The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

Tanlang's fingers dug into the cracks in the floor tiles, his nails peeling off, his hand covered in blood.

He wanted to climb, to get away from that monster.

But his body wouldn't obey him; only a grinding sound came from his throat, like a hen being strangled.

Jiang Chen didn't move.

The hand, still dripping black blood, remained suspended in mid-air.

He did not crush the wolf's head.

He didn't even glance at the ant lying on the ground.

Jiang Chen slowly turned his head, his gaze returning to the center of the altar.

There remained a large expanse of holy light that had dissipated after Narancia's baptism was interrupted.

That's energy capable of burning a half-step Grandmaster to ashes.

At this moment, they are like ownerless fireflies, drifting aimlessly in the air.

"receive."

Jiang Chen's lips parted slightly.

The pitch-black right hand suddenly opened, its five fingers forming a claw, and fiercely grabbed at the void.

An air explosion.

The airflow around the altar collapsed instantly, forming a visible vortex.

The white-gold light spots that were originally dissipating suddenly converged on Jiang Chen's palm like iron filings attracted by a magnet.

Narancia lay sprawled among the rubble, his body, which had been writhing in pain from the backlash, suddenly relaxed.

She raised her head, a hint of confusion flashing in her white eyes.

The burning sensation inside my body, which felt like it was about to burst my internal organs, is disappearing.

It's like a flood that has been building up for twenty years finally finding a outlet.

Following that invisible suction force, it continuously flowed into Jiang Chen's body.

"Is he...eating?"

Nalanjia tilted his head and spoke very softly.

This doesn't look like robbery.

It was more like helping her share the weight that was about to crush her.

The vortex in Jiang Chen's palm grew larger and larger.

That domineering holy light source, following the meridians in his arm, forcefully crashed into his body.

"Ugh—!!"

Jiang Chen raised his head and let out a low growl.

The sound contained the cracking sound of bones dislocating.

His half of his body, as black as ink, began to crack.

It resembled a piece of porcelain being heated red-hot in a raging fire, its black outer shell cracking open inch by inch.

"Click, click."

Large chunks of charred, blackened dead skin peeled off and fell to the ground, shattering into powder.

And beneath that peeling dead skin.

Newborn skin is neither the red of flesh and blood, nor the white of a normal person.

Instead, it is a nearly transparent glass-like color.

What flowed beneath the skin was no longer blood, but liquefied platinum light.

The fifth level of the "Formless Technique" is Holy Light Glazed Glass.

A deafening roar echoed in Jiang Chen's mind.

The black runes that had been lodged in his chest, locking away his life force, had now met their natural enemy.

Five thick, black chain phantoms appeared behind Jiang Chen without warning.

Those are the five shackles that are the embodiment of the Immortal-Slaying Curse.

The first four links have broken, leaving only broken links.

The fifth blade was now digging tightly into Jiang Chen's spine, with two ancient seal characters engraved on it—【Holy Light】.

"Break it...!"

Jiang Chen's eyes widened.

The left eye is dark gold, and the right eye is glass.

Two completely different forces collided wildly within his body, eventually converging into a torrent that seemed to tear a hole in the sky, crashing violently into the fifth shackle.

"when--!!"

A resounding boom echoed through the underground palace.

Greedy Wolf covered his ears and screamed in agony. His eardrums were ruptured by the sound, and two streams of blood flowed down between his fingers.

Xiao Ruoye lay behind the stone pillar, enduring the excruciating pain from her broken bones, staring intently at Jiang Chen's back.

She saw it.

A crack appeared on the black shackles engraved with "Holy Light".

Followed by.

The second and third courses.

Cracks spread rapidly like a spider web, covering the entire chain.

Jiang Chen's bones were glowing.

That was a true transformation.

The broken ribs were instantly reconnected under the holy light, and the shattered meridians were forcibly reshaped by the dragon energy.

That kind of pain is a hundred times more intense than being slowly sliced ​​to death.

But Jiang Chen didn't even frown.

He just stared intently at the shackles that were about to crumble, a ferocious smile twisting his lips.

"This thing can't hold me."

The words fell.

Jiang Chen suddenly took a step forward.

The white jade altar beneath their feet collapsed with a deafening roar, sending shards of stone flying everywhere.

This kick felt like it was striking the very pulse of heaven and earth.

"collapse!!"

With a crisp sound that sent shivers down your spine.

The black chain wrapped around his spine exploded.

There was no smoke or dust, no debris.

The shackles, which symbolized an inevitable death curse, shattered into golden dust that showered down on Jiang Chen.

The dust seeped into his skin and seeped into his pores.

The nauseating black aura emanating from Jiang Chen completely dissipated.

Instead, there is a pure and righteous spirit.

His half-grotesque, demonic face quickly calmed down.

The long hair, which had been scorched to gray by the holy light, turned back to its inky black color at this moment and flew wildly behind her head.

The wound has healed.

Whether it was the chest pierced by a dagger or the arm corroded so deeply that the bone was visible.

New flesh is growing, scabs are forming, and the scabs are falling off at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It all happened in just three seconds.

Jiang Chen stood in the center of the ruins.

His bare upper body had smooth, sculpted muscle lines, and his skin had a cool, jade-like sheen, showing no signs of injury whatsoever.

Only the center of the chest.

The dark gold dragon tattoo became even clearer, its eyes wide open, as if it were about to burst out of the body at any moment.

Greedy Wolf lay on the ground, watching this scene, biting his lips until they were raw.

He's not stupid.

He knew what that meant.

Jiang Chen, whom the Dragon Guard judged to be critically injured and on the verge of death, with only half a life left.

came back.

And it's stronger and more terrifying than before.

"A monster..."

Tanlang used both hands and feet to desperately rub backward, his crotch feeling warm.

He wanted to escape.

Even if it means crawling into a snake pit filled with poisonous miasma, as long as I can get away from this god of death.

Jiang Chen slowly lowered his head.

He raised his hand and looked at his hands, which were as white and white as jade.

That feeling of power made him clench his fist.

The air was squeezed between his fingers and palms, making a crisp popping sound.

The fifth shackle shattered.

Holy Light Body, formed.

Jiang Chen took a deep breath.

The putrid miasma that had lingered for millennia seemed to recede like snow meeting the blazing sun as he inhaled it.

He turned around.

Those eyes, now clear again, calmly looked at the greedy wolf trying to squeeze into the crevice of the rock.

There was no murderous intent.

There is only a condescending indifference.

It's like an elephant looking at an ant at its feet.

"Can you escape?"

Jiang Chen's voice was very soft.

But he took a step forward.

This step has been taken.

"Buzz—"

A pure white halo emanated from him and spread outwards with a roar.

Wherever the halo passed, whether it was dark, damp moss or extremely venomous snakes, insects, and rodents, they instantly turned into nothingness.

Even the gloom that had accumulated in this underground palace over countless years was shattered by this stomp.

Greedy Wolf froze.

The halo swept over his body.

He felt as if he had been stripped naked and thrown into an ice cave, his very soul trembling.

Behind Jiang Chen.

The previously somewhat illusory dark golden dragon shadow now solidified completely.

The giant dragon hovered above the altar, its massive head lowered, its majestic eyes fixed on the Greedy Wolf.

"I'm asking you a question."

Jiang Chen walked behind Tanlang and put one hand in his pocket.

"Where are you running off to?"