Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 218 - Crossing Death
The battle was over in an instant.

Destruction is but a moment.

The dragon's struggles were futile; its resistance could not overcome the power of its roar. Whatever it did in that final moment, it was ultimately engulfed by the sea of ​​fire.

A few seconds.

The breath ended, and the sea of ​​fire burned.

Among countless observation satellites and countless eyes, a giant dragon skeleton lay prostrate in a sea of ​​fire.

'Boom—' Flames erupted, sending up a shockwave.

The crouching skeleton then collapsed, which undoubtedly signified the defeat and death of Zhulong.

With a 'bang,' in a high-ranking office, a gray-haired VIP suddenly kicked back the chair behind him. He straightened his suit jacket and strode towards the balcony.

“It’s over, it’s all over,” he said.

He jumped from a building dozens of stories high, exploding into a large spray of blood on the ground.

The crowd downstairs erupted in chaos, screaming in bewilderment. A few seconds later, a muffled gunshot rang out from the office of another important figure.

Death—they gave themselves to death. The overwhelming shock before their eyes robbed them of all hope. And within a minute of that, the same thing happened in many places around the world.

This may be somewhat different from usual.

But no one cared, and no one knew the truth.

Even the most theoretically stable decision-making center of the Eastern Continent was in complete chaos at this moment.

“This shouldn’t be… How could this happen?” An analyst stared blankly at the screen, his eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment. “He was so confident, so decisive…”

He turned his head and looked at his colleague.

"Could he have some other tricks up his sleeve? Was everything just a scheme or a plan?"

“Anything can happen on the battlefield…” his colleague muttered to himself, his teacup falling to the ground. “Maybe it was just a momentary oversight…”

"What about media control? Should we retract our previous propaganda about him? The public will find out soon..."

"I have no idea……"

a mess.

The chaos lasted only a few seconds.

Soon, more capable personnel stepped forward to provide guidance and direction to the others.

"Don't bother with things you can't understand! Focus on what you can do right now! Intelligence team, continue tracking the dragon's movements. Analysis team, immediately compile a list of the dragon's parameters—if our allies fail, then we'll have to rely on our own guns!"

He was the backbone, and he quickly injected the power of order into this brief chaos. The elites in the decision-making center immediately got busy again. And within seconds, someone pointed at the screen and shouted.

"Look! Target number one! It's moving...it's getting closer to target number three!"

Number One is the Dark Dragon, also known as Duneville.

Because it was the first dragon to appear on this land, and the first to display its power. And naturally, number three is the Decaying Coffin, because according to the order, Wuchen=Dasster should be number two.

It flapped its wings, it soared. The dust and debris of the shattered island were swept away in the storm beneath its wings. And the dragon of the underworld was able to gaze directly into the shattered remains of the Candle Dragon, destroyed by its fiery breath and scattered across the ground. The breath of life and soul had vanished, and on this desolate island, only a stagnant death remained.

Dunneville shifted its gaze—to the other side of the battlefield, to the side that had fallen first. Even though it hadn't contributed at all in the previous battle, the pale dragon had at least evaded its claws for quite some time. All told, it could have made up about a quarter of an hour.

It watched it—it watched the ravaged coffin heal the wounds on its body. It watched the pale, giant dragon, which looked like a huge four-legged lizard, struggle to rise into the air again and let out a defiant roar toward it.

A demonstration... or perhaps a demonstration.

Since the main course was devoured too quickly, a leisurely dessert wouldn't hurt. The energy level, which had initially risen to two-tenths, instantly plummeted to one-tenth. With a flap of its wings, it appeared directly in front of the Coffin Dragon King, enveloped by the storm.

It's not far, only a hundred meters away.

However, when its form reappeared in the dissipating whirlwind, what awaited it was a rapid and intense burst of pure black light.

'Om—'

That was the light of death. The power to destroy souls.

The dark impact known as the 'Soul-Destroying Breath' struck Dunneville's projection directly! At the same moment, the decaying coffin, which had been in a state of 'severe injury and initial recovery' just a moment before, also unleashed this deadly breath, pushing forward despite a large number of protective spells!

This was its plan; it attempted to become the fisherman, winning the battle between the clam and the crane. However, even though it, as a projection, should not have been rational by nature, its blood-red dragon eyes suddenly widened at this moment!
The Soul-Destroying Breath struck Dunneville's body.

The Soul-Destroying Breath shattered upon its body.

This superior primordial magic, which had previously been able to easily penetrate the building and evaporate all obstacles in its path, was utterly ineffective at this moment. Even though Duneville didn't have a single protective spell on him, he couldn't break through its defenses!
The dragon of the underworld then swung its giant claw down.

"Boom! Explosion!"

The decaying coffin, now back to its prime, was simply slammed to the ground—a huge crater nearly a hundred meters in radius was punched into the earth beneath it, and all its struggles and resistance were in vain.

The dragon of the underworld used only a fraction of its strength, yet it brought death upon itself. A few embers of fire already danced and swirled between the dragon's teeth, and a blazing breath was about to erupt from its mouth!

It stopped at that instant.

It abruptly turned its head to look at the distant horizon. The next moment, it suddenly spread its wings and soared upwards!
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"Just as I thought." Wu Chen opened his eyes, having returned to human form. His body was ethereal and emitted a faint light. What met his eyes was a dark, desolate wasteland filled with deathly aura.

He did indeed die once—he met his own death under the dragon's breath.

However, it was precisely because he faced death that he was able to reach this place.

“Soul Tomb,” he said, his eyes reflecting the dark sky—massive stones hovering and slowly rotating above the heavens, while countless slender ghosts flew around them.

His conjecture was confirmed—just as the Decaying Coffin had been projected along with the Spiral of Death. Duneville's projection was not a lone dragon joining the battle. It brought the entire Soul Tomb with it. The reason it was incompatible with the Decaying Coffin was that the Decaying Coffin's abandoned primordial link had been reactivated, stealing power from the Soul Tomb.

"No wonder the Soul-Destroying Breath can be unleashed in succession."

Wu Chen shook his head slightly, a smile playing on his lips.

He stepped forward. The final step was right beneath his feet.

Because the gods of death must ultimately prove that they can transcend death.

(End of this chapter)