen slowly clenched his fists.
His offense came from the stacked strength of ten Ant Kings.
His defense came