NABC 1049. Self-Destruct Impact
1049. Self-Destruct Impact
In the end, Lingyuan's flesh and soul, everything about him, burned completely at this moment, transforming into a pure energy surge that swept outwards.
boom--
A deafening roar, like the end of the world, resounded!
At this moment, the Spirit Realm was once again struck by a devastating attack. All the Dou Sheng powerhouses in the air were forced into a state of extreme disarray by this blow, frantically trying to maintain their defenses while continuing to rush outwards, attempting to avoid the impact on the core area as much as possible.
In fact, if we're talking purely about the destructive power of the explosion, this wave of impact is not as powerful as the combined ice and fire attack of the three powerful figures from before.
However, the timing this time was extremely crucial, chosen when everyone was at their weakest. Once you participate in a major battle, no matter how much you conceal your strength or how abundant your internal fighting energy is, at this stage of the fight, you'll have at most one or two tenths of your fighting energy remaining.
Almost everyone was pushing themselves to their limits; it wasn't so much a battle as it was a test of willpower, a desperate attempt to avoid collapse. At this moment, Ling Yuan, a peak six-star expert, self-destructed, plunging every powerful figure present into a life-or-death crisis. Moreover, with Ling Yuan's self-destruction, most of the remaining Spirit Clan Battle Saints were also prepared to die, and several followed suit. This made the impact even more intense and dangerous.
Ling Yuan's two most hated and targeted individuals—Soul Mang of the Soul Clan and Xiao Yan of the Alliance—are the ones who will be most vulnerable to the impact at close range.
In fact, the moment Xiao Yan was intercepted by the Dou Qi energy triggered by the great formation, he knew he had no chance of escape. Faced with Ling Yuan, whose strength far surpassed his own and who was determined to kill him, even someone as powerful as Xiao Yan was helpless.
He could only use all his protective measures. He activated the Ancient Insect Emperor's Robe, fully transformed into the Void Ancient Dragon Clan, and summoned the Void Devouring Flame to intercept him.
This was the strongest protection Xiao Yan could provide. He absolutely could not sit idly by and wait to die; he was using all his strength to fight for a chance to live.
At the same time, Qing Lin, who had been trying her best to retreat to the outer perimeter, noticed Xiao Yan's predicament immediately. Qing Lin's Dou Qi, after repeated depletion, was completely depleted, with less than a tenth of her power remaining. But she couldn't possibly stand by and watch Xiao Yan get hurt, so without hesitation, she went directly to his side and gently embraced him from behind.
"Azure Scales? Let's run!"
"Young Master, don't worry..." Qing Lin's tone was quite gentle, her eyes full of pity for Xiao Yan, while a bright green light shone from them.
As Qinglin finished speaking, two enormous figures, blotting out the sky, appeared beside them without warning. Their dark scale armor, huge, bright snake eyes, and bone-chilling cold aura all clearly identified them.
The powerful member of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan, Yao Su, Yao Ming!
The timing of their appearance was perfect; the destructive impact of the self-destruction had already struck, yet they arrived just before it happened. Yao Su was on the outside, while Yao Ming was on the inside, his over a hundred-foot-tall body transforming into flesh and blood to completely envelop Xiao Yan and Qing Lin.
The next moment, the impact truly arrived!
A deafening roar, powerful enough to shatter eardrums in an instant, reverberated in ever-growing circles, unleashing a full-blown impact that combined battle aura and soul power.
At first, Xiao Yan didn't feel anything; his only sensation was that everything in front of him was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything. Xiao Yan was completely enveloped, with the enormous body of the Nine Netherworld Python blocking everything in front of him.
Then came the pungent smell of blood, and a surge of energy, like a tidal wave, washed over me.
Because Xiao Yan had multiple layers of protection, these impacts couldn't bother him. What truly affected him was the warm breath on the back of his neck and the soft, fragrant body so close at hand. Xiao Yan's usually calm and collected heart was suddenly stirred by extremely inopportune moments.
Under the impact of Ling Yuan's self-destruction of the core circle of fighting spirit, no one could maintain their footing and all were rapidly retreating along with the destructive impact.
During this process, the people reacted in very different ways. Some were able to withstand the impact and, using the momentum, quickly retreat to a safer area.
Some people, however, lacked the strength to sustain their battle qi and were not fast enough to escape, so they could only watch helplessly as their defenses crumbled and their battle qi became ineffective...
The most tragic victims were actually the ordinary Spirit Race members. During the previous ice and fire attack, they still possessed usable power. With the protection of many powerful Spirit Race warriors, they managed to weather the storm without casualties, despite the perilous situation.
This time, however, luck was not on their side. Their battle energy was severely depleted, and with no Dou Sheng expert to take charge, they ultimately could not withstand the devastating impact.
The array's resistance failed, the light in the core area quickly dimmed, and nearly half of the battle qi hubs lost their effectiveness.
The protective array that originally guarded their clan was blasted open, creating a huge hole that continued to expand as the battle energy surged. Every member of the Spirit Clan who approached this area was instantly reduced to blood mist, dying from the impact.
The difference in their levels was too great; even if they sensed the threat, they had no time to escape. Their fate was almost identical to that of their beloved clan leader, Ling Yuan—both were instantly annihilated, their bodies and souls vanishing without a trace.
The scene was incredibly impactful, with Eldar falling wave after wave. But in a way, it wasn't cruel at all. These victims experienced virtually no torture or pain; they didn't even understand the reason for the attack.
This process did not last long. The star-like points of light that had been spread above their heads quickly lit up after the Spirit Clan's protective formation was broken, illuminating the gap.
A thin membrane perfectly patched up the gaping hole in the great formation. Facing the destructive impact of the self-destruction, this membrane, though seemingly on the verge of collapse, proved exceptionally resilient, successfully blocking the impact and controlling the death toll of ordinary members of the Spirit Clan.
The strongest person present, Yan Jin, reappeared. His self-destruction attack hadn't escaped his notice, but Yan Jin was ultimately a step ahead. The Mountain and River Trapping Dragon Formation was also under considerable pressure from this impact. Having successfully trapped the Spirit Realm for so long, Yan Jin absolutely couldn't allow a problem to occur at this final moment. Therefore, before making his move, he first reinforced the Mountain and River Trapping Dragon Formation's defenses, only then having the opportunity to provide support.
Although these were descendants of the Spirit Race, Yan Jin did not let them all die in the cataclysmic self-destruction.
"Xiao Yan, you absolutely cannot get hurt!"