allendalepharm Chapter 3405 Let's Change the Color of This Netherworld Hell
Chapter 3405 Let's Change the Color of This Netherworld Hell
However, they had no choice but to listen to the right general.
Countless ghost soldiers responded in unison, spreading out in all directions with murderous intent.
Yang Susu and the others were currently in the center of the encirclement!
"We've been discovered."
Yang Rui said in a low voice, already holding a long sword that gleamed coldly in his hand.
Although he was physically weak, his eyes were unusually sharp at this moment, ready to fight to the death at any time.
"Don't panic." Yang Susu pressed his hand down, her eyes fixed on the right general.
"He hasn't found our exact location yet; he's just bluffing."
The general on the right stood on high ground, his gaze sweeping over every inch of land with a sinister look.
As Di Yuan's confidant, he was certainly not a fool.
The black aura that erupted just now was too strange; it was clearly man-made.
Moreover, a faint trace of divine power fluctuation remained in the air. Although it was well concealed, it still could not escape his perception.
"A cowardly rat hiding its head and tail." The right general sneered, and suddenly a black mirror appeared in his hand.
"Since you refuse to come out, then I will expose your true colors."
“That’s the ‘Mirror of Divine Revelation’!” the old priest exclaimed.
"It can see through all falsehoods and concealment! My benefactor, hurry!"
Yang Susu's face darkened.
I never expected that the Right General would possess such a treasure.
The Right General poured his divine power into the mirror, and a pale white beam of light shot out instantly, sweeping across the mine.
Wherever the beam of light passed, nothing invisible could hide.
"Zizzi-"
The beam of light swept across a rock, and a rat hiding behind it instantly revealed its true form, only to be burned to ashes by the beam.
The beam of light was about to sweep over where everyone was hiding.
"Xiao Lan, get ready to make your move." Yang Susu gathered divine power in her hands, preparing to forcefully break through the encirclement.
Just then, an unexpected change occurred.
The little girl who had been huddled up next to the old priest suddenly stood up.
Her small body was trembling, but her eyes were unusually firm.
She suddenly rushed out and ran in the opposite direction, shouting as she ran, "Bad people, you bunch of bad people, I'm not afraid of you!"
"Ok?"
The right general's gaze was instantly drawn to it, and the mirror in his hand turned accordingly, the beam of light falling on the little girl.
"So you're just a brat who doesn't know his own limitations." The right general sneered disdainfully. "Since you want to die, then so be it."
He casually pointed, and a black gust of wind shot out instantly, heading straight for the little girl's back.
"do not want!"
The old priest let out a desperate scream and tried to rush over, but was tripped up by his broken leg again.
It looked like the finger of wind was about to pierce through the little girl's body.
This scene is so similar to the one in Xiaolong's memory a thousand years ago!
Back then, his mother also died tragically in front of him in order to draw away the enemy.
"Roar--"
This time, no force could suppress the dragon's explosive power.
The ring on Yang Rui's hand was hot and a tiny crack had appeared.
A gigantic dragon phantom, hundreds of feet long, appeared out of thin air above the mine!
The dragon was engulfed in raging flames, its eyes were blood-red, and it let out a roar that shook the heavens and the earth!
"Who dares to harm my people?!"
Ignoring the damage to his soul, Xiaolong directly manifested his true form, whipping his massive dragon tail fiercely at the finger gust of wind.
"boom!"
The wind vanished instantly.
But Xiaolong did not stop. He opened his blood-red maw and a burst of scorching dragon breath shot out, heading straight for the right general!
"what?!"
The right general was greatly alarmed.
He never expected that such a powerful adult Zhulong was hidden here!
No slave mark!
This candle dragon doesn't even have a slave mark!
Moreover, judging from its aura, it is actually an ancient pure-blooded Zhulong!
"Stop him!"
The right general roared, and the guards around him rushed forward.
But how terrifying is the enraged Zhulong?
Even if it's just a spirit, it's something these ordinary ghosts can't withstand.
"Boom boom boom!"
Wherever the dragon's breath passed, dozens of ghost soldiers instantly turned to ashes.
The entire mine was thrown into chaos instantly!
"That's...that's our Zhulong?!"
"Are they our ancestors?"
"Could it be that our ancestors have come to save us?"
Those previously numb and desperate Candle Dragons were moved to tears upon seeing the giant dragon in the sky.
At this moment, the blood in their veins was ignited. Even with the slave marks on their foreheads suppressing them, and even with only crude iron pickaxes in their hands, they all stood up and let out a deafening roar.
"kill!!!"
The flames of resistance spread like wildfire in an instant!
Yang Susu sighed helplessly as she watched this scene, but then a wild and arrogant smile appeared on her lips.
"Since we can't hide it anymore, then... let's have a good, bloody fight!"
With a wave of her hand, the disguised rocky aura vanished instantly.
Her moon-white flowing dress shone brightly in the darkness, and her exquisite face was like that of a goddess descending from the heavens.
Holding a long sword, she stepped into the void and walked step by step toward the right general.
"You scum from the Ghost Realm, your grandma's here to collect your debts!"
Little Yellow and Little Blue also came into view.
Countless vines grew wildly like tentacles, whipping away the surrounding ghost soldiers;
Little Blue transforms into a rain of swords, reaping the lives of her enemies.
Although Yang Rui's face was pale, his hand holding the long sword remained as steady as Mount Tai.
He stood beside the old priest and the little girl, and with a single swing of his sword, the sword energy soared like a rainbow, cleaving the ghost that tried to ambush him in two.
"Today, let this netherworld change its colors!"
"Cough cough cough..."
The war is about to start.
The entire underground mine instantly turned into a meat grinder.
Although Xiaolong's soul was powerful, he was still severely injured, and every attack consumed his original soul power.
"Beast!"
After the initial panic, the right general quickly discerned the truth.
He sneered, and a long, black spear appeared in his hand.
"Since you're here, stay and become my spirit!"
With a flash, the right general transformed into a black lightning bolt and headed straight for the small dragon in the air.
The spear thrust out, accompanied by a mournful howl, as if ten thousand ghosts were wailing, disturbing the mind.
"Roar!"
Not to be outdone, the little dragon stretched out its claws and clashed fiercely with the spear.
"boom!"
A terrifying energy wave spread out, causing the surrounding rock walls to crumble and fall.
The little dragon's massive body trembled slightly.
Clearly, this attack caused him considerable losses.
"You beast, prepare to die!"
The right general, having gained the upper hand, pressed his advantage relentlessly, his spear thrusting like a dragon, each move ruthless, aimed directly at Old Candle Dragon's vitals.
Meanwhile, the battle below also intensified.
Countless ghost soldiers surged forward like a tide, attempting to overwhelm Yang Susu and the others.
"court death."
Yang Susu snorted coldly and lightly swung her long sword.
"Ten Thousand Swords Return to Their Origin!"
In an instant, countless sharp sword energies erupted from her center.
Each sword strike precisely pierced the throat of a ghost soldier.
Puff puff puff!
Blood splattered, and severed limbs flew everywhere.