Douluo Jueshi: Picking up Firefly at the Beginning

As the light from the soul rings on Meteor grew brighter, terrifying energy gathered on the blade like a surging tide, making the light emitted by the Flame Sword even more dazzling, and the temperature reached its extreme, as if it could trigger a cataclysmic disaster at any moment.

"Heavenly Fire, unsheathe!" Meteor roared, his voice echoing through the heavens.

In an instant, a terrifying heatwave erupted with a near-destructive force, turning everything around into dust. The sky was instantly covered in crimson, resembling a burning sea of ​​blood.

At the same time, the three-headed bone dragons that were rushing towards Meteor and the others felt an unprecedented threat, and they all spewed out icy blue dragon breath.

The dragon's breath carried extreme cold, and wherever it went, the air instantly froze into ice crystals. However, when faced with flames as hot as the core of the sun, the icy blue dragon's breath was so vulnerable that it was instantly and mercilessly swept away and devoured by the flames.

A flaming sword shot into the sky, transforming into a massive pillar of fire hundreds of meters high in mid-air.

As Meteor used all his strength to fiercely swing down his flaming sword, the pillar of fire, like a beam of destructive light from the sky, crashed down with unstoppable force.

The three-headed skeletal dragon was the first to be hit, and under this terrifying pillar of fire, it was instantly reduced to ashes, leaving not even a trace behind.

At this moment, Duke Dai Hao of the White Tiger was still some distance from the black gate and had no time to dodge this sudden and fatal attack.

Left with no other choice, he could only unleash his defensive soul skill with all his might. A shield shimmering with golden light instantly unfolded in front of him, attempting to block the pillar of fire that was capable of destroying everything.

But this golden shield was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot in front of the Flame Pillar; it only lasted for a moment before being mercilessly swallowed up by the Flame Pillar.

"Boom!"

A deafening roar, like thunder, echoed throughout the valley, as if it would tear the land apart completely.

Immediately afterwards, a huge mushroom cloud rose slowly, and the spectacular scene was just like a powerful level nine soul-guided cannon shell exploding at close range.

The violent impact emanated from the center of the explosion and spread outwards like surging waves, causing a strong shockwave within a radius of several miles.

When everything finally returned to calm, the once tranquil valley had vanished without a trace, replaced by a shocking lava canyon.

This canyon was carved out by the meteor's earth-shattering sword strike, permanently altering the valley's topography.

In the canyon, the rocks melted under the high temperature, turning into molten lava that flowed slowly, emitting a pungent smell.

The twelve black doors vanished completely under this terrifying sword strike, as if they had never existed.

The three-headed bone dragon that faced the Fiery Sword's Edge had long since been burned to ashes and scattered in the wind.

As for the White Tiger Army, most of them perished under this sword strike, and probably only a very few lucky ones managed to enter the black gate beforehand and escaped.

At this moment, Duke Dai Hao of the White Tiger lay quietly in the scalding lava, his whole body as if he had been roasted in a furnace, charred black as charcoal, and his life force extremely weak.

His body trembled slightly, as if he might breathe his last and vanish from this world at any moment. Huo Yuhao stared wide-eyed at the horrific scene before him, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

At this moment, all the resentment, unwillingness, and grievances that had been building up in his heart for so long seemed to vanish without a trace along with the dust that filled the sky.

"He's still alive!" Meteor's face showed an extremely surprised expression.

It should be noted that when Liu Ying's 100,000-year soul skill is combined with his 100,000-year soul skill, the power unleashed by this sword is simply beyond imagination. Its destructive power is not even slightly inferior to the two of them using their martial soul fusion skill.

However, despite such a terrifying attack, Duke Dai Hao of the White Tiger was only seriously injured and on the verge of death, and was not directly vaporized into ashes by the high temperature.

It seems that the three bone dragons that fought desperately did play a role, at least shielding Duke White Tiger from the strongest impact and preventing him from dying instantly.

At this moment, Duke Dai Hao of the White Tiger was in a precarious situation, his life hanging by a thread like a candle in the wind.

In his current state, he was practically dead. His body was charred black, with many deep wounds that exposed bone. Blood mixed with scalding lava emitted a nauseating stench. His faint life force seemed so small and helpless in this desolate and barren landscape.

Huo Yuhao stood not far away, his eyes red with grief and anxiety, his breathing rapid and disordered, his chest heaving violently.

His heart was in turmoil, and a strong impulse drove him to rush forward regardless of everything and save the tenacious man from the clutches of death.

However, reason, like a bucket of cold water, ruthlessly extinguished the passion in his heart. He knew clearly that this cruel battle had come to an end, and everything was beyond redemption.

If we rush forward rashly at this moment, not only will we fail to change the situation, but we will also lose our lives in vain and become a pointless sacrifice.

Thinking of this, Huo Yuhao bit his lower lip until it bled. He suppressed his grief and resentment, and his figure gradually became transparent, as if he had merged into the air, and he silently left this dangerous battlefield filled with death and despair.

With each step he took, he felt as if he were stepping on his own broken heart, filled with helplessness and desolation.

On the other side, although the three-headed bone dragon was powerful and posed a great threat to the soldiers when it first appeared, it was ultimately unable to withstand the Soul Master Corps personally led by Starry Sky Douluo Ye Yulin.

Ye Yulin manipulated the Sun and Moon Divine Needles, and in an instant, countless red and blue rays of light rained down from the sky, carrying terrifying penetrating power, and poured towards the three-headed bone dragon.

Although the bone dragon struggled and resisted with all its might, letting out mournful roars, it eventually became exhausted under the overwhelming attack.

Before long, the three-headed bone dragon was riddled with holes, its massive body crashing to the ground, raising a cloud of dust, and the fierce battle gradually came to an end.

Meteor slowly walked up to Duke Dai Hao of the White Tiger. Looking at the once majestic Duke Dai Hao, who was now on his deathbed, a complex emotion welled up in his heart, and he couldn't help but sigh.

He slightly raised the Flamelight Spear in his hand, its tip gleaming coldly. With a "thud," the spear tip mercilessly pierced Dai Hao's chest. (End of Chapter)