On the other side, Na'er, Gu Yue, and Yuanen Yehui joined forces to deal with the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear. Na'er's Silver Dragon Spear specifically targeted the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear's wounds with great effect, as the Silver Dragon Spear possessed extremely strong piercing power.
As for Gu Yue, she focused primarily on crowd control.
Yuanen Yehui transformed into a blur of shadows, weaving around the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear. She chose not to use her Titan Giant Ape martial soul to join the fight, because matching strength was clearly not the wise choice against the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear.
Ye Xinglan protected Xu Lizhi, her sword intent sharp and resolute as she stood ready to provide support at any moment, while Xu Lizhi continuously manufactured buns to provide buffs for everyone.
Everyone coordinated with exceptional tacit understanding, since this was far from their first time teaming up, and they had not been idling away their time in cultivation back at Shrek Academy.
The battle was exceptionally fierce. Although injured, the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear lost none of its ferocious nature, and every swipe of its claws carried terrifying destructive force.
Caught off guard for a moment, Na'er was grazed by its sharp claws and sent flying backwards.
"Na'er!" Tang Wulin's pupils contracted sharply. He wanted to rush over to support her, but the Tyrant Dragon blocked his path.
"Don't mind me!" Na'er scrambled to her feet, gripped the Silver Dragon Spear, and a trace of stubbornness flashed in her eyes. "I'm fine! Focus on dealing with that Tyrant Dragon!"
Na'er felt a lingering grievance. Her current physical strength was still too weak, to think she actually got injured by the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear-detestable!
Tang Wulin gritted his teeth, withdrew his gaze, and poured all his attention onto the Tyrant Dragon before him. He knew he had to finish off this Tyrant Dragon as quickly as possible before he could go support the others.
He took a deep breath, and the Golden Dragon King Bloodline within his body surged frantically.
Golden light burst forth from his body, and three golden Blood Essence Soul Rings rose beneath his feet. His aura abruptly skyrocketed, and his entire person exuded an oppressive pressure reminiscent of an ancient fierce beast.
"Come on." Tang Wulin clenched his fists, a flash of golden light crossing his eyes. "Let me see how much of a beating you can take."
"Big Brother, can you do it? Should I go help him!" Na'er watched Tang Wulin's back as he faced the Tyrant Dragon alone, a trace of worry flashing in her eyes.
That Tyrant Dragon was massive like a small mountain, and just standing there gave off a suffocating sense of pressure. Although she had faith in Tang Wulin, that was a ten-thousand-year Tyrant Dragon after all, incomparable to those miscellaneous trash Soul Beasts from before.
Gu Yue shook her head with an air of breezy indifference. "He can do it. I understand him."
Her tone was flat, yet carried an unquestionable certainty, as though she were stating a matter-of-course fact that required no doubt whatsoever.
Na'er glanced at her, bit her lip, and ultimately didn't retort. She tightened her grip on the Silver Dragon Spear and turned to rejoin the battle against the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear.
"Then let's finish off this bear quickly and go help Big Brother!" Na'er cried out tenderly, the Silver Dragon Spear shooting toward the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear's eyes like a silvery flood dragon trailing a sharp, piercing whistle through the air.
Gu Yue also formed hand seals, and silver light shot toward the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear, suppressing its movements and making them even more sluggish.
With her participation, the pressure on the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear increased abruptly. Although it remained ferocious, it gradually fell into a disadvantageous position.
On the other side, the Tyrant Dragon also noticed Tang Wulin's transformation.
As one of the overlords of the intermediate Spirit Ascension Platform, this Tyrant Dragon already possessed no small degree of intelligence.
It possessed true dragon bloodline, and its ten-thousand-year cultivation was enough to rival ordinary Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts.
Although injured by Qiangu Zhangting and the others, five-tenths of its strength was still not something ordinary Soul Elders could contend with. In its eyes, the little doll before it was merely an ignorant and audacious ant that could be crushed to death at will.
It let out a low roar, opened its bloody maw, and lunged a bite at Tang Wulin. In its view, this single bite would be enough to tear the little doll into pieces.
It even envisioned the scene of this little doll being bitten in half by its jaws, and a flash of cruel light crossed its crimson eyes.
Yet the very next moment, the Tyrant Dragon was dumbfounded.
"You're a dragon, right?"
Tang Wulin's mouth suddenly curved upward.
Instantly, the Tyrant Dragon felt a sense of fatal crisis surge into its heart, making the scales all over its body stand on end.
It saw three golden Blood Essence Soul Rings rise beneath Tang Wulin's feet, golden light shrouding his entire body.
That light was not dazzling, but it carried an ancient and majestic aura, as though a dragon bloodline from the primordial era were awakening.
Golden Dragon Body! Golden Dragon Tyrant Body!
Tang Wulin's aura abruptly skyrocketed, his strength, defense, and speed all enhancing comprehensively.
His muscles bulged, his skin took on a layer of golden luster, and his whole being seemed to transform into a golden-bodied God of War.
Those Tyrant Dragon scales that previously could have left wounds on his body now emitted a slight tremor, as if fearing something.
Yet this was still not the end.
Tang Wulin let out a low shout, and the Soft-Boned Enchanting Rabbit's Berserk soul skill activated.
His eyes took on a layer of blood-red, and the Bloodline Power within him surged like boiling magma, rushing frantically toward his limbs and bones.
His strength surged once more, and his entire person exuded a heart-palpitating oppression, resembling a humanoid ferocious beast. His bones emitted cracking sounds, his muscle lines became more distinct, and every inch of his skin contained explosive power.
The Tyrant Dragon's pupils abruptly contracted. It sensed that the aura of the little doll before it had grown several times stronger than just a moment ago.
That kind of oppressive pressure reminded it of the terror it felt when facing higher-tier Soul Beasts.
However, this was still not the end.
He reached out with a beckoning grab, and a golden spear materialized in his hand.
Golden Dragon Spear!
Ancient dragon patterns flowed along the spear shaft, exuding a majestic aura. The spear tip emitted a frigid, icy gleam, as though it could pierce through all defenses.
The instant Tang Wulin gripped the spear shaft, a feeling of bloodline connection surged into his heart. The Golden Dragon King Bloodline within his body resonated intensely with the Golden Dragon Spear, causing his strength to climb once again, breaking through the limit of a hundred thousand catties.
This was Tang Wulin's limit state at the present moment.
In truth, he still had parts of his One-Word Battle Armor, but they could not be used within the Spirit Ascension Platform.
He slowly raised the Golden Dragon Spear, the tip pointing straight at the Tyrant Dragon. Golden light swirled around him, setting him off like a God of War descended to the mortal realm.
His gaze was cold and sharp, as though looking at a corpse.
The Tyrant Dragon instinctively took a step back. Possessing dragon bloodline, it held a natural fear toward the Golden Dragon King's aura. That suppression originating from the depths of its bloodline made its limbs go weak and its battle intent plummet.
Its strength had dropped by at least thirty percent.
It looked at the little doll enveloped in golden light before it, feeling fear for the very first time.
That kind of fear penetrated into its marrow, causing its massive physique to tremble slightly. It wanted to turn and run, but its legs felt as heavy as if they had been poured with lead.
Tang Wulin's mouth curved slightly, revealing a cold smile. He gripped the Golden Dragon Spear, his figure flashed, Teleportation activated, and he appeared directly above the Tyrant Dragon's head.
"Now, it's my turn."
His voice was not loud, yet it carried an unquestionable dominance. The Golden Dragon Spear carried a terrifying piercing whistle through the air as it smashed fiercely onto the Tyrant Dragon's head.
That force felt like a mountain crashing down, and the Tyrant Dragon's massive physique was battered into staggering backward by this blow, letting out a painful roar.
A deep indentation appeared on its head, and fresh blood flowed down along the split scales.
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