Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
The scene freezes on the massive dragon head burning with Destruction black flames, colliding violently with a tiny figure exuding endless ferocity and the dark red, deadly blade in his hand that seemed capable of cleaving the entire world.
There was no sound.
Or rather, all sound was annihilated at the center of the impact.
The next moment.
A terrifying explosion, beyond the limits of human hearing and indescribable, erupted with a deafening roar centered on the point of impact.
A sphere of Destruction light, over a kilometer in diameter and composed of pure Destruction energy, interwoven with dark red and pitch black, expanded instantly.
It devoured the sky, devoured the sea of blood, devoured everything.
The space was like a shattered mirror, riddled with cracks, before collapsing completely.
The raging energy turbulence was like an out-of-control cosmic storm, wreaking havoc.
The sphere of light persisted for several breaths before slowly collapsing inward and dissipating.
The chaotic energy subsided slightly.
The Blood Sea Domain had already been blasted into countless holes and was on the verge of collapse.
In the sky, the colossal, unparalleled Martial Soul Avatar the Dark Holy Dragon Martial Soul vanished.
A figure covered in blood and extremely weak was thrown out from the center of the explosion like a kite with a broken string.
It was Long Xiaoyao.
His black robe was already tattered, revealing his body covered with deep, bone-revealing wounds, especially his right arm, which was almost severed at the shoulder, with only a bit of skin and flesh connecting it. Terrifying dark red blade energy lingered at the wound, constantly eroding his flesh and life force.
He coughed up blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, his eyes were unfocused, and the flame of his Life was rapidly dimming like a candle in the wind.
His Martial Soul Avatar was forcibly shattered, his very essence was severely damaged, and his Life by a thread.
A complete and utter defeat!
" Xiaoyao!"
The Blood Soul Demon Puppet that Ye Xishui had transformed into let out a sharp, piercing screech, its voice finally carrying a trace of undisguised heartache and panic.
But this emotion was instantly overwhelmed by the terrifying energy concentrated to its limit at the top of the tower.
The Death God Soul Guidance Tower has finally completed its power-charging.
The enormous, pale skull at the top of the tower emitted a light so intense it was impossible to look directly at it.
An aura of death, capable of freezing souls and ending all things, locked onto Toji, whose figure had just emerged from the aftershocks of the explosion after a tremendous collision.
"Die, Death God's Light!"
Ye Xishui's voice was distorted by extreme excitement and madness.
She held nothing back, pouring in all the power she had gained from sacrificing her fellow disciples, her own Limit Douluo Soul Power, and the death essence accumulated by the Death God Soul Guidance Tower.
A pale beam of light, indescribable in color and seemingly formed from the purest concept of death itself, silently shot out from the mouth of the skull atop the tower.
There was no earth-shattering noise, no violent energy fluctuations.
Only absolute silence, absolute cold, absolute end!
Wherever the beam of light passed, space was completely erased, leaving behind an eternal, void trail.
Time seemed to freeze along its path.
The Blood Sea Domain melted and dissipated instantly before this light, like thin snow meeting the blazing sun.
This is an attack that transcends mortal understanding; it is a god-slaying strike that combines the power of sacrifice, the power of the Limit Douluo, and the essence of the Death God Tower.
The goal, Toji!
The speed of the beam of light transcended thought and space.
The Blood Soul Demon Puppet that Ye Xishui had transformed into had its scarlet crystalline eyes fixed on the center where the pillar of light had disappeared, and its huge figure trembled slightly due to extreme tension and anticipation.
She could sense the terrifying power contained within that pillar of light, enough to severely injure or even kill Demigod- level being.
The entire vast palace, along with the surrounding area for miles, was reduced to the most basic particles and completely erased from the world under this extremely concentrated light of death, like a pencil drawing erased by an eraser.
All that remained was a terrifying, bottomless, mirror-smooth crater, its walls even shimmering with an eerie luster, as if instantly crystallized by extreme energy.
"It's done... it's done!" Ye Xishui's heart surged with wild joy, accompanied by a near-hysterical frenzy. "Such power... even if that old mudfish Di Tian were to take it head-on, his scales would surely shatter and his very essence would be shaken! Toji... you monster, you've finally, finally been annihilated by death! Hahahaha!"
However, before her maniacal laughter could fully blossom deep within her soul, it froze abruptly, as if doused with ice water.
The pale afterglow of death dissipated rapidly like the receding tide, revealing the Core Zone that had been thoroughly purified.
There, the air was distorted by the high temperature, and spatial cracks spread like a spider web, not yet fully closed.
And in the absolute center of Destruction, one figure still stands.
Toji his upper body clothing had long since turned to ashes under the Death God's Light, revealing a sculpted and perfectly formed body, like that of an ancient god.
His bulging muscles contained explosive power, and his skin had a healthy wheat color, yet visible dark red, scorching heat emanated from his body—the surging Bloodline Power within him.
Fine, dense wounds, as if cut by countless tiny blades, covered the surface, Sisi wisps of blood. But these wounds were healing rapidly under the wash of dark Qi and Blood, leaving only faint red marks.
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, not in a mocking way, but in a way that suggested he had just finished a vigorous warm-up exercise, even with a hint of lingering excitement.
The dark red dagger in his hand hummed incessantly, its blade gleaming with a deeper and more ferocious light than before, as if it had just drunk the elixir of death's power.
"The infamous Death God's Light..." Toji's deep, magnetic voice broke the silence, clearly piercing through the cracks in space, striking the hearts of Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao, who was barely maintaining consciousness in the distance, "Is that all the power you've got? It can't even make me bleed a decent amount."
He casually cracked his neck, producing a teeth-grinding snap, and his gaze, sharp as a blade, locked onto Ye Xishui in the sky.
"No... impossible!!!" Ye Xishui's voice completely lost its composure for the first time, so sharp it almost tore apart her own Soul Power core. "How could you... how could you still be alive?! That's the Death God's Light! A light powerful enough to kill gods!"
The Blood Soul Demon Puppet's body trembled violently, its crimson light flickering, revealing the turmoil within her heart and the collapse of her faith.
Long Xiaoyao lay on the edge of the deep pit, his only remaining left eye staring intently at the figure, his unfocused pupil filled with pure, incomprehensible despair. The two of them, the pinnacle of the continent's Limit Douluo, the two pillars of the Holy Spirit Cult, together, one was utterly defeated and on the verge of death, while the other used his ultimate trump card.
Incredibly... you couldn't even seriously injure the opponent?
They even dared to dream of joining forces to rival the Beast God Di Tian?
How foolish and ridiculous it all seems now!
They couldn't even shake this mere human assassin in front of them.
An unprecedented chill Entanglement around Ye Xishui's soul like a venomous snake.