452 Chapter 452: The Fall
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In the midst of the wind and snow, an intense battle unfolded, filled with suspense and danger.
Snowflakes fell, creating a hazy scene where a furious lion, a pitch-black giant wolf, a twisting ghostvine resembling a giant python, and a nimble swordsman clashed.
Alone, Zeng Yi fought against three Spirit Douluo experts who had unleashed their Martial Spirit True Body, exerting their full strength.
At first, he managed to hold his ground, but as time passed and his spirit power depleted, he began to fall behind.
After all, trying to face three Spirit Douluo-level experts simultaneously proved too demanding.
"What a waste! Let me lend you a hand." the Blood Dragon Douluo commented impatiently as he observed the three Douluo struggling to defeat a mere Spirit King like Zeng Yi.
With a burst of energy, invisible strength radiated out from the Blood Dragon Douluo, causing the surrounding snow to surge in all directions.
Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Purple, Black, Black, Black, Black, Black!
Nine spirit rings emerged one by one from beneath the feet of the Blood Dragon Douluo, emitting terrifying spirit power of a Titled Douluo level. Like a storm, it instantly engulfed the entire area.
[Domain: Blood Spirit Purgatory!]
As the Blood Dragon Douluo uttered these words, an invisible power rapidly spread out from beneath his feet.
Suddenly, the snow on the ground turned into white mist and melted away. The domain continued to expand relentlessly.
In an instant, Zeng Yi and the other three Spirit Douluo fell under the envelopment of this domain.
Crack! Bang!
At that moment, Zeng Yi felt his own domain being irresistibly invaded and shattered.
"Ah-ah-ah—"
As his domain collapsed, Zeng Yi was immediately backlashed by the excessive use of power. He felt as if his body was on the verge of collapse, like a cracked porcelain that could shatter with a touch.
Intense pain stimulated Zeng Yi's nerves, causing him to scream uncontrollably.
Coupled with the suppression from the Blood Dragon Douluo's spirit power, Zeng Yi, who had his domain forcibly broken, had no capacity to resist at all.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
The Blood Dragon Douluo took a step forward, slowly approaching Zeng Yi, and involuntarily began clapping.
"Truly splendid! You truly deserve to be the man that the Supreme God has set his eyes upon. Even as a Spirit King, you can unleash such tremendous power. It's truly astonishing!" he exclaimed.
Cough, cough.
Zeng Yi coughed up blood, his barely functioning legs supporting his deteriorating body and preventing him from falling.
"Heh, cough, you've won. You've gone so far as to have three Spirit Douluo intervene just to deal with me. Why should I hold back anymore?" Zeng Yi struggled to lift his head, his gaze piercingly cold as he stared at the Blood Dragon Douluo before him.
"No, no, no. You won't need to surrender your life here, because soon, you will belong to our Holy Ghost Church." the Blood Dragon Douluo shook his head and laughed heartily.
Upon hearing this, bloodstains formed at the corners of Zeng Yi's mouth as he coldly chuckled, "Join your church to save my own life? Sorry, I don't have any intention of doing so."
"Hehe, you don't have a choice. Because soon, you won't be yourself anymore!"
At this declaration, Zeng Yi's pupils suddenly contracted.
"What do you plan to do to me?"
However, before Zeng Yi could finish his question, several vine tendrils shot out from the ground to bind his limbs.
"What conspiracy are you plotting?" Zeng Yi roared, bloodshot eyes filled with anger, struggling to break free from the restraints. But in his current state, he lacked the strength to resist.
I won't be myself?
What does that mean?
A strong sense of unease welled up within him.
In response to Zeng Yi's inquiry, the Blood Dragon Douluo laughed without saying a word, only to produce a droplet of blood.
Seeing this blood droplet, Zeng Yi's eyes narrowed.
Previously, just by gazing at it, he had almost lost himself. For Zeng Yi, it was undoubtedly an extremely dangerous object.
Using his spirit power, the Blood Dragon Douluo suspended the blood droplet in the air above Zeng Yi.
"What do you plan to do with that?"
"Do you know? This ritual is specifically prepared for you! Hahaha!" the Blood Dragon Douluo said while tossing his head back and laughing.
As he spoke, the blood droplet began to emit a crimson and sinister glow, resembling a miniature sun.
It consumed the resentment and vitality of tens of thousands of beings, containing immense negative energy. It was an ultimate evil object.
Suddenly, the blood droplet devoured the life essence of living creatures, the powerful grudges, and the overwhelming negative energy, recklessly using up Zeng Yi's body.
Indescribable energy surged into his body, a feeling that almost caused Zeng Yi's spirit to collapse.
Even the blood droplet that Zeng Yi had previously obtained flew out from his storage bracelet and fused with the droplet above, pouring the stored malevolent energy into Zeng Yi's body.
"Ah-ah-ah—"
At that moment, Zeng Yi seemed to relive the most painful memories imaginable.
Fear, terror, helplessness, despair!
His beliefs and spirit, upheld until now, were shattered and fragmented.
His body plummeted into the depths of hopelessness.
He even forgot who he was!
Lost in himself, with his spirit contaminated, he descended into darkness.
His emotions turned restless, then furious. The bloodlust emerged from the depths of his heart.
Kill! Kill! Kill them all!
Invade! Destroy! Annihilate!
Those words echoed incessantly in his mind.
His spirit power began to soar rapidly, from Rank 55 to 56, 57, 58...
Soon, Zeng Yi's spirit power broke through the Rank 60 barrier as it continued to rise.
The horrifying energy caused his body to visibly swell.
68, 69, 70, 71...
In just a few breaths, Zeng Yi's internal spirit power surpassed the Rank 70 threshold, a speed even faster than a plane ride.
However, the skyrocketing of his spirit power did not stop there.
"Ahahaha!"
And at this moment, Zeng Yi's cries of agony and despair transformed into maniacal laughter.
At this moment, he seemed like a lunatic!
From the storm of black and red energy, a pair of crimson eyes swayed, resembling the eyes of demons from hell—terrifying, filled with evil, uncontrollable energy that permeated the entire space.
"Ahahaha—"
The torn clothes revealed his muscular physique, now covered by black, eerie magic patterns. The hair tie that held up his hair shattered, and his unruly hair fluttered high within this powerful force field.
The hollow pupils were stained blood-red, with even the whites turning crimson.
In his madness, he roared and laughed, allowing this evil and terrifying power to invade and ravage, as if tearing everything apart.
75, 76, 77...
Until 78, Zeng Yi's spirit power finally stopped its growth, finally coming to a halt.
Within those hellish blood-red eyes, two streams of bloody tears overflowed from the corners.
