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Azmonk's body visibly swelled and stretched upward as though being inflated. Knotted muscles bulged beneath his bark-like skin, splitting his tattered dark red ceremonial robe. In the blink of an eye, he became a dark red giant nearly three meters tall, his tangled muscles hard as rock.
The evil pressure radiating from him abruptly soared, reaching the level of a Level 96 Super Douluo and resonating with the Malice-Devouring Maw's berserk aura.
"Hehehe! Now, savor the Blood God's blessing!"
The giant Azmonk laughed wildly. His once-scrawny hands were now covered in bony talons with a dark red metallic sheen-the Bloodbone Claw he had nurtured for years.
"Secret Technique: Netherworld Bone Rain!"
He flung both claws upward. Countless sharp bone spikes, condensed from tainted blood and soul power and wreathed in the wails of wronged souls, shot toward the five Titled Douluos. Each carried a sinister corrosiveness capable of piercing soul power.
At the same time, he rooted his Soul-Devouring Stomach martial soul deep within the Malice-Devouring Maw's energy core.
The Malice-Devouring Maw's abyssal mouth gaped furiously once more. A dark red breath, thicker and fouler than before, spewed straight at Tong Yangyuan overhead, carrying acid that could melt gold and corrode iron, along with resentment that could tear souls apart.
This blast was far more powerful than the last, clearly bolstered by Azmonk's temporary enhancement.
The five Titled Douluos instantly felt the pressure multiply!
"Eighth Soul Skill: Xuanwu Return-to-Ruins Domain!"
Shi Yuanyuan's face was resolute as bedrock. The phantom Black Tortoise behind him gave a deep, far-reaching roar, and a visibly dense, earthy-yellow halo abruptly spread outward from him.
Wherever the halo reached, space grew sluggish and gravity increased severalfold. The Netherworld Bone Rain shooting through