The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

The finger moved very little.

It's like the final convulsions of a dying person during their last moments of lucidity.

But Xiao Ruoye saw it clearly.

That's not a convulsion.

That's a signal.

It was a signal pointing to the altar, to the silver-haired girl, and to the beam of destructive light that was bursting forth.

Xiao Ruoye's pupils shrank to a single point.

Her mind was buzzing, filled with Jiang Chen's fragmented words before he lost consciousness—"The key is with me."

That madman.

Even when they're about to turn to ashes, they're still thinking about fighting back.

"Wakaba! Get out of the way!!"

Behind them came Shen Suxin's heart-wrenching cries.

The pillar of holy light, as thick as a bucket, was already upon them. Before it even touched their bodies, the remaining intact skin on Xiao Ruoye's face began to crack and peel, like an orange that had been thrown into a desiccant.

hide?

Where can we hide?

The aperture is still expanding; behind it is a dead end, and ahead is a dead end.

Xiao Ruoye looked down at the man in her arms.

Jiang Chen had his eyes closed, his face as black as charcoal, with only a small patch of skin on his chest showing a faint, dark red glow that was frighteningly hot.

"If you're looking for death, I'll gamble with you this time."

Xiao Ruoye bit down on her loose molar, her mouth filled with a metallic taste.

She did not back down, nor did she dodge.

Instead, he loosened the metal aura shield protecting him.

That's courting death.

But the instant the energy shield dissipated, Xiao Ruoye poured all the remaining internal energy in her body into her arms without reservation.

That was the explosive power she gained by overdrawing her dantian's potential.

"go!!"

Xiao Ruoye let out a wild roar.

She gripped Jiang Chen's belt and shoulders tightly with both hands, and with the power of her waist and abdomen, she actually threw this man weighing over 100 pounds like a sandbag, slamming him hard into the holy light pillar that could erase all matter.

"No!!"

Shen Suxin collapsed to the ground, her eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

Junyao was so frightened that she covered her mouth, and the bell on her fingertip made a piercing, crisp sound.

In their eyes, Xiao Ruoye had gone mad.

That was a holy light capable of instantly vaporizing the energy of Geng metal.

What's the difference between throwing the critically injured and dying Jiang Chen in there and throwing him into the crematorium?

"call--"

Jiang Chen's body traced a broken arc in the air.

Before he had even fully entered the center of the pillar of light, his already tattered black combat suit turned to ashes in an instant.

Next comes the epidermis.

The skin that was already charred and cracked was instantly peeled off and pulverized the moment it came into contact with the white light.

The bright red muscle texture underneath was revealed.

"It's over..."

Shen Suxin closed her eyes in despair.

Just then.

"hold head high--!!"

A deep, muffled roar suddenly erupted within the underground palace.

The sound didn't seem to come from anyone's throat; it was more like thunder squeezed out from the depths of the earth, from the blood, from the deepest part of the soul.

Shen Suxin suddenly opened her eyes.

Suddenly, the skin on Jiang Chen's chest exploded, even though he was in the center of the holy light.

There was no blood.

Only light.

A dark golden light.

A ferocious and domineering dark golden dragon-shaped pattern spread wildly from his chest to his entire body, finally condensing into a blurry yet majestic phantom behind him.

"Sizzle sizzle—"

That was the sound of water being splashed into a hot oil pan, amplified countless times.

The originally indestructible, all-purifying milky-white holy light, upon touching this dark golden light, seemed to have hit an invisible wall, and was forced to stop and distort.

A dark golden spherical domain, three meters in diameter, forcefully pushed open the pillar of destructive light.

Jiang Chen was suspended in the center of this spherical field.

He still had his eyes closed, his limbs hanging down, like a dead man.

However, the aura emanating from him was domineering, arrogant, and self-centered, which forced the holy light representing "absolute purity" around him to retreat step by step.

"Boom!"

Two completely opposite forces collided wildly in mid-air.

A battle between light and darkness.

The entire Ten Thousand Poison Cave was shaking violently.

Above their heads, countless stalactites could not withstand the energy fluctuations and broke off and fell, turning into powder before they even hit the ground.

On the altar.

The silver-haired girl, who had always been expressionless and seemed like nothing more than a killing machine, made a move for the first time.

Nalanjia tilted his head slightly.

A glint flashed in her eyes, which were otherwise filled with only white light.

It seemed like confusion.

It's also like... fear.

The nine black iron chains binding her were taut and made a sickening metallic clanging sound. The crimson runes engraved on them were so red they looked like they were about to drip blood.

She could sense it.

The man she considered "filthy" and wanted to erase possessed an aura that made the dark power within her tremble.

That was a real dragon.

It is the head of all spirits, the absolute overlord who will tear a hole in the sky even when in hell.

"Dirty..."

Nalanjia's lips moved, and he uttered a single word.

She didn't lower her raised hand; instead, the pillar of light in her palm shone even brighter.

She is putting in extra effort.

She wanted to completely crush this "outcast".

"Snap!"

A crack appeared on the dark golden light shield surrounding Jiang Chen.

After all, he was seriously injured, and it was an unconscious counterattack.

Faced with this almost miraculous holy light, even the remnant soul of the true dragon was finding it difficult to withstand.

Xiao Ruoye lay on the ground, her fingernails digging into the cracks in the stone, staring intently at the sky.

"Hold on..."

Her throat was full of blood and froth.

Just as the light shield was about to shatter.

Jiang Chen's body suddenly fell.

It wasn't shot down.

Instead, it used the reaction force of the holy light impact to crash straight into the altar like a dark golden meteor.

"Bang!"

A loud bang.

The surface of the white jade altar was pierced by countless spiderweb-like cracks.

Smoke and dust rose everywhere.

The pillar of holy light lost its target and crashed into the open ground, carving a deep, bottomless trench in the ground before slowly dissipating.

The underground palace fell into a deathly silence once again.

Only the sound of pebbles hitting the ground echoed.

Xiao Ruoye tried to stand up, but her legs had lost all feeling. She could only support herself with her elbows and desperately stretch her neck to look ahead.

The smoke and dust cleared.

Jiang Chen lay in the center of the altar.

He was completely naked, his skin covered with dark golden dragon scale patterns, which were slowly breathing and pulsating, radiating scorching heat.

He didn't die.

But he landed too close.

It was so close it made my scalp tingle.

He lay down at the feet of the silver-haired girl.

Nalanjia remained in the same raised hand position, her beautiful yet empty face facing the man at her feet.

She seemed to have no idea that this guy, whom she regarded as dust, could actually break through her holy light domain and enter her absolute forbidden zone.

The air freezes.

Shen Suxin covered her mouth, forgetting even to breathe.

If that girl were to blow another breath or move a finger, Jiang Chen would be dead without a doubt.

"Splash..."

The chains rattled softly.

Nalanjia slowly lowered his hand.

She lowered her head.

Those eyes, devoid of pupils, stared intently at Jiang Chen.

To be precise.

It was its gaze fixed on Jiang Chen's right hand, which was hanging limply on the ground.

As Jiang Chen's chest rose and fell, his right hand unconsciously slid forward.

The tip of his index finger rested precisely on the girl's bare toes.

Icy cold and scalding hot.

Holy and defiled.

At that moment, they collided without any obstruction.