Dorm Duo Survival: What Did You Do to the School Beauty?

Before the embers of the giant, decaying corpse had been completely purified, the four fiendish monsters opposite were already on the verge of going berserk.

The four heads drooped down, the four evil seeds on its chest flickered with light, and the surging black and red evil energy around it almost solidified. Several of its innate evil spells were broken in succession, which not only consumed nearly 30% of its source energy, but also drove this flesh and blood demon that only knew how to kill into complete berserk rage.

It let out a roar that shook the barrier, and raised its eight thick arms at the same time, black energy surging at its fingertips as it formed a series of extremely complex hand seals.

Unlike the previous hand seals for condensing fire, summoning bones, and calling corpses, this hand seal carries a wild and fierce aura. With each change of the hand seal, the void trembles a little.

As the eight arms intertwined, the evil seed of the dragon race in the center of the demonic puppet's chest suddenly lit up, and a jet-black beam of light shot into the sky, tearing open a spatial rift several meters wide in mid-air.

Deep within the rift lay unfathomable darkness, from which a terrifying aura of decay, tyranny, and dragon's might slowly emanated.

Roar--

A deep, hoarse dragon roar emanated from the depths of the black hole, its sound waves rolling and sending shivers down one's spine.

Immediately afterwards, a huge dragon claw covered with jet-black scales emerged from the rift, gripping the edge of space and tearing the rift even wider. Then, the massive dragon body slowly emerged from the black hole.

It was a giant dragon with a completely black body, nearly thirty feet long. Its majestic body was covered with dense, rotten flesh and pustules.

Large patches of bluish-black scales fell off, revealing dark red, ulcerated muscle underneath. Pustules bulged and were filled with thick, putrid fluid, which dripped continuously as the dragon writhed.

The dragon's wings were tattered and riddled with holes, with rotten flesh hanging from the edges.

The dragon's head was even more ferocious and terrifying, with half of its horn broken off, ghostly green flames flickering in its eye sockets, and its gaping maw full of sharp fangs. The dripping saliva fell into the void, instantly corroding small pits.

This is not a true dragon, but a corrupted dragon born from the origin of the Jiaolong race, fused with countless rotting corpses, vengeful spirits, and fallen demonic energy.

It possesses both the physical strength of a dragon and the decaying power of evil, making it far more ferocious than any other evil creature before it.

The rotten dragon emerged completely from the black hole, its enormous wings slowly flapping, stirring up a stench-filled gale.

It lowered its head, its eerie green dragon eyes fixed on Lin Yuan, and let out a low roar, as if sizing up prey that had come to its door.

"After all that, it turns out to be just a rotten snake." Lin Yuan looked up, raised an eyebrow, and spoke with a hint of mockery.

He could sense the faint dragon bloodline in this corrupted dragon. Compared to a true ancient dragon, it was far inferior, but mixed with the power of decay, it was indeed quite troublesome.

Before he could finish speaking, the corrupt dragon suddenly opened its massive jaws.

call--

A ball of dark green, rotting fire spewed from the dragon's mouth. The flames were weak, but they carried a nauseating, foul stench.

Wherever the flames passed, the void sizzled and bubbled, as if even space itself was about to be rotted away by this corrosive force.

This flame is no ordinary evil fire, but a bone-corroding dragon flame that originates from the River of Corrupted Souls and is fueled by dragon power. It rots anything that touches it, burns anything that ignites it, and can even burn through spiritual energy.

Lin Yuan's gaze sharpened, and with a flick of his right hand, a blazing golden Yang Dragon Flame soared into the sky.

The purest and most yang dragon fire condensed in the air into a thick wall of fire, meeting the oncoming dark green corrosive fire.

boom!

The two flames collided violently, unleashing a muffled roar. The golden Yang Dragon Fire was extremely yang and naturally restrained all yin and evil fires, while the dark green Corrosive Bone Dragon Flame was superior in its eerie and domineering nature, possessing extremely strong corrosive power.

The two flames tore and annihilated each other wildly in mid-air, with a constant hissing sound, and a large amount of black and white mist rose up and spread in all directions.

The corrupted dragon continued to spew dragonfire, the flames growing stronger with each wave, the dark green flames surging like a tide, trying to overwhelm the golden wall of fire.

But Lin Yuan's True Yang Dragon Fire originates from the bloodline of an ancient dragon, and its purity is far beyond that of this corrupt dragon.

With a light tap of his fingertip, several fire dragons rose from the wall of fire, swirling and rushing towards the putrid flames. Wherever they passed, the dark green putrid flames gave way and melted away.

In just a few breaths, the scorching flames were completely devoured by the golden dragon fire, leaving not even a spark.

The golden fire dragon, undeterred, lunged at the head of the rotten dragon, startling it into turning its head sharply. The fire dragon grazed its horns, burning off several of its rotten whiskers.

Roar!

The corrupt dragon, having suffered a minor loss, became even more enraged.

It suddenly flapped its tattered dragon wings, creating a fierce wind. Countless translucent wind blades appeared out of thin air, densely packed, and shot towards Lin Yuan.

These wind blades are grayish-black, with a faint aura of decay lingering around their edges. Each one is incredibly sharp, capable of easily slicing through fine steel, and carries an evil power reminiscent of decaying bones and muscles.

In an instant, the sky was filled with sharp whistling sounds as hundreds and thousands of wind blades attacked from all directions, blocking all escape routes.

"A mere trick." Lin Yuan sneered, gripping the Demon-Slaying Sword in his right hand. With a flick of his wrist, the golden sword light surged instantly.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, his figure weaving and shifting among the wind blades, his divine sword dancing with impenetrable speed.

Ding ding ding—

The crisp sounds were dense and frequent, like raindrops, as golden sword light crisscrossed, forming an impenetrable sword curtain. Every wind blade that struck the sword curtain was instantly shattered by the sharp sword energy, turning into a sky full of dissipating air currents.

Lin Yuan's sword speed was extremely fast, leaving many afterimages. Although there was only one sword, it seemed as if hundreds of swords were dancing at the same time, blocking all the wind blades.

But there were simply too many wind blades, and they kept coming. The corrupted dragon kept flapping its wings, and the wind blades came wave after wave, without end.

Lin Yuan's figure was elusive, like a golden ghost, moving through the gaps in the wind blades. His divine sword was used to slash, thrust, parry, and block, each strike precise. Occasionally, a wind blade would slip past him, but it was blocked by the dragon aura protecting his body, without even scratching his skin.

A moment later, a cold glint flashed in Lin Yuan's eyes. Relying solely on defense was never his style.

He suddenly stepped into the void, his body rising abruptly as he charged straight up, facing the countless wind blades.

The divine sword in his hand shone brightly, and a golden sword aura tens of feet long was unleashed with a thunderous roar, like a golden lightning bolt, forcefully cleaving a path through the countless wind blades.

The sword energy continued its relentless advance, heading straight for the left flank of the corrupted dragon.

The corrupted dragon let out a roar of alarm and anger, and hurriedly folded its wings to block.

scoff!

The sword energy struck the dragon's wing squarely, instantly tearing open a huge gash.

Dark green dragon blood splattered out, splashing onto the void and corroding large holes.