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

Chapter 943 The Scourge Legion vs. the Ice Golem Legion

The second, even more violent and concentrated soul blast followed almost immediately after the peak of the first explosion.

The old wave hasn't even subsided before the new wave arrives.

The perfect superposition of the two soul explosions does not result in a simple addition of power, but rather a crazy, geometric increase in strength.

"Click——!!"

The last divine power shield around Lu Junzhou shattered completely. He was struck as if by lightning, and flew backward, his face turning deathly pale, a trickle of icy blue blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

however--

"puff--!"

Almost at the same moment Lu Jun was sent flying backward, Huo Yuhao, who was unleashing a divine skill in the distance, suddenly knelt on one knee and spat out a mouthful of scalding golden-red divine blood.

Not only his mouth, but also his eyes, ears, and nostrils were oozing blood.

Backlash!

A devastating backlash from the level of the soul!
Huo Yuhao suddenly looked up, his Asura Eyes filled with unbelievable horror, staring intently at Lu Jun, who was slowly regaining his footing in the distance.

"How is that possible... Your mental strength is clearly weaker than mine!"

His voice was hoarse from the injury to his internal organs, but it was more of a deep, bone-chilling vibration.

He used his ultimate soul-attacking technique, combined with the terrifying stacking of the Mermaid Duet, but was actually forcefully countered by the opponent, causing even more severe damage to his own soul.

There is only one explanation—

In terms of the strength and level of the essence of the soul, Lu Jun is far superior to him!
Huo Yuhao has lived for ten thousand years, and his spiritual power is close to that of the Supreme God King. He boasts that he has reached the pinnacle of the soul level.

But this seemingly young opponent in front of me...

Its soul seemed to have undergone a baptism of time that was longer and more ancient than his own, becoming so solidified and condensed that it reached an inconceivable state.

How many tens of thousands of years has this monster lived?

Huo Yuhao leaned on his sword to support himself as he slowly stood up, wiping the blood from his face and gazing into the distance.

On the other side of the ruins, Lu Jun landed gracefully. Although his white clothes were damaged and his aura was slightly weak, his eyes remained clear and cold. The Ice Abyss Sword at his waist exuded even more chill than before.

Clearly, the dual soul blasts had caused him harm, but they were far from achieving the effect Huo Yuhao had expected.

Because of Huo Yuhao's all-out soul attack...

It failed to truly shake the very foundation of Lu Jun's soul!

The battlefield fell into an eerie silence.

Only the howling wind sweeping through the ruins and the invisible yet chilling killing intent that could tear space apart between the two confronting figures silently spread.

The last trace of emotion in Huo Yuhao's eyes vanished like a candle in the wind.

The Heart of the Dead!

The moment the secret technique took effect, he seemed to transform into a cold sculpture, his eyes devoid of any emotion, displaying only absolute rationality and indifference.

Mental manipulation was ineffective, and emotional interference was nonexistent; at this moment, he was acting solely for the optimal solution.

A shimmering light flowed in his hand as the necromancer's staff, wreathed in a grey aura of death and adorned with a dark gem at its tip, replaced the King's Sword.

The necromancer's divine throne behind him shone brightly, its hazy glow carrying a sacred yet decaying aura that spread outwards.

He lightly tapped the air with his staff.

One after another, enormous, mottled gates of the dead, flowing with dark green Styx water, opened like wounds leading to the deepest hell, brazenly opening in the ruins around Lu Jun, in mid-air, and even in the interlayers of space.

From within the door came the sickening creaking of bones grinding together, the dragging of rotting flesh, and the shrieks of the dead. The next instant—

A sea of ​​skeletons surged forth from the gate to the ground, and the white, bone-like waves instantly engulfed vast swathes of ruins.

Will-o'-the-wisps flickered in the eye sockets of these skulls, their bones were as tough as divine iron, they wielded bone knives and swords, and their auras were clearly at the level of priests.

The swarm of zombies followed closely behind. They staggered but possessed immense strength. Plague clouds swirled around their rotting bodies, and each step left dark green footprints that corroded the ground. The most powerful among them possessed an aura that rivaled that of a third-level god.

Riding skeletal warhorses and clad in tattered black armor, the Death Knights charged forward in a horde. Their hooves shattered the void, and the aura of death condensed into sharp spear points. The leader, with his imposing presence, had already reached the level of a second-tier god.

The sky was shrouded in shadow.

The Stonewing Demon flapped its rock-like wings, like dark clouds pressing down overhead; the Frost Bone Dragon stretched out its massive skeleton, its breath already chilling to the bone; and there were also illusory and powerful lich figures hovering in the sky, their staffs waving, the aura of necromancy weaving into a net of destruction.

This is no longer a legion.

This is a natural disaster.

It is the undead god kingdom that Huo Yuhao collected, refined, and ruled over over ten thousand years!

Its strength ranges from the lowest-ranking priests to the most common third- or second-level gods, and its quantity is... boundless!
The onlookers all paled in shock.

They finally understood why this person could single-handedly contend with the Crimson Domain, which devoured countless worlds.

This is the true essence of a necromancer.

Lu Jun stood alone at the heart of this natural disaster, his white robes fluttering in the raging winds of deathly energy.

He showed no fear on his face, but slowly raised the Ice Abyss Sword above his head.

The sword's blade, bathed in a deep blue light, flowed down like mercury, seeping into the ruins beneath its feet and spreading across the shattered sky.

"stand up!"

Immediately afterwards, a scene occurred that briefly halted even the calamity of the undead—

The earth crackled, not from breaking apart, but from growing.

One by one, figures formed entirely of crystal-clear, extremely cold ice broke through the earth.

They come in various forms, some humanoid, some beast-like, and some ancient beings whose names are indescribable. The only thing they have in common is that they all exude a chilling aura that originates from the Ice Abyss Sword and penetrates to the very depths of the soul.

In the sky, specks of ice crystals gathered, transforming into warriors with ice wings on their backs, giant beasts riding the cold wind, and elemental life forms composed purely of the laws of ice.

Ice Puppet Army!
All beings that perished under the Ice Abyss Sword had their existence imprints devoured and transformed by the sword, becoming members of this eternally icy kingdom.

The ice golems charging at the forefront possessed an exceptionally powerful aura and had the clearest forms.

Those were Tang Hao, the Haotian Douluo who once shook the continent, A Yin, the Blue Silver Emperor, and the Titan of Power... Their eyes were empty, yet they burned with ghostly blue icy flames, and the ice blades in their hands pointed directly at the dead.

In terms of quality, the top-tier ice golems might be slightly inferior to the strongest individuals in Huo Yuhao's undead army, but in terms of quantity, the ice creations that constantly surged from every inch of land and every wisp of cold air actually formed a force to be reckoned with against the sea of ​​undead.

Huo Yuhao was not surprised at all; his eyes were cold and indifferent, as if everything was within his calculations.

His necromancer staff paused slightly, and a golden light flashed from the Asura's Eye—

Indiscriminate mental interference field!

It wasn't a targeted, powerful attack, but rather a dense, dust-like mental ripple that covered the entire area, like invisible tentacles, attempting to penetrate and disrupt the command link between Lu Jun and the ice puppet army, preventing him from controlling this massive ice army with ease.

Lu Jun frowned slightly and immediately devoted half of his mind to stabilizing his consciousness and resisting the omnipresent mental intrusion.

Sure enough, the movements of the ice golem legion showed a slight, almost imperceptible sluggishness and confusion.

(End of this chapter)