Above the ruins, majestic righteous energy and sinister ghostly aura violently collided and squeezed against each other. The air let out an unbearable roar, and the space slightly warped, forming an invisible dividing line.
"Such a heinous crime of trampling on life and blaspheming souls... How utterly cruel!"
Jeanne's voice was no longer gentle. It carried a tremor of extreme suppression as she tightly gripped her Holy Banner, her knuckles white from the force.
The silent wails and despair of those ten thousand vengeful souls stabbed at her kind heart like the sharpest needles, causing her to tremble slightly with rage.
This inherently benevolent Holy Maiden, for the first time in her life, revealed such clear and icy killing intent.
Even when facing the void soldiers of the Anti-Matter Legion, who existed only for destruction, she merely upheld her duty to end them without hatred in her heart. Because they were remnants of destruction that shouldn't exist, beyond cure, but also beyond reproach.
But these Evil Soul Masters of the Holy Spirit Church were different.
They were living human beings who committed such atrocious acts against their own kind, using the blood and sorrow of innocents as steps to ascend to the pinnacle of power. This complete, actively chosen depravity and evil was a sin Jeanne absolutely could not tolerate and one that must be thoroughly purified.
In her eyes, these Evil Soul Masters of the Holy Spirit Church were more wicked and unforgivable than those mindless machines of destruction.
"In the name of my Lord, this profound sin shall be judged."
With no further hesitation, Jeanne, the Holy Maiden ignited by blazing fury, was the first to break the stalemate.
She suddenly raised the Holy Banner in her hand. A dazzling Holy Light instantly erupted, as if a second sun had risen in the dim world, dispelling all gloom. It surged with incomparable power of purification, crashing towards the Holy Spirit Church members.
The Holy Judgment had descended.
Jeanne's combat boots heavily crushed the scorched earth beneath her. Splintered stones and dust churned in the violent airflow around her, like a storm surrounding a saint.
The long spear wrapped in the Sacred Banner transformed into a golden meteor that tore through the dim world. Its tip condensed a brilliant divine light capable of purifying all evil. It pierced the void with speed that surpassed visual capture, aiming directly for Zhongli Wu's face.
Among all the Evil Soul Masters, the aura of the Holy Spirit Church Master was the most sinister and terrifying. The resentment and blood-sin wrapped around him were almost tangible, making him look like a constantly wailing vortex of souls. Naturally, he became Jeanne's primary target for purification.
"Not good!"
Zhongli Wu's expression suddenly changed. A sense of deadly crisis, originating from the deepest part of his soul, violently stabbed into his heart.
He clearly perceived that the long spear contained no ordinary soul power, but a higher-order power of absolute restraint against all darkness and filth—a divine, mighty force capable of burning away soul fire and purifying the very essence of evil.
He was naturally well aware of the terror of a Servant; facing one in person now, he deeply understood it.
In this moment of life and death, Zhongli Wu held nothing back. His surrounding soul power surged like a breaking flood.
Nine soul-stirring soul rings instantly rose from beneath his feet—Black, Black, Black, Black, Black, Black, Red, Red, Red.
Especially the final three ten-thousand-year soul rings, as bright and seductive as blood, immediately appeared. The terrifying pressure they brought solidified the air in this space, enough to cause ordinary Titled Douluo's soul power to stagnate and their minds to shatter.
"Roar—!"
A dragon roar shook the wilderness. The space in front of Zhongli Wu violently twisted and collapsed, and a terrifying, breathtakingly enormous being suddenly descended.
It was an dark-gold bone dragon, over a hundred meters long. Every one of its bones shimmered with a metallic, cold sheen. Its massive skeleton formed a chilling outline of death.
In its eye sockets, two clumps of pale-blue soul fire intensely burned, projecting a will of greed and destruction.
The bone wings suddenly spread open, casting a shadow like a curtain of death, instantly obscuring a large swath of the sky—this was the strongest beast soul Zhongli Wu controlled with his Death God Puppet Martial Soul, the Bone Dragon King, whose defense was comparable to an Ultimate Douluo.
"CLANG—!!!!!!"
Jeanne's banner-spear, imbued with supreme holy power, fiercely collided with the Bone Dragon King's dark-gold skull, which was as hard as divine iron.
The deafening clash of metal was like a clap of thunder, and a violent energy shockwave immediately radiated outward in rings.
Golden light and pale-blue soul fire furiously intertwined, eroded, and annihilated each other.
The Bone Dragon King's colossal, mountain-like body was actually jolted backward by the terrifying kinetic energy of the blow, staggering several steps. Right in the center of its supposedly unbreakable skull, a minute yet alarming crack appeared. The pale-blue soul fire within it violently swayed and flickered as if swept by a gale, clearly suffering heavy damage.
"What horrifying power!"
A tidal wave of shock surged in Zhongli Wu's heart.
He could clearly feel that the force transmitted from the tip of the spear was not merely a physical impact. The pure Holy Energy was like boiling sacred water, frantically eroding and purifying the very essence of the Bone Dragon King's soul fire.
If this Bone Dragon King hadn't been the crystallization of his countless efforts and had an exceptionally deep foundation, it might have been directly pierced and completely purified in that very instant.
Failing to achieve a complete victory with the first strike, Jeanne's eyes slightly cooled. With a skillful flick of her wrist, the banner-spear instantly transformed into a sweep of a thousand armies.
The spear tip tore through the sky, leaving a brilliant and deadly golden crescent arc, ripping the atmosphere. With the momentum of splitting mountains and cutting seas, it ruthlessly slashed towards the Bone Dragon King's relatively slender neck bones.
With just a simple sweep, Jeanne's banner-spear left a deep, bone-visible gash on the Bone Dragon King's thick neck.
"Crack!"
A grating sound of shattering bone rang out. The simple sweep was incredibly sharp, and the holy light sliced a huge, bone-deep fissure into the Bone Dragon King's hard cervical bones.
The Holy Power, like the most voracious flame, clung firmly to the wound, fiercely burning and purifying along the bone seams, emitting a continuous "sizzling" sound and foul black smoke.
Constantly harmed by this inherently restraining Holy Power, the soul fire in the Bone Dragon King's eye sockets visibly dimmed. Even the motion of its massive bone wings became incredibly sluggish and stiff, emitting sounds of unbearable friction.
Zhongli Wu's eyes twitched as he watched, his heart bleeding. This Bone Dragon King was the culmination of nearly half his life's work; every crack felt like it was carved into his own soul.
But he dared not recall it—once he lost this sturdiest barrier, Jeanne's terrifying banner-spear would, in the next second, purify him, soul and all, with unstoppable momentum.
He could only grit his teeth, his face ferocious, frantically driving the vast soul power within his body to pour into the Bone Dragon King like a breaking dam, trying to temporarily stabilize the continuously spreading collapse and suppress the parasitic holy energy.
"Church Master!"
The Evil Soul Masters of the Holy Spirit Church behind him were all aghast.
They never expected that the Church Master, as powerful as he was, would be completely suppressed in a single exchange, with his strongest Bone Dragon King beast soul teetering on the verge of shattering.
After the intense fear came a desperate frenzy. Several Evil Soul Master powerhouses of the Titled Douluo rank suppressed their apprehension toward the Servant and roared, releasing their most sinister and vicious soul skills, attempting a "Besieging Wei to Save Zhao" maneuver.
Heavenly Centipede Douluo opened his mouth and spewed out a sky full of ink-green poison mist. The mist was foul-smelling, and everywhere it passed, the space was corroded with sizzling sounds. The scorched earth instantly melted, bubbling with countless deadly gases.
Ten Thousand Souls Douluo had tens of thousands of distorted, pained resentful spirits appear behind him. They let out shrill wails that could tear the soul, converging into a grayish-black psychic torrent aimed directly at Jeanne's spiritual sea.
Abhorrence Douluo's body suddenly inflated as if pumped up, transforming into a several-meter-tall, terrifying flesh-mountain stitched together from rotten flesh. He charged towards Jeanne with ground-shaking steps and a reckless, headlong momentum...
"You won't succeed!"
How could the elders of Shrek Academy sit by and watch the Evil Soul Masters gang up on Jeanne? Almost at the very instant the enemy moved, they fiercely retaliated.
The Gluttonous Divine Ox horns on Xuan Zi's head erupted with thick, yellowish-brown light. His fists, carrying the immense force of splitting mountains and cracking earth, suddenly slammed out. The violent force of his punches was palpable, directly dispersing and evaporating the spreading ink-green poison mist.
Another elder, whose hair and beard were white and whose aura was as sharp as a sword, swayed his body, transforming into several afterimages. With a guided sword-finger, his surrounding soul power instantly turned into a sky full of brilliant, sharp sword shadows. They poured out like a tempestuous rain, intercepting and shredding the howling torrent of resentful spirits released by Ten Thousand Souls Douluo with precise accuracy in mid-air.
At the same time, Elder Song's figure silently appeared in the path of Abhorrence Douluo's charge.
The Phantylia of a Greenshadow Godly Hawk flashed behind her. Just a gentle flap of those massive blue wings slashed out countless incomparably sharp, space-cutting blue gales, which stood like a natural chasm before the gigantic flesh monster.
"Boom! Boom! Boom—!!!"
Soul skills of vastly different attributes but equally devastating power violently collided and exploded in the air above the ruins.
Dazzling and dangerous halos flashed madly. The exploding energy shockwaves spread out in rings like a tsunami, completely crushing the already shaky remnants of walls and buildings, shaking them into dust. The ground continuously emitted pained groans.
The destructive power of a Titled Douluo-level melee was equivalent to a natural disaster, capable of changing the terrain in an instant.
In the past, according to the unspoken rules of the Douluo Continent, Titled Douluo engaging in combat had to ascend to high altitudes to avoid affecting innocent life and cities.
But now, the entire city of Mingdu had already devolved into ruins, with countless casualties—a living hell.
The survivors huddled in various corners, clinging to life. The so-called rules and scruples were utterly pale in the face of this apocalyptic scene.
In this situation, who still cared about any rules?
Both sides now had only one thought: to defeat the opponent using the fastest and most effective means possible, no matter what it took.
In an instant, the elders of Shrek Academy and the Evil Soul Elders of the Holy Spirit Church were completely locked in a fierce, chaotic battle.
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