The Necromancer lay on the ground, his body freezing from the chilling aura emanating from the Heavenly Frost Sword, his eyes filled with resentment and rage.
He hadn't expected that he still wouldn't be able to kill Yu Longyue.
Having used his ninth Soul Skill and even sacrificed his Battle Armor, he burned his Soul Power, Spiritual Power, and soul.
They still couldn't kill him.
Could it be that he is truly protected by a deity?
Why was he so lucky that he managed to hold out until reinforcements arrived?
I refuse to accept this! I refuse to accept this!
The Necromancer had a ferocious expression and blood-red eyes as it stared at the heavily injured Yu Longyue.
Why? Why didn't the Titled Douluo I was assigned to attack with me?
If you join me in attacking, Yu Longyue is almost certainly doomed!
Why? Why is he so lucky?
The Necromancer's face turned extremely ugly, and his gaze shifted from the white-clad, blue-sword -Wu Changkong to the cold muzzles of the surrounding mechs.
These mechs represent the Federation's military power, and their appearance signifies that the Necromancer are in dire straits.
Yes, the Evil Soul Master responsible for stopping them all sacrificed themselves through the ritual of the array.
No one stopped them.
The Necromancer struggled to his feet, the cannons of all the surrounding mechs constantly locked onto him.
The Heavenly Frost Sword on Wu Changkong's body was also ready.
"Young Sect Master, are you alright?" The security chief was helping Yu Longyue up.
"I'm fine, just a minor injury. He's Titled Douluo, he won't die so easily. Don't worry about me." Yu Longyue shook her head, then pointed to the Necromancer who could still stand.
The Minister of Security nodded, and dragon scales emerged from his body, followed by a thick layer of earth element.
With a Earth Dragon Martial Soul controls the earth element, and a cultivation Level 89, combined with Wu Changkong and the mecha team, they will surely be able to defeat this heavily injured Titled Douluo Evil Soul Master.
But deep down, he genuinely admired Yu Longyue.
Despite such a vast difference in combat strength, Yu Longyue managed to hold out for so long.
As expected of the young sect leader.
Just then, a roar came from the sky, and a figure rushed over at lightning speed, like a shooting star streaking across the sky.
This person's cultivation was extremely strong, no weaker than the newly Necromancer Titled Douluo, and the aura emanating from him gave people a powerful sense of oppression.
"The God of War of the War God Temple?" The Necromancer was just about to retaliate, turned grim upon seeing this scene.
He hadn't expected the people from the War God Temple to arrive so quickly.
Only about ten minutes had passed, meaning that this war god had rushed over from another first-tier city at full speed.
Every War God in the Federation's War God Temple possesses at least Three-Word Battle Armor and is at the Titled Douluo level; it's impossible for them to be weaker than him.
Is there really no hope left?
The Necromancer involuntarily looked at Yu Longyue, who was heavily protected by many people, and its gaze gradually became empty.
The war god, clad in golden Battle Armor and carrying a golden spear on his back, finally arrived at the scene.
" Evil Soul Master, surrender obediently, and your fate won't be so miserable." The God of War's voice was like thunder, and his figure streaked across the sky like a golden light, landing in front of the Necromancer.
"Even the Federation's War God Temple has come to our aid so quickly. It seems you really value Yu Longyue." The Necromancer's voice carried a hint of sneer, his eyes flashing with a crazed light.
The God of War did not act rashly, but instead activated his Martial Soul Avatar, blocking any escape route for the Evil Soul Master.
Now that he is on the verge of death, he will surely seek to take someone down with him. If we take the initiative to attack, we will likely be at a disadvantage in the short term.
The most terrifying people are those who fight desperately because they have no way out, especially madmen like this.
" Yu Longyue!"
The Necromancer suddenly roared, his blood-red eyes fixed on Yu Longyue, wishing he could skin him alive, eat his flesh, and drink his blood.
"What good deeds did you do in your past life that saved the world? That's why you were born into such a good family!"
Yu Longyue looked at him with some confusion, completely unable to understand why he hated her so much.
" The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, hahaha, so powerful, so amazing! Even the Federation's War God Temple sent a War God to protect you." The Necromancer's face twisted in a ferocious grin as he sneered, "And you have God Level Martial Soul, both parents alive, a happy family, and countless elders doting on you. How wonderful! I bet you've never experienced the life of the poor at the bottom of society, have you?"
The Necromancer walked slowly forward, its aura rising steadily, its Soul Power increasing rather than decreasing.
"Why were you born with God Level Martial Soul? Why were you born superior to all living beings? Why did I awaken my Martial Soul at the age of six? Just this damned Martial Soul of mine. I did nothing, yet everyone hates me and even labels me Evil Soul Master?"
"What did I do? I did nothing, yet my family all died in front of me to protect me, and they call me Evil Soul Master. Was I born to be judged by the people of Shrek?!"
Yu Longyue's expression gradually became more interesting.
So that's how it is. No wonder I hate myself so much.
"I clearly want to cultivate normally, I clearly want to go to school properly, but the people of Shrek, who claim to be righteous, say I am Evil Soul Master and want to judge me!" The Necromancer took a deep breath, then a sinister smile appeared on his face, and he began to unleash his final madness.
"Fine, since you all love representing justice and judging Evil Soul Master so much, then I'll become the Evil Soul Master you all most want me to be. So many of you like protecting Yu Longyue, right? Fine, fine! Then I'll blow you all up!"
"You'll all die with me!"
The Necromancer's voice grew low and sinister, his body began to swell, his aura became increasingly terrifying, and the surrounding air seemed to distort because of him.
When the God of War and Wu Changkong saw this scene, their expressions instantly turned panicked.
"Oh no, he's going to self-destruct! Run!" Upon seeing this, the God of War immediately shouted, organizing everyone to escape.
The self-destruction of Titled Douluo is no less powerful than a Level 9 Fixed Soul Guidance Shell.
Not only did he turn and run, but everyone else reacted immediately and fled the scene. The mech team quickly activated and withdrew at top speed.
"Quick, let's go!" The security minister grabbed Yu Longyue and flew away quickly into the distance. They were extremely fast, but the Necromancer were even faster at self-destruction.
Standing still and being pulled away, Yu Longyue kept her eyes fixed on the Necromancer that was about to self-destruct.
He has five seconds left before he self-destructs.
For some reason, in Yu Longyue's eyes, everything around her seemed to slow down the flow of time.
His depleted Spiritual Power seemed to have undergone some kind of sublimation, and a door to his spiritual world opened for him, imperceptibly altering the flow of time around him.
The faint roar of a dragon echoed in her ears, bringing Yu Longyue back to her senses.
A second passed after everyone turned and ran away.
He saw that the Titled Douluo, the God of War, had also run away.
No, it won't be enough time to escape the self-destruct range.
Two seconds passed.
We're all so close, running is pointless; we might even suffer heavy casualties in this self-destruction.
Someone has to step up and stop this self-destruction.
After thinking for a moment, Yu Longyue no longer hesitated, resolutely shook off the security minister's hand, and quickly ran towards the direction of the Necromancer.
Three seconds passed.
Before the security minister could even speak, he turned around and tried to grab Yu Longyue's hand again, but he missed. Without saying a word, he immediately activated his Martial Soul Avatar.
Four seconds passed before the God of War saw Yu Longyue's actions and belatedly realized that Titled Douluo's self-destruction would kill everyone so close to him, not to mention the crowd not far away. If he hadn't been able to stop it, the deaths of hundreds of people would have been inevitable. Realizing this, he hurriedly ran back, trying to make up for his mistake.
At this moment, Yu Longyue had already rushed to a short distance in front of the Necromancer. At the cost of his own life, he forcibly activated the Thunder Dragon King Domain, covering the area where he and the Necromancer. At the same time, he desperately activated his Dragon Transformation again, and a Thunder Dragon King more than 20 meters in size slowly appeared.
At the fifth second, the Necromancer stared blankly at Yu Longyue, who was rushing over to shield everyone from the self-destruction. His ferocious expression froze for a moment, replaced by utter bewilderment.
Why was he the first to rush forward and block his own self-destruction?
Just to protect those around them, and the ordinary people nearby?
He's rich, powerful, and has status; he could easily enjoy life to the fullest. Why would he protect ordinary people who are treated like trash?
At this moment, tears began to well up in the Necromancer's eyes, and the expression on his face finally ceased to be ferocious, replaced by complete relief.
If, when I was six years old, I had met someone like that who saved me and my family, someone who dared to stand up against Shrek, would my ending have been different?
"Boom!"
With a deafening roar, the Necromancer's body exploded like a nuclear warhead.
The enormous fireball engulfed everything around it in an instant, and the scorching flames and shockwaves swept outwards in all directions like the roar of God of Destruction.
The entire Eastsea City trembled violently under the impact of this force, as if an earthquake had struck.
Skyscrapers collapsed like paper toys under the onslaught of the shockwave.
The ground was torn apart, forming huge cracks, like fissures in hell.
The mushroom cloud from the explosion shot straight into the sky, blotting out the sun and turning the entire night sky blood red, as if the end of the world had arrived. It generated a massive shockwave, as powerful as a nuclear bomb.