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

Chapter 945 Annihilating the Kingdom of the Undead in One Move
Follow your words!
The earth trembled, and the seemingly solid gray-black ground beneath Lu Jun's feet suddenly softened and churned.

Countless skeletal hands, some pale, some pitch black, and some wrapped in chains, stretched wildly out from the patterns of the necromancy array, like a forest of venomous snakes that would devour anyone, instantly grabbing at Lu Jun's ankles and calves, spreading upwards!

These bone hands are not only incredibly strong, but also possess a powerful ability to corrode the soul and assimilate through death.

The moment it came into contact with the azure ice crystal shield erected by the Ice Abyss Sword, it emitted a piercing "sizzling" sound, the shield's light dimmed rapidly, and even gray-black death marks began to appear on its surface.

Lu Jun's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he swept the Ice Abyss Sword horizontally.

Swish-!
The azure sword energy exploded in a ring, severing all the bone hands within a ten-foot radius. The icy sword energy froze them into ice shards, which fell down in a flurry.

However, black energy surged at the break, and a new bone hand regenerated at an even faster rate, becoming thicker and stronger, with dark red cursed flames swirling around its fingertips.

At the same time, the sea of ​​the dead stirred.

The lich's staff pointed at Lu Jun, and dozens of dark beams of light, including curses of aging, soul stripping, and death-finger, shot out.

The Death Knights launched a devastating charge, their iron hooves shattering the void, and dark death energy coalesced into a torrent that tore the heavens and earth apart.

The frost bone dragons in the sky opened their mouths in unison, spewing out the Netherfrost Dragon Breath, which contained extreme cold and the laws of death. Wherever it passed, even space itself was frozen and cracked with pale white.

The attacks came from all directions, up, down, left, and right, like a net that covered everything without leaving any blind spots!

Countless translucent vengeful spirits shrieked and leaped out from the cracks in the ground and the depths of the mist. Ignoring physical defenses, they rushed directly at Lu Jun's divine body, attempting to burrow into his seven orifices, devour his soul, and corrupt his divine status.

"Lu Jun, feel this utterly hopeless gap!"

Huo Yuhao's voice was icy.

"This is a difference in status, a difference in accumulation, an insurmountable chasm that you cannot cross no matter how hard you struggle!"

He raised his left hand, and the Asura Eye shone brightly with golden light. A beam of spiritual annihilation, refined to the extreme, ignored spatial distance and struck first, piercing straight into the core of Lu Jun's sea of ​​consciousness.

With a downward press of his necromancer staff, the ground beneath Lu Jun's feet suddenly collapsed, forming a swirling, bottomless vortex of the dead. A terrifying suction force emanated from it, threatening to drag him into the abyss of eternal damnation!
Internal and external attacks, suppressed by the divine kingdom!
Lu Jun's sea of ​​consciousness trembled violently, and his mental defense barrier let out a mournful cry of being overwhelmed. Huo Yuhao's mental attack, under his home turf, became extremely powerful.

The wailing of the vengeful spirits was like countless steel needles piercing the soul, almost bringing the flow of divine power to a standstill.

The ice crystal shield on his body was cracked all over, and the eerie blue light flickered uncertainly, like a candle in the wind.

The scent of death has never been so intense, so close.

Huo Yuhao hovered atop the bone tower, looking down at Lu Jun, who appeared so insignificant amidst the horde of undead. The absolute rationality of the Heart of Annihilation led him to deliver his final verdict:

"Give up futile resistance."

"Hand over the Ice Abyss Sword."

His voice paused, and for the first time, it carried a hint of coldness, not entirely generated by the secret technique, but almost a questioning tone:
"If you can't even defeat me, who is playing on home soil and has played all my cards..."

"And what makes you think you can lead Douluo Star to fight against the Crimson Domain that devours all worlds?"

"And what will you use to face the soon-to-be-complete divine realm?"

"How could you possibly... defeat Tang San and his group, those true God-Kings who stand at the pinnacle of all realms?!"

The final question, like a thunderclap, resounded throughout the realm of the dead, causing countless souls to echo and roar in response!
At the same time, the necromantic power that covered Lu Jun's body suddenly boiled, turning into countless black, viscous chains covered with painful faces, which wrapped around and tightened around him.

The wails of billions of dead souls resounded deep within his soul, determined to drag him into the eternal realm of death!
The light of the Ice Abyss Sword has been suppressed to only a faint, eerie blue around the blade.

Desperate situation.

It's a truly hopeless situation with no chance of survival.

Lu Jun's figure, bound by dark chains, moved slightly.

He took a slow breath.

Then, he raised his head and looked at Huo Yuhao at the top of the tower. His voice was calm, yet it clearly pierced through the howls of the dead, resounding in every corner of this world of death:
"Through the Looking Glass."

A faint ripple of doubt finally appeared in Huo Yuhao's cold and indifferent eyes.

The next moment, Lu Jun's body, along with the dimly lit Ice Abyss Sword in his hand, suddenly changed.

No longer flesh and blood and divine iron.

Instead, it transformed into a gigantic, flawless, and crystal-clear ice mirror!

The mirror's surface was as smooth as the calmest lake, its stillness reflecting everything around it clearly. The frost dragon's breath swooping down from the sky, the undead chains surging across the ground, the lich's dark curse beams, the destructive torrent of the death knight's charge, Huo Yuhao's cold, overlooking figure, and Lu Jun's own reflection in the mirror, bound by countless layers of death.

Strangely, the mirror was not passively reflected.

The attacks, upon touching the mirror, did not explode or penetrate it. Instead, they were as if sucked into the mirror world, and then, without the slightest deviation, reflected from inside the mirror outwards into the real space of the undead plane.

All the damage, all the restraints, all the curses that Lu Jun had endured... were returned to him without any loss by this ice mirror at this moment, and even after being tempered and amplified by some kind of extreme icy law!

Huo Yuhao's pupils suddenly contracted.

Isn't this just an enhanced version of his Thorn Aura?

No, they are completely different. The Thorn Aura provides a regular feedback of damage, while this Mirror Flower Water Moon... reflects, absorbs, transforms, and finally reflects the attack itself!

It's more like an area of ​​absolute defense and counterattack!

He instantly understood why Lu Jun had chosen to be conservative under the halo of thorns.

It wasn't out of fear of being harmed, but rather an accumulation of energy, a waiting period, an opportunity to adjust oneself to perfectly reflect the deathly aura of this undead plane.

"Even if you can reflect..." Huo Yuhao's icy voice carried a chilling killing intent, "In this plane, my power is inexhaustible!"

"I can recover instantly even from the backlash! But how many more reflexes can you withstand?"

He was about to unleash the very essence of the undead plane, launching an even more ferocious and reckless crushing attack.

However, the moment his thought arose...

Lu Jun in the mirror parted his lips slightly and uttered four words.

No sound was emitted.

But throughout the entire plane of the dead, all the flowing power of death, all the burning will-o'-the-wisps, all the howling vengeful spirits, all the charging undead...

Even the divine power surging within Huo Yuhao's body, and the golden light flowing through the Asura Eyes...

All of this happens in this instant.

Completely frozen.

Lu Jun's true form suddenly erupted with an indescribable azure radiance. The light was not dazzling, but it carried a conceptual power that seemed to freeze existence, sweeping across all directions.

Wherever the light reached, the gray mist solidified into blue ice crystal clouds.

The bone tower and the necromantic array were covered by a thick, eternal ice shell.

The charging death knight turned into an ice sculpture, maintaining its charging posture.

The bone dragon that was breathing was frozen in the instant it exhaled.

The countless beams of cursed light froze into a distorted ice rainbow.

The chains of the dead that bound Lu Jun snapped inch by inch, turning into ice shards that scattered in the air...

Huo Yuhao felt that his mind was still working, but his divine body, divine power, divine consciousness, and even the connection with the plane of the dead were as if he had fallen into the bottom of an ancient ice cave, forcibly imprisoned by a supreme law of ice that was superior to his understanding!

He could only watch helplessly as the enormous ice mirror gradually melted in the azure light, revealing Lu Jun's snow-white figure once more.

Lu Jun held the Ice Abyss Sword, its tip pointing diagonally at the frozen undead plane below, and also at Huo Yuhao, who was temporarily frozen.

His gaze was like an ancient, unyielding, frigid river; his voice was calm, yet it proclaimed the final judgment.

"moment……"

"eternal."

The four characters were finalized.

The entire plane of the dead emitted a groan of unbearable burden, as if it came from the very foundation of the world.

Absolute coldness began to erode the foundation of this land of death from the level of laws.

(End of this chapter)