Douluo, my clone Groudon

Chapter 350, Page 349: Revenge
The desolate mountains outside Xingluo City resembled lurking giant beasts in the night.

Gula's figure suddenly appeared on a jagged boulder on the mountaintop. The night wind fluttered the hem of his dark clothes, bringing with it the faint sounds of the distant city.

His gaze was calm as he looked towards the brightly lit, towering building in the center of Xingluo City—the headquarters of the Xingluo Spirit Pagoda.

“Zhang Geyang…” Gula murmured the name, her voice devoid of emotion, only a cold, deathly stillness.

He vividly remembered the Green Skull assassination attempt; those civilians could be said to have died because of him, and this was merely the aftermath of their attack. Gura wouldn't take the blame upon himself, so someone else had to bear the responsibility.

The spoils of war from the two red mechs... were not enough to quell that killing intent. This man had to die. As for what chaos the Spirit Pagoda of the Star Luo Continent would descend upon him after his death? What did that have to do with him?

A few days later, he returned to Douluo Continent, making no attempt to conceal his return.

He immediately chose to make a brief appearance in a sufficiently conspicuous public setting. The news would reach Qian Gu Dong Feng's ears like the wind.

Letting the Spirit Pagoda Master know that he has returned, and letting Zhang Geyang "know" that he has returned in advance, is a perfect alibi, just as Zhang Geyang had the Green Skull organization take action.

Gula wanted his opponent to wait in uncertainty and anxiety, to suffer during that wait. And now, it was time to close the net.

Gula slowly closed his eyes.

Inside Groudon's body, at the core of its spirit, the strange spirit core that had fused with the power of the stars suddenly lit up, emitting profound fluctuations.

The space around him began to blur and thicken, as if he had sunk into invisible amber.

"Time...locked."

Consciousness seemed to be suddenly lifted by an invisible force, breaking free from the constraints of the body and the shackles of three-dimensional space.

The view suddenly opened up, yet became incredibly abstract. The vast Douluo Continent below resembled a huge and complex model, with mountains, rivers, cities, and forests all becoming flowing points of light and lines.

The river of time surged before his eyes, with countless points of light representing life rising and falling within it.

His "gaze" transcended the barriers of space, penetrated the thick walls of the Spirit Pagoda, and precisely focused on the luxurious and imposing office on the top floor of the Star Luo Tower.

Zhang Geyang was engrossed in a document, his brows slightly furrowed. As the highest-ranking person in charge of the Spirit Pagoda on the Star Luo Continent, he held a high position and wielded great power, being a core member of the ancient Dongfeng lineage.

He knew, of course, that Gula had safely returned to Douluo Continent, and that Green Skull's assassination attempt had failed.

But so what? Assassination? Where's the evidence? Even if that crazy woman Leng Yaozhu guessed it was him, without solid evidence, who would dare to touch Qian Gu Dongfeng's confidant?

He was just a talented but inexperienced junior. Did he really dare to come to Star Luo City to cause him trouble? A disdainful smile even appeared on his lips.

However, at this very moment!
A chilling sense of crisis, originating from the deepest part of his soul, swept over him without warning like a tsunami.

My hair stood on end, and my heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible, icy hand!
"Who?!" Zhang Geyang suddenly looked up, and the terrifying soul power of a level 98 Super Douluo erupted like a volcano that had been suppressed for ten thousand years.

The violent shockwave of soul power instantly tore the heavy mahogany desk in front of him to dust, and expensive soul tool decorations shattered. He didn't even have time to think about where the danger came from; his body's instincts had already surpassed his thoughts. A ghostly blue flame battle armor instantly covered his entire body, and a huge phantom of a ghostly flame beast roared and appeared behind him.

His figure moved like lightning, smashing through the huge floor-to-ceiling bulletproof glass window without hesitation, transforming into a dark blue meteor that hurtled wildly away from the Spirit Pagoda.

quick! Faster!
Zhang Geyang pushed his speed to the limit, burning his soul power without regard for the cost, and instantly moved more than ten miles away from the Spirit Pagoda headquarters.

But the deadly sense of crisis that clung to him like a leech did not diminish; instead, it became like a tangible shadow, clinging tightly to his back, drawing ever closer, as if the entire sky were collapsing down on him.

"Impossible!" he roared inwardly in horror. What kind of attack could lock onto him across such a distance? Could it be a quasi-god level expert?
No! Leng Yaozhu doesn't have that ability! And Qian Gu Dongfeng would never attack him!
From that high-dimensional perspective, which is incomprehensible to ordinary people, Gula's "gaze" coldly locked onto the eerie blue dot of light that was frantically fleeing in three-dimensional space, like locking onto a germ under a microscope.

"A dying struggle." Gula's icy thoughts echoed in the void.

This time, he couldn't use any of the signature soul skills taught by Leng Yaozhu, as the traces would be too obvious.

Deep within the Forest Sea, the ball of light, formed from Groudon's clone and imbued with the pure power of the earth god, broke through the time barrier and suddenly lit up.

"Cliff Sword!"

boom--! ! !
It didn't resound in the real world, but at a higher dimensional level of laws, a terrifying force capable of tearing apart continental plates was activated!
Below, on the western outskirts of Xingluo City, lies a desolate hilly area.

Without warning, the earth let out a deep, muffled roar, as if a primordial beast that had been sleeping for millions of years had been forcibly awakened.

The ground within a radius of several miles undulated and twisted violently. Hard rocks, like soft mud being kneaded by an invisible giant hand, rose wildly amidst teeth-grinding groans!
A massive, ferocious, reddish-brown "giant sword" composed of pure earth energy and solidified magma tore through the earth's surface. With speed beyond comprehension, carrying the terrifying divine power to burn everything and suppress all directions, it fiercely pierced the sky!

It was enormous; the portion exposed on the surface alone stretched for hundreds of meters. Its entire body burned with dark red lava fire, its surface covered with ancient, wild rock textures, radiating a heavy pressure that distorted and caused space itself to collapse.

This is not a soul skill; it is the wrath of the earth, the judgment of the ley lines, and the projection of Groudon's divine power!

The target—that frantically fleeing, ghostly blue streak.

"What it is?!"

Zhang Geyang's soul flew to the heavens. He sensed that the source of the power that had locked onto him and was capable of destroying his soul was right below in this wildly rising earth.

The giant rock sword that burst from the ground contained such power that even a true quasi-god would surely perish on the spot, let alone a level 98 Super Douluo.

"Roar—!" The spirit of the Netherflame Beast let out a desperate roar. Zhang Geyang frantically activated all his soul power and even burned his essence blood.

The dark blue battle armor covering his entire body burst forth with unprecedented light. He desperately changed direction, trying to escape the giant sword's lock-on range at top speed.

At the same time, his spirit rings flashed, and one powerful spirit skill after another rained down on his back.

(End of this chapter)