Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 217 Death
The sea is boiling.

The earth cracked and burned.

Wu Chen activated his body, wielding his newly acquired power. When the soul-destroying breath struck, he merely raised his dragon-transformed claws.

"Force field wall".

The force field wall was erected, but this barrier, which was theoretically capable of resisting any level of dragon breath, could not block the dark light in the slightest—it easily tore through and penetrated it, and then destroyed all the protective spells that Wu Chen had cast on him.

As expected—the True Dragon King's primordial magic indeed cannot be resisted by conventional spells. And the decaying coffin that appeared before Wu Chen was even stronger than the original, rational being. This was because the original coffin dragon king had destroyed its nine primordial linker levels through a race-changing process. The Soul-Destroying Breath energy pool it gained as a result was only enough for it to accumulate three breaths over several hundred years.

But now——

'Boom—'

Gunshots rang out.

The gun was held in the witch's hand.

Her existence here, besides serving as Wu Chen's cognitive anchor, serves primarily to provide a hand that can pull the trigger at the right moment—her body has been taken over by Wu Chen through a faith link, and because she has given everything, her mind and body are under Wu Chen's control.

The priestess and the young god thus became one, and the activated artifact weapon bestowed protection upon both bodies simultaneously. And the instant the trigger was pulled, the dark light struck its target with pinpoint accuracy.

It crashed into the dragon's body—but to no avail. Wu Chen then adjusted his position within the dragon's breath, a primordial magical energy, and opened the dragon's mouth wide in fury.

The profession of High Elementalist no longer exists, but the dragon's breath, distorted by divine status and corrupted by divine power, is far more powerful than the chaotic breath created by elemental field interference. What spewed from the mouth of the Candle Dragon was a dark light transformed from an extremely condensed dark green. And the moment it was born, it surpassed the limits that the concept of 'corruption' could reach in the mortal realm, rapidly transforming in an even more terrifying direction.

Wu Chen called it Withering. And it went straight upward against the Soul-Destroying Breath. The element called Death was easily integrated into Wu Chen, and it accurately struck the pale dragon body of the decaying coffin!
"BOOM!!"

That must have been an exceptionally terrifying explosion.

Those who witnessed this attack even imagined the corresponding explosive sound in their minds.

However, when the gray, fading light struck its target, all was silent. Only the terrifying sight of the Decaying Coffin Dragon King's struck body suddenly shriveling and withering, shattering like waterlogged lime!
One blow, a devastating blow.

The concept of victory reinforced the armor that Wu Chen wore.

The authority belonging to the 'Lord of Mount Tai' was further solidified and stabilized at this moment, and the power of the gods was gathered as a result. At this moment, a considerable number of divine techniques also appeared in his mind.

— Divine Power Shield.

By highly compressing the power of will and incorporating it with the concept of corresponding divine authority, the power of will is transformed into divine energy. It possesses the power to grant wishes, much like a superior's prayer. And the shield formed by it can withstand even another Soul-Destroying Breath.

It does.

The moment Wu Chen uttered 'Withering,' a thin but swift stream of power struck the barrier he had erected around himself with precision and stealth—and the seemingly indestructible defense was even rippled with large waves as a result!
No breakthrough – almost a breakthrough.

The Coffin Dragon King, struck by 'Withering', was knocked to the ground, its damaged body regenerating at a visible speed. Wu Chen's gaze, however, remained fixed on Duneville's body.

That invisible ray originated from it.

This emission line possesses the same energy level as the Soul-Destroying Breath—a value accurate to at least six decimal places. This means the opponent has perfectly controlled this power used in combat.

Wu Chen looked at it—he clearly read a dignified smile on the massive dragon head. It was like a lazy cat, full of energy, seeing an amusing mouse. Before its interest wore off, it anticipated a 'evenly matched' game. Wu Chen could even hear a delirious chuckle.

"Then, let's use two-tenths of our strength now."

Projections should not possess intelligence, nor should they be able to speak.

However, an immense warning sign suddenly erupted in all directions of the area where Wu Chen was located.

dead.

Mark of Death.

Krii Lun Aus — Slaughter, exploitation, suffering.

Power bursts forth from nothingness.

The curse descended silently upon Wu Chen's body.

A wave of excruciating pain and weakness washed over him. All protective spells were rendered useless at this moment!
'Bang—! Bang—!' Gunshots rang out once more, yet the magical artifact's effect of isolating everything was not triggered by Wu Chen's actions. Clearly, the rules of this artifact weren't simply that firing a gun could eliminate all external damage. Before Wu Chen could truly understand its function, principles, and limitations, the dragon of the underworld had already appeared, only inches away from his body!

Wuld Nah Kest – whirlwind, fury, storm.

Whirlwind energy.

The Nether Dragon, swept across the sky without warning by a storm of power, swung its claws down at the Candle Dragon's body. The speed of the claw strike appeared slow, yet it incorporated countless fighting techniques, making it impossible to dodge in any way.

You can only carry it hard.

Suddenly, a binding longsword extended from the claws of the Candle Dragon—the forty-meter-long giant blade slashed precisely and swiftly at the descending dragon claw. In that instant, a deafening collision occurred.

'clang--!!!'

That was the clash of metal. That was the resounding clang of power.

Weakened beyond repair by the mark of death, the Candle Dragon staggered backward from the blow, even though the giant blade binding it remained intact. Large sprays of blood erupted from its long, slender body!
If a lifespan parameter exists, then that single attack consumed nearly 30% of the Candle Dragon's body. And this was even the result of all its martial arts techniques being unleashed in that instant. And in the next moment, the dragon claw's second strike slammed down.

"BOOM!!!!"

A massive storm swept through. The Candle Dragon's body, oozing blood, crashed like a rag doll onto a ruined island—the island, spanning tens of square kilometers, suddenly split open, a series of explosions erupting from its base. All the scattered structures on the island were stripped away by the impact; trees and buildings alike were instantly flung hundreds or even thousands of meters into the air.

The outcome can be decided in an instant.

The numerous monitoring systems observing the battlefield could even read a hint of disappointment in the eyes of the Dark Dragon at this moment.

Without hesitation, it opened its massive jaws, severing all of Zhulong's struggles.

'Yol Toor Shul——'

Dragon fire poured down.

(End of this chapter)