Douluo: This Legend of the Dragon King is not quite right

As if in response to her vow.

"Rumble..."

Above the sky, from the depths of the already trembling spatial rift, came a boom that was deeper and more resonant than ever before.

The sound did not act on the eardrums, but resonated directly in the depths of the soul of everyone present.

Immediately afterward, amidst countless chaotic energy flows and spatial fragments, another majestic and vast figure, already taking shape outside of space, began to vaguely coalesce.

Although it is still not clear, the rules of this world seem to have been disrupted, with winds rising and clouds surging, and energy becoming restless.

This is exactly what the goddess of beauty hoped for, and it is the only hope to turn the tide.

Only the return of God King Tang San could trigger such a large-scale celestial phenomenon.

"Soon... Father... will be here soon..."

Tang Wutong raised her eyes, muttering to herself, her gaze filled with an almost obsessive expectation and longing.

She stared intently at the gradually clearing phantom above, waiting for the moment when Tang San would fully descend.

That will be the time when the Tang Clan wields its blade of revenge and crushes all its enemies!
The deep rumble, like war drums, spread in all directions, carrying a chilling sense of oppression.

Tang Wutong took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing her turbulent emotions, and looked at Titan and Ah Yin beside her, her tone urgent and firm:

"Uncle Titan, Grandma, if they attack now, please help me stall for time, even if it's just for a quarter of an hour!"

"I will spare no expense to forcefully accelerate the process of my father's arrival!"

After saying that, without waiting for their response, she flashed to the center of the magic circle and knelt down beside Chen Xinjie, whose eyes were lifeless and whose aura was still rising wildly.

She clasped her hands together, lowered her head, and began to chant ancient and obscure divine words, radiating a strong pink divine light that resonated powerfully with the entire magic array and Tang San's phantom in the sky.

She was using her own divine power as a guide to forcibly lead Tang San to his doom!

The next moment, another change occurred.

The entire core area of ​​the valley suddenly darkened without warning, as if it had instantly turned from daytime into dusk.

No one knew why such a bizarre change had occurred; a heavy sense of impending doom weighed on everyone, making it hard for them to breathe.

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

A sudden gust of wind arose out of nowhere. What began as a gentle breeze quickly turned into a piercing howl, sweeping wildly through the valley, whipping up sand and stones that made everyone's clothes flutter wildly, almost causing them to lose their footing.

Immediately afterwards, large raindrops began to fall from the sky without warning, initially sparse, but instantly turning into a torrential downpour.

The torrential rain lashed wildly against the earth, the rocks, and every person's body, chilling them to the bone.

Between heaven and earth, an invisible oppressive force rapidly condensed and rose amidst the raging wind and rain, as if the entire plane was resisting the arrival of some force that should not exist, causing one's soul to tremble and making it almost impossible to breathe.

However, at this critical moment when the wind and rain were raging and everyone was doing their best to guide the spirits, the goddess Tang Wutong suddenly caught a glimpse of the rain-soaked ground beneath her feet out of the corner of her eye.

Within the soil, incredibly fine, almost imperceptible, ice-blue patterns had begun to seep out, slowly but steadily spreading towards the core of the magic array.

An extreme chill, originating from her very survival instinct, instantly gripped her heart.

"Oh no, it's Extreme Ice... He's already prepared a backup plan!"

Tang Wutong's pretty face turned deathly pale instantly, and she gasped in shock. Before her gasp had even faded, a figure, seemingly stepping to the rhythm of time, silently emerged from the pervasive rain and dim light amidst the wind and rain.

Dressed in pristine white, spotless, no matter how fierce the wind and rain, no one could get within three feet of him.

Countless crystal-clear ice and snow flowers, imbued with a sense of desolation and coldness, drifted slowly down around his figure, making him appear like a deity born from ice and snow.

Beneath his long, sword-like eyebrows, his eyes were as cold and clear as an ancient, unyielding abyss, or like the night sky that encompassed the most beautiful stars. At this moment, they were calmly and without wavering, watching over everyone in the core area of ​​the valley.

Holding the Ice Abyss Sword, Lu Jun finally stepped onto this final stage.

"There really are some fearless people who dare to venture into this place alone."

When Titan saw that Lu Jun had actually charged in all by himself, he was initially taken aback, but then forced himself to remain calm and let out a cold laugh.

His enormous ape eyes subconsciously glanced up at the increasingly solidified phantom in the sky, and he silently made a judgment:
"Half an hour... I can hold on for at most another half an hour, and Tang San will definitely arrive!"

The goddess of beauty, Tang Wutong, also felt a chill in her heart. She forced herself to remain calm and spoke in a cold voice, attempting to buy time with words:
"Lu Jun! Do you know that your actions right now are making an enemy of the entire God Realm! You are courting destruction..."

However, she stopped abruptly before she could finish speaking.

Because Lu Jun had no intention of wasting words with her.

Beneath his feet, the eighth spirit ring, symbolizing a deeper level of the laws of ice and radiating an aura that would make even the gods tremble, slowly rose from his feet.

The light of that spirit ring wasn't dazzling, but it made all the god-level beings present, including Tang Wutong, Titan, and A Yin, feel a chill originating from the depths of their souls.

"Damn it! That madman! He's going to..."

Titan's pupils contracted sharply, and he cursed inwardly.

The next moment, Lu Jun held the Ice Abyss Sword, which seemed to embody the extreme cold of the universe, horizontally in front of him.

His gaze remained calm, yet it contained an absolute majesty that held the power of life and death.

The clear, cold, and vast voice, like the chilling wind sweeping across an icy plain, penetrated clearly into the deepest recesses of the soul of every living being:

"Ultimate ice entropy, the master of birth and death."

"Of all things, ice reigns supreme amidst adversity."

"Eighth Soul Skill - The Creation and Annihilation of All Things!"

As he chanted the incantation, the Ice Abyss Sword suddenly emitted a stream of extremely cold light, interwoven with dark blue and silver.

That was not just simple cold air, but a terrifying power containing the law of entropy.

The terrifying sword aura transformed into countless extremely fine, ice-blue molecular light spots, like a silent tide of death, surging towards all targets in the core area of ​​the entire valley at a speed beyond comprehension.

Wherever the light passed, raindrops were instantly frozen into ice beads, gales were solidified into ice sculptures, and even the trajectories of free-floating energy particles in the air were forcibly interfered with and frozen.

The moment they touched each other, everyone was affected—the surviving disciples, the injured Second Elder, Titan, Ah Yin, the goddess Tang Wutong who was casting a spell, and even Chen Xinjie, whose aura was unstable in the center of the magic circle…

Everyone was enveloped by those icy blue molecular light spots, and their bodies were quickly covered with a semi-transparent cocoon of ice crystals that shimmered with countless tiny runes.

All things are born and perish! (End of Chapter)