On the battlefield of Jialing Pass, billowing smoke, like a thick curtain, obscured the sky and sun, dragging the heavens and earth into endless chaos and gloom.
Bibi Dong, clad in the divine armor of the Rakshasa God, hovered high in the air like a demon god from the abyss of darkness.
Every inch of her mysterious and majestic black divine armor exuded a chilling aura, as if countless vengeful spirits were wailing and struggling within it.
Black light swirled around her, like the most eerie stars in the night sky, flashing with an omen of death.
Her cold and merciless eyes, like two bottomless pools of ice, indifferently surveyed the ant-like allied soldiers below.
There was no pity in her eyes, only disregard for life and a thirst for slaughter.
"Die!"
Her icy voice seemed to come from the deepest hell, carrying endless chill.
Before the words were even finished, she suddenly swung her arm, and a thick, inky black light instantly condensed in her palm.
A chilling, eerie wail echoed from within the light, sending shivers down their spines.
The light, like a black bolt of lightning, hurtled towards the allied forces with devastating force.
"Ah! Help!" the allied soldiers cried out in terror.
"Hold on! Don't panic!" a general roared hoarsely.
However, all their efforts were in vain. Where the light passed, the air was instantly torn apart, emitting a sharp, explosive sound.
A deep trench was ploughed into the ground, soil and stones flying everywhere.
The allied soldiers felt a sudden darkness before their eyes; before they could react, they were instantly swallowed by this terrifying power.
Their bodies turned into a bloody mist in an instant, dissipating into the air without leaving a trace.
Countless vibrant lives were annihilated in this single blow, as if they had never existed.
She raised her hand again, and a black flame erupted from her fingertips, burning fiercely like the fires of hell.
The flames spread rapidly through the air, forming a massive fire cloud that engulfed the allied forces.
The flames instantly ignited the soldiers upon contact with their bodies.
The sizzling sound of burning flesh and the cracking sound of bones breaking intertwined into a horrific symphony of death.
The soldiers writhed and writhed in agony within the inferno, emitting heart-wrenching screams.
Their faces were contorted by flames, their eyes filled with despair and terror.
But this hellfire clung to them like a malignant tumor, and no matter how much they struggled, they could not escape their fate of being burned to ashes.
A powerful Allied Soul Master, witnessing the tragic fate of his comrades, his eyes turned bloodshot, and rage drove him to the brink of madness.
"I'll fight you to the death!"
He recklessly unleashed his strongest Soul Skill, his body radiating light, charging towards Bibi Dong like a burning meteor.
However, Bibi Dong merely flicked her finger, and a slender yet deadly black ray shot from her fingertip.
The ray pierced through the Soul Master's body instantly at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.
The Soul Master's momentum came to an abrupt halt, his eyes wide with disbelief and resentment.
His body hovered in the air for a moment, then plummeted straight down like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the ground and creating a large crater.
"Pathetic!"
Bibi Dong sneered contemptuously, her laughter echoing across the battlefield, filling the hearts of the allied soldiers with even greater despair.
At this moment, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, along with other Venerable Douluos, also joined the fray.
Chrysanthemum Douluo waved his hands, countless petals shooting out like sharp blades, splattering blood wherever they went.
"Haha, a bunch of weaklings!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo laughed arrogantly.
Ghost Douluo, on the other hand, moved like a ghost, weaving through the allied forces, each appearance accompanied by a scream.
"Die!" Ghost Douluo roared sinisterly.
Blood flowed like rivers on the battlefield, thick streams of blood flowing along the trenches.
Piles of corpses emitted a nauseating stench, broken weapons and flags lay scattered everywhere.
The morale of the allied soldiers completely collapsed; they abandoned their armor and weapons, fleeing in all directions.
Some were tripped by the corpses of their comrades, and before they could even get up, they were killed by the pursuing soldiers; others, in their panic, fell into traps and were impaled by sharp wooden stakes; still others collapsed to the ground, giving up resistance and awaiting death.
But Bibi Dong showed no sign of stopping. Her face showed no fatigue, only endless indifference and killing intent.
She continued to unleash her powerful and terrifying divine skills, turning this battlefield into a true hellish scene, as if she intended to utterly destroy everything in the world.
(End of Chapter)
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