Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Young Gilas, Sandstorm King!

Seeing the teacher's impatient expression, Lin Xia's smile deepened, but a mischievous glint flashed in her eyes.

"Teacher, if you want to see it, of course there's no problem. But..."

Lin Xia deliberately dragged out the tone, her voice carrying a hint of solemnity.

"You'd better be prepared."

"Preparation? What preparation?"

Lou Gao was taken aback for a moment, then waved his hand boldly, causing the golden flames of Nirvana around him to sway.

"I'm a candidate for the Phoenix Godhood now, what storms haven't I weathered? Even if a hundred-thousand-year-old soul beast stood in front of me, I'd... uh..."

His words came to an abrupt end the next moment.

Because Lin Xia didn't say anything more, but her heart was moved.

Om-! ! !
It wasn't the spirit rings that shone, but rather a deeper, more primal pulse, as if from the very core of the earth, that suddenly awakened within Lin Xia's body!
An indescribable, heavy, wild, and primordial pressure, carrying the dual aura of destruction and creation, erupted from Lin Xia's center like the eyes of a sleeping ancient beast opening!

Rumble, rumble—! ! !
The earth groaned in pain!
It is no longer a localized vibration caused by towering buildings or mecha collisions.

This time, the entire edge of the Norton volcanic cluster, covering several miles in radius, was as if it were being pressed and kneaded by an invisible, all-encompassing giant hand!
The ground undulated, churned, and cracked violently, like boiling mud!
Countless massive rocks were squeezed, lifted, and shattered by an invisible force!
Smoke and dust billowed into the sky like a sandstorm!

Those high up in the eye of the storm experience the most direct and terrifying sensations!
His body, tempered by the Phoenix Divine Fire and capable of shaking mountains, felt a heavy sluggishness under the pressure of this force, which was purely derived from "mass" and "the authority of the earth"!

The rocks beneath our feet were no longer a support, but rather seemed to have transformed into a quicksand vortex that was about to devour everything!

His crimson-gold pupils, burning with divine fire, suddenly contracted to their maximum size!

Immediately afterwards, a massive shadow, so large it blotted out the sky, rapidly solidified and expanded behind Lin Xia!

That was no longer the relatively rounded carapace shape of Shakiras.

It was a ferocious, majestic fortress, seemingly forged from the deepest, most turbulent lava and the hardest adamant metal in the earth!
Bangilas!

It appears!

His height is a staggering 100 meters!
It resembles a crimson mountain rising abruptly from the ground!
Just standing there, it gives people a terrifying illusion that the sky is collapsing and the space is being squeezed by its huge body!
Its entire body was covered in incredibly thick armor that shimmered with a dark metallic luster. This armor wasn't worn, but rather it was an extension of its body, like a sacred armor it was born with!

The armor has a deep, oppressive yet violent dark red color, like solidified volcanic magma, and its surface is covered with rough, ferocious, and naturally formed war patterns.

Its head was huge and ferocious, covered with layers of huge plates, forming a hideous outline like the skull of an evil dragon.

Each of its upper and lower jaws has a pair of sharp fangs like giant scythes, gleaming with a chilling light.

From the back of its head, neck, and the back of its broad, ridge-like shoulders, grow several black spikes of varying sizes, all so sharp they seem capable of piercing the sky!

Each spike is tens of meters long, like a death spear pointing to the sky, exuding a sharp aura that can tear everything apart. Its tail is incredibly thick, almost as long as its body, and is also covered with heavy armor. At the end of the tail is a ring of smaller, but equally deadly, black spikes, like barbs attached to a battering ram, foreshadowing its destructive power to sweep away thousands of troops.

What is most striking is the holes in its armor.

On either side of its broad, plaza-like chest, at the center of its spine, and at the knees of its two pillar-like thighs, there are two deep, perfectly triangular holes.

These holes are pitch black inside, with no bottom in sight, as if they connect to the boundless dark void, or like the deepest mine, constantly emitting a suction force that devours light and unsettling, faint energy fluctuations.

In the center of its abdomen and on the lower part of its back, there are two huge diamond-shaped gaps, revealing a darker, denser carapace underneath, as if it had been polished like obsidian. It is as if this inner carapace is the core of its true power.

Bangilas simply stood there, without roaring or moving.

Its huge eyes, hidden in the shadow of its heavy helmet, "stared" at the tiny buildings in front of it.

An absolute pressure, originating from the top of the food chain and ruling over the earth and rocks, mixed with savagery, violence, and a sense of heaviness as solid as a mountain, washed over the entire space wave after wave like a tangible tsunami!

Where is this the same adorable little guy who used to need Lin Xia to hold him and cherish him in her hands?
This is clearly a Sandstorm King, a figure that has emerged from ancient mythology, symbolizing the wrath of the earth and absolute power!
However, the shock brought by Bangila goes far beyond its suffocatingly terrifying appearance and oppressive aura.

The very moment it arrived!

Whoosh—whoosh whoosh—! ! !
The color of heaven and earth changes!

Centered on the hundred-meter-tall body of Tyranitar, an invisible and violent force of law instantly swept out!

The hot, dry air, thick with the smell of sulfur, at the edge of the Norton Volcanoes was completely expelled and rewritten in a fraction of a second!
Yellow sand filled the sky, appearing out of nowhere!

It wasn't surface dust blown up by the wind, but rather endless grains of sand that seemed to have condensed directly from another dimension, from the depths of the earth, or even from nothingness! Each grain of sand contained a faint earth elemental power, giving it a heavy, dark yellow hue.

In just one breath!
A terrifying sandstorm, covering every corner of the field of vision, descended like an apocalyptic disaster!

The wind howled, whipping up countless waves of sand!
The sky was completely obscured by a thick curtain of sand. The gray-yellow sandstorm was like millions of frenzied locusts, frantically tearing and rubbing everything in the space!
Visibility instantly dropped to less than ten meters!
The scorching volcanic heat was completely drowned out, leaving only dry, rough, and suffocating sandstorms filling your mouth and nose!

Even the light became dim and distorted, as if the whole world had been dragged into a yellow sand hell!

It's as if its very existence is the source of the sandstorm!
"This...this...this..."

Lou Gao was completely speechless.

He stood closest to Bangilas, experiencing the most direct visual impact and dramatic environmental change.

That hundred-meter-tall, ferocious behemoth like a moving mountain, that raging sandstorm that covered the sky and the earth... all of this far exceeded the limits of his imagination!

His crimson-gold eyes reflected the mountain-like figure of Tyranitar. His fiery gaze was filled with extreme shock, bewilderment, and a hint of... a complete daze of having his understanding of the world turned upside down.

Is this still the same little Young Gilas who used to lie on his forging table, curiously poking at the red-hot iron block with his paws?
Is he still the same Shakiras who encased himself in a hard shell and jumped around like a restless bomb?
The figure before me, radiating primordial ferocity and capable of altering the world with a single breath… the Desert Tyrant… Bangiras… (End of Chapter)