Chapter 8

"Not a chance!"

Bibi Dong's clone immediately closed in to fight him at close quarters, keeping him entangled so he had no chance to aim at Ghost Douluo.

After activating her Martial Soul Avatar, the clone's arms had transformed into Spider Spears, and her remaining eight spider legs were also her sharpest weapons.

The ten Spider Spears became a meat grinder, seeking to engulf Lan Changsheng and crush him.

Facing Bibi Dong, Lan Changsheng could no longer block every attack with Blue Silver Grass alone as he had before.

Even the Blue Silver Grass he had strengthened with life divine power could not withstand the poison on Bibi Dong's Spider Spears.

[This is the Rakshasa God's divine power: bloodshed and slaughter. But that godhood ranks below the God of Life's.]

The defenses formed by the Blue Silver Grass fell apart upon contact beneath Bibi Dong's ferocious assault.

Clang, clang, clang!

The sounds rang across the battlefield like a raging storm.

Although Bibi Dong's assault was fierce, Lan Changsheng still blocked it completely with a single Long Spear.

So, although he was not afraid to trade wounds, and the system had told him that Bibi Dong's ninth Soul Skill granted an undying body, that depended on whom she was compared with. Against him, who had mastered the Law of Life, it was nowhere near enough.

But he had no choice. Ah Yin was still in his arms. If he let Bibi Dong's attacks land on him and failed to dodge in time, a single stab from Bibi Dong's Spider Spears would leave Ah Yin with no chance of revival.

"Reviving Ah Yin needs to move up the agenda."

But something suddenly occurred to him, and he asked inwardly, System, is there any way to protect Ah Yin's seed?

[Yes, host. In response to the instruction to protect Ah Yin's seed, the following options are available: one, place Ah Yin's seed in System Space; two, ...]

I choose one!

[Understood.]

He felt no fluctuations of power, but Lan Changsheng could already feel that his arms were empty.

[Seed-Ah Yin has been placed in System Space. Private room mode has been activated for her, with light, energy, and temperature supplied.]

Knowing Ah Yin was safe, Lan Changsheng set aside his final burden and faced the enemy before him in earnest.

He wielded the Long Spear so tightly that not a breath of wind could slip through, its point striking Bibi Dong's Spider Spears precisely each time and deflecting every attack.

For a while, it almost seemed that neither could do anything to the other.

[Host, what are you doing, fighting a mere clone to a standstill? If you can't beat her, let's just get out of here. If we want to run, they still can't stop us.]

Lan Changsheng ignored the system. Escaping was not what he had in mind, and he had deliberately brought about the current situation.

After sweeping aside another attack from the Spider Spears, Lan Changsheng took a step back.

As he did, Blue Silver Grass continuously peeled away from his body, forming a human figure before him. A closer look revealed that the features on this Blue Silver Grass figure's face closely resembled Lan Changsheng's.

An identical silver-blue Long Spear also appeared in the Blue Silver Grass figure's hand.

It likewise wielded its spear so tightly that not a breath of wind could slip through. Moreover, this grass figure had no fear of injury whatsoever. Every time a hole was pierced through it, fresh Blue Silver Grass grew to fill the gap.

Supported by life divine power, it regenerated without end, flowing without cease.

[Impressive, host! Just what I'd expect from the host I chose!]

Lan Changsheng smiled faintly.

He raised his spear again, aiming at Ghost Douluo, who had already returned to Bibi Dong's side.

The sensation of being locked onto by the spearpoint made Ghost Douluo tremble despite standing beside Bibi Dong.

"Your Holiness..." Ghost Douluo said shakily.

"Don't worry. You'll be fine." Bibi Dong's solemn voice, and her figure standing before Ghost Douluo, though not particularly imposing, eased his trembling somewhat.

Before Lan Changsheng could act further, Bibi Dong activated her Martial Soul Avatar. With a flick of her fingertips, countless strands of spider silk wreathed in purple mist spread through the air, instantly weaving a vast web of death that blotted out the sky and sun.

"The same move again? It's useless."

Lan Changsheng cleared a path with his Long Spear. Each sweep tore a long opening in the web as he rapidly approached Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong's gaze grew darker. She raised a hand to recall her Spider Emperor Clone, positioning it and her original body to attack from either side.

Not to be outdone, Lan Changsheng deployed one Blue Silver Grass clone after another. As they broke through the web's blockade, they rushed toward Ghost Douluo.

To stop these Blue Silver Grass figures, Bibi Dong's Sixth Soul Ring flashed, summoning a sky full of Blood-Sucking Spider Thorns that poured down like rain.

Although the Blood-Sucking Spider Thorns absorbed some soul power and transferred it to Bibi Dong whenever they struck a grass figure, they could not halt the figures' advance.

And Lan Changsheng himself was still before her.

Every thrust of his Long Spear shook Bibi Dong's arms numb.

A single Long Spear held off her attacks. Although her Blood-Sucking Spider Thorns absorbed power and fed it back to her each time, she could clearly sense that Lan Changsheng's soul power was like a boundless ocean, showing no sign of diminishing.

Her Spider Emperor Clone was also blocked by the Blue Silver Grass figures Lan Changsheng had summoned. Three or four swarmed it together, and her clone soon failed to hold out, disappearing where it stood.

The Seventh Soul Ring on her body abruptly blazed with light. A rich emerald halo swept over her entire body, and the Soul-Devouring Spider Emperor Martial Soul Avatar manifested for the very first time! This was its first appearance before outsiders.

Three pairs of dark green Spider Spears rose from her back, her arms became long spears, and demonic spiderweb markings appeared on her forehead, emanating soul-devouring fluctuations.

"I never wanted this." Bibi Dong glared hatefully at Lan Changsheng. Having to reveal her Second Martial Soul's Martial Soul Avatar was a great humiliation.

Now, Bibi Dong only wanted to deal with Lan Changsheng quickly and put an end to her current state.

The Eighth Soul Ring on the Soul-Devouring Spider Emperor lit up.

Eighth Soul Skill: Life and Death, All a Dream!

A barrier spread out, enveloping Lan Changsheng and all the grass figures. All the force of the grass figures' attacks against the barrier was reflected back. Within the barrier, poisonous gas ate away at the Sea of Consciousness. In just a few breaths, the faint wills of the enveloped Blue Silver Grass were rapidly worn down, and the grass figures' movements became increasingly numb and slow.

Lan Changsheng also felt a tugging at his divine soul, as a scarlet divine power collided with his golden life divine power inside his body.

But watching the consciousnesses of the surrounding Blue Silver Grass grow weaker and weaker, Lan Changsheng could not bear it. He recalled all the Blue Silver Grass that formed the grass figures, sheltering it with his own divine radiance.

"So what if you're strong? This is the age of humans, and this is Spirit City! How could you be allowed to run wild here?" Bibi Dong's savage voice rang out.

She did not want to give Lan Changsheng any chance to catch his breath. Her Sixth Soul Ring's light surged.

Sixth Soul Skill: Eternal Creation-Space-Rending Abyss Slash!

Bibi Dong spread her hands to either side, twisting space and gripping it in her hands as spatial blades of light condensed in her palms.

Lan Changsheng felt himself locked onto. He knew he could only withstand Bibi Dong's Soul Skill head-on.

But standing still and taking a beating was not something Lan Changsheng would do. Countless strands of Blue Silver Grass continued to coil around the Long Spear in his hand, compressed layer upon layer, until even the space around the shaft shattered under the pressure.

The Long Spear kept growing larger in Lan Changsheng's hand as he and Bibi Dong faced each other from afar, separated by the barrier of Life and Death, All a Dream.