jdhmnovel Chapter 352 Netherfire 9 Nether Dragon (Page 12)
Chapter 352 Netherfire 9 Nether Dragon (Page 12)
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, appeared like a ghost at the edge of the battlefield, his black trench coat fluttering in the energy storm.
He leaned leisurely against a broken pillar, his eyes beneath the Candle Dragon mask watching the battle unfold with great interest.
Lin Qiye was struggling to deal with the lightning bolts that were the true form of Bell-Kland—the golden beetle.
The lightning bolts were so fast they almost exceeded the limits of what the naked eye could perceive, drawing countless golden trails in the void as they attacked Lin Qiye from all sorts of tricky angles.
Each impact tore a crack in Lin Qiye's dark domain.
Lin Qiye's condition is indeed not good.
His Sun Wukong mask was half broken, revealing his pale face underneath.
Blood still clung to the corner of his mouth, and his right arm, holding the knife, trembled slightly. But his golden eyes remained resolute; though the light of the [Mortal Divine Realm] had dimmed, it had never been extinguished.
"Tsk tsk tsk..." Zhang Yun, dressed in black, shook his head and deliberately exclaimed in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear.
"Seven Nights! You're finished, you're no good!" His tone was full of schadenfreude.
He even pulled out a bag of sunflower seeds from somewhere and leisurely started cracking them open: "Need any help? Just call me 'Brother Yun' and I'll help you~"
The golden lightning seemed to be enraged by this unexpected disruptor, and suddenly a sharp beam shot out straight at Zhang Yun in black!
"Snapped!"
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, didn't even look up and casually snapped his fingers.
The golden lightning bolt suddenly froze three feet away from him, and was then bounced away.
"What's the rush?" He casually dusted off his sleeves. "Can't you see I'm watching a show?"
Lin Qiye was so angry he almost vomited blood, but at this moment all his energy was focused on maintaining the divine realm, and he didn't even have the strength to curse.
He could only glare fiercely at Zhang Yun in black, his eyes clearly saying: You just wait!
Seeing this, Zhang Yun, dressed in black, laughed even more heartily and even crossed his legs.
Lin Qiye's eyes flashed with golden light, and veins bulged on his forehead.
He suddenly bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the black straight sword, which immediately emitted an eerie blood-red light.
"Drink——!"
With a roar, the miraculous power of the [Mortal Divine Realm] surged wildly into the straight blade.
The inscriptions on the blade lit up one by one, eventually merging into a dazzling band of light.
This is a desperate, all-or-nothing attack that puts all of one's mental energy into it!
"Guaranteed Hit - Death Strike!"
The moment the blade struck, time seemed to stand still.
The blade of light was both fast and slow; it was clearly visible, yet impossible to dodge.
Where the blade flashed, space was neatly sliced open with a pitch-black rift, within which countless stars could be vaguely seen vanishing.
The golden beetle frantically flapped its wings, trying to escape.
But he found his body uncontrollably heading towards the blade of light—this was not a physical attack, but a "miracle" that directly acted on the law of causality!
"squeak--!"
A mournful insect chirp echoed through the sky.
The blade struck the beetle precisely, cleaving it in two.
Even more terrifying, the wound could not heal, and golden insect blood gushed out, turning into specks of light in the air and dissipating.
Bell-Kland's main body convulsed violently, all six pairs of wings broke off, and the light in its compound eyes dimmed rapidly.
It struggled to launch another mental attack, only to find its consciousness being erased from its very core by some force...
"boom!"
With a soft thud, the golden beetle's corpse fell to the ground.
Lin Qiye knelt on one knee, large beads of sweat from his forehead falling to the ground and splashing up fine dust.
His chest heaved violently, each breath accompanied by a burning pain, as if his lungs had been branded with a hot iron.
The black straight sword slipped from his weak fingers and crashed onto the gravel with a clang. The golden light remaining on the blade slowly dissipated like the receding tide.
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, strolled over leisurely, his boots crushing a few pebbles as he whistled a flippant tune.
"Not bad~ Qi Ye, you actually managed to take him down." He crouched down, his eyes narrowed into slits beneath the Candle Dragon mask, mockingly scrutinizing the exhausted Lin Qi Ye. "But next time, remember to strike a pose after you've shown off. You're not very imposing like this~"
Lin Qiye struggled to lift his head, sweat dripping down his chin.
His face was pale, and with his last bit of strength, he rolled his eyes, unable to even utter a curse.
at this time--
"call......"
A gentle breeze suddenly swept across the entire city of Suzhou. The purple mist that had shrouded the city for days began to surge violently, as if stirred by an invisible hand.
The purple hue in the mist faded at a visible speed, changing from an eerie purplish-black to a pale purple, and finally turning into transparent mist.
Sunshine! The long-awaited sunshine pierced through the clouds and shone on this ravaged land.
Jialan was the first to rush to Lin Qiye's side. She had already taken off her Guanyin mask, revealing her pretty face full of worry.
She carefully supported Lin Qiye's swaying body, her soft palms resting on his back, channeling gentle energy into him.
"It's...it's over..." Lin Qiye said hoarsely, forcing a smile.
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, stood up, gazed at the city regaining its light, and sighed, a rare moment of seriousness in his expression:
"Yeah, it's over..." But the next second, she reverted to that smug tone, "But some people are probably going to be bedridden for ten days or half a month~"
Lin Qiye was so angry he wanted to roll his eyes again, but Jialan gently pressed his shoulder down:
"Ignore him," she said gently, a stark contrast to the fierceness she displayed during the battle.
...
On a high ground on the outskirts of Suzhou, Jiang Han stood by the edge of the [No-Rule Void], his knuckles white from the effort.
When he saw the purple mist that had enveloped the city suddenly begin to churn and dissipate, Jiang Han abruptly stood up.
She stared wide-eyed, her bloodshot eyes wide, at the scene before her in disbelief:
"Is Bell Crand...dead?"
Her voice was hoarse beyond recognition, but it couldn't hide her surprise and delight.
Jiang Han's fingers trembled as he pointed to the [Boundless Void], and the [Boundless Void] barrier enveloping Suzhou City began to crumble.
The translucent energy barrier, like shattered glass, peeled away piece by piece from the top, refracting a rainbow of colors in the sunlight.
"Click——"
As the last fragment of the barrier dissipated, the long-lost full view of the city finally reappeared before our eyes.
Jiang Han's legs went weak, and she knelt down on the ground, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face.
"It's over...it's really over..."
Jiang Han knelt amidst the ruins, her trembling hands gripping a blood-stained communicator.
Tears mingled with the blood on his face as they slid down, creating small, dark craters on the cracked ground.
Her choked voice seemed to be squeezed out from her broken chest. Her nerves, which had been tense for many days, finally relaxed at this moment, making her almost collapse to the ground.
But the next second, she bit her tongue hard, and the taste of rust spread in her mouth.
The pain jolted her from her delirium, and a resolute light rekindled in her bloodshot eyes.
"No..." She struggled to her feet, using the broken steel bars beside her, the shattered knee braces screeching as they scraped together. "I still have to go and meet them..."
at this time--
"rustle..."
The sound of rubble rolling down came from deep within the ruins.
Jiang Han's muscles tensed instantly, and he instinctively reached for the tactical dagger at his waist.
Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, seven figures slowly emerged.
They were wearing masks of the Journey to the West characters.
Most striking were the seven blood-red cloaks they wore, fluttering in the night wind.
Jiang Han's pupils suddenly contracted, and her right hand was already on the alarm.
Her hoarse voice was filled with wariness: "Who are you...?"
The masked man at the head of the group took a step forward, and the corners of his mouth under the Sun Wukong mask turned up slightly.
You can call us...
The seven people simultaneously raised their hands to their chests in a gesture of respect, their movements perfectly synchronized.
"Special Team 5."
Jiang Han's breath hitched.
As a senior member of the Night Watch 017 squad, her mind raced through all known special squad formations.
Cold sweat trickled down his back, soaking through his already torn combat uniform.
"The fifth... special squad?" she wondered to herself, her fingers unconsciously tracing the anti-slip texture on the hilt of her dagger. "Is there... such a squad in the Night's Watch files?"
Before Jiang Han could even ask, Zhang Yun, dressed in black, smiled slightly behind his Candle Dragon mask, the dark gold dragon-patterned mask shimmering with a mysterious glow in the moonlight.
A hint of amusement flashed in his eyes as he thought to himself, "Time to start showing off!"
As a special team, leaving the scene after completing a mission must be done with a certain air of sophistication—this is their unwritten rule.
While everyone was still pondering how to gracefully exit, Zhang Yun, dressed in black, confidently stepped forward.
After all, when it comes to the art of showing off, he's a master among masters.
A thought flashed through his mind, and he remembered the earth vein fire dragon that he had kept deep in the Netherworld.
That creature, which was once just an ordinary dragon, has been transformed through his careful nurturing—especially after incorporating that drop of precious Candle Dragon essence blood and being tempered in the special environment of the Netherworld.
At this moment, it has evolved into the legendary Netherworld Flame Nine Nether Dragon!
In the blink of an eye—
"Roar--!!!"
A deafening dragon roar suddenly erupted, causing the entire ruins to tremble in the sound waves.
The sky suddenly darkened, as if some enormous object had blocked the moonlight. When Jiang Han looked up in horror, the sight she saw made her forget to breathe.
A giant dragon, nearly a hundred feet long, coiled in the night sky. Dark blue ghost fire flowed across its black scales, and each scale was like a meticulously forged piece of black iron, with a cold metallic luster at its edges.
The two winding dragon horns on the dragon's head are as majestic as a crown, with deep purple lightning dancing at their tips.
What is most awe-inspiring are the pair of dragon wings on its back that blot out the sky—the left wing is burning with cyan ghost fire, and the right wing is wrapped in blood-red evil energy, each flap of which brings up ripples in space.
Five sharp dragon claws gleamed with a cold light beneath the dragon's belly, their tips wreathed in black spatial rifts.
Three bone spurs sprouted from the end of the long dragon tail, their tips dripping with venom that corroded the void.
What's most special is the golden dragon pattern around its neck, like a collar—a sacred mark bestowed by the essence of the Zhulong dragon.
Netherflame Nine Nether Dragon
"This...this is..." Jiang Han's legs went weak, and the dagger in her hand clattered to the ground.
The Netherworld Dragon slowly lowered its head, and the figures of the seven people were reflected in its lantern-like eyes.
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, chuckled and was the first to leap onto the dragon's head, his red cloak fluttering in the dragon's breath.
The other six followed closely behind, each standing in a different position on the dragon's neck.
"Until we meet again, Team 017." Lin Qiye's voice came from behind the mask, tinged with a hint of mockery.
The dragon let out a deafening roar, and its wings suddenly spread out—in an instant, all the glass in buildings within a kilometer radius shattered.