Douluo Continent: Starting from Leading Ferocious Beasts to Transform into Demons

Chapter 102 To Survive

The dark claws flew rapidly toward the human-like Zi Ji before her, while Zi Ji continuously controlled the Yin Corrosion Water to block these attacks. The two canceled each other out, and the human and the demon remained locked in this stalemate.

Even Zhu Zhuqing's usually cold face couldn't help but show worry. Although she had great confidence in her husband, Ning Rongrong and Oscar, who were left outside, faced great risks. No one knew what other tricks these soul beasts that had undergone such changes would pull out.

Zi Ji's recovery ability is not as strong as Xiong Jun's. Moreover, compared to Xiong Jun, who often fights with his bare hands, she uses energy to fight back more often. Maintaining this stalemate is also taking a toll on her.

After swallowing the pill, Zi Ji's aura, which had been somewhat weakened, rose again.

Zhu Zhuqing looked surprised, seemingly not expecting that soul beasts would have something similar to food-type creations. She then took out Oscar's sausage and started eating it.

Unlike other arrogant gods, Zhu Zhuqing has always been very cautious, a result of her childhood experiences. Therefore, before setting off, she asked Oscar for a batch of sausages.

Although Oscar was surprised by Zhu Zhuqing's actions, he just smiled and said to her, "A mere soul beast might not even need my sausages." In the end, he still made a batch of sausages for Zhu Zhuqing with great care.

Zhu Zhuqing looked at her husband's golden hair shining brightly in the sunlight, so spirited, so proud and strong, and she gave up the idea of ​​giving the sausage to her husband.

Having not fought for so many years, as a war god, he must be eagerly awaiting a new battle.

Since he and I will be together forever, it doesn't seem to matter whether I give him these sausages or not.

However, things didn't go as these gods had predicted. The group of soul beasts didn't collapse at the first blow, but were able to fight them on equal terms.

They were even forced to separate, and the situation was so urgent that they didn't even have time to hand him the sausages.

However... if we defeat that soul beast as soon as possible and get there, everything should be fine, right?

Despite her unease, Zhu Zhuqing's aura returned to its peak, unleashing a sharp and powerful presence. In all martial arts, speed is the only way to break through defenses.

The Netherworld Cat had always focused on speed in order to compensate for the Netherworld White Tiger's speed disadvantage after performing the Martial Soul Fusion Skill. This unspoken rule also led to Zhu Zhuqing being favored by the God of Speed, rather than the God of the Netherworld.

However, Zhu Zhuqing never complained. After all, all that the little girl who had fled had wanted was to survive the struggle for the throne. Now, being able to become a once ethereal god was already a stroke of luck. As for what kind of god she was, it didn't matter anymore.

For so many years, all she had ever wanted was to survive. Fortunately, she found her husband and her partner, and they helped her stay alive.

Now, her pursuit is still to survive, but after so many years of hard work and cultivation, she has finally gained great power.

She had also felt guilty thinking that her companions were in danger, and that she, having become stronger, had saved everyone. Immediately, a wave of guilt overwhelmed her; she was not strong enough.

Without the aid of faith, she soon encountered the constraints brought about by her divine status. No matter how hard she tried, she could not break through that invisible barrier. A first-level god seemed within reach, yet also seemed a world away.

Zhu Zhuqing's gaze toward Zi Ji gradually turned cold, her dark eyes flashing with boundless darkness.

But the little girl who was always being led by others to survive also wanted to lead others to survive.

"Ultra-Instant Netherworld Strike!"

In an instant, countless figures of Zhu Zhuqing appeared around Zi Ji, and upon closer inspection, they were all real.

A sense of unease crept into her heart. Zi Ji prepared herself, affixing the golden talisman she had obtained from the demon spirit to her body, and tightly enveloping herself in Yin-corrosion water. She refused to believe that Zhu Zhuqing would dare to attack directly.

However, things did not go as Zi Ji had expected. Zhu Zhuqing suddenly appeared and attacked, wielding a divine weapon.

The Swift Moon continuously sliced ​​through the Yin-Eroding Water, and the Netherworld Qi permeated everything. In the blink of an eye, Zi Ji even felt as if Zhu Zhuqing had shredded everything.

Before she could reinforce her defenses, the golden light that had been able to easily withstand the phoenix flames was sliced ​​through as easily as if it were thin paper. Zi Ji and Zhu Zhuqing stared at each other with indifferent eyes, and then Zhu Zhuqing's figure disappeared again.

Zi Ji looked down at her perfectly rounded body, which appeared to be without any damage. However, when she touched it lightly, a crack appeared in the armor that had seemed so sturdy, and purple blood was seeping out from it.

Zhu Zhuqing had already reached a distance of several dozen meters from Zi Ji. This distance was only a moment in her eyes, but because she was worried about Zi Ji's counterattack, she did not dare to get closer to Zi Ji for the time being.

Not to mention that she also needed to calm the restless divine power within her body and repair the scars all over her body; breaking through the defenses of the Purple Princess was not without cost.

A smile appeared on Zi Ji's face as she gently wiped away the flowing blood with her delicate white fingers, creating a stark contrast on her hands.

Randomly placing her fingers between her purple lips and sucking on them, feeling the power draining from her body, Zi Ji became increasingly excited, to the point that her body trembled slightly.

"Seriously, that almost killed me!"

Zi Ji turned to look at Zhu Zhuqing, and her excited gaze stirred Zhu Zhuqing slightly, prompting her to attack Zi Ji again.

Without those obstructive defenses, Zhu Zhuqing easily reached Zi Ji's side and inflicted wound after wound on her body.

Zhu Zhuqing dared not continue to suppress it. Zi Ji's strange intuition was still fresh in her memory. Even if she had been the one to hold her and self-destruct before dying, she would not have felt good.

Blood spurted continuously from the wound, and in the blink of an eye, a pool of purple blood appeared beneath Zi Ji. At this moment, Zi Ji seemed to be powerless to fight back.

As Zi Ji's aura waned, Zhu Zhuqing felt increasingly uneasy. She could clearly sense that the source of her unease lay with Zi Ji, but the soul beast's final counterattack before its death still made her very wary.

She wanted to live on; she wanted to live on with her husband.

As Zi Ji felt the pain from her wounds, her delicate brows furrowed slightly, making her look like a purple rose withered in the wind and rain, a sight to behold.

Zhu Zhuqing stopped.

She stopped attacking Murasaki and stood quietly on the mountain, watching Murasaki bleed continuously on the ground.

"What a pity, I thought you could really kill me."

Zi Ji looked up at the small dot on the mountaintop, but under the blinding sunlight, the dot was completely dark.

Zhu Zhuqing was somewhat confused as to why the other party would do this. Even if a soul beast had a strong ability to produce blood, consuming this blood in a short period of time would severely damage its vitality.

She knew, however, that she would not do what the other party wanted her to do.

"Little kitty, I'm going to bet my life with you!"

Zi Ji gently wiped the blood from her face and gave Zhu Zhuqing a charming smile.

(End of this chapter)