Capítulo 49: A Técnica do Sacrifício

"Clang!"

"Roar, roar, roar!"

A gust of eerie wind swept through, and one by one, grotesque monsters materialized out of thin air, rushing frantically toward Bibi Dong. The scepter in Bibi Dong's hand pulsed with vast amounts of soul power, condensing into a series of attacks that instantly annihilated the surrounding ghosts and monsters into the void.

However, a new wave of monsters appeared almost immediately, as if they were infinite, and their auras grew increasingly formidable. At this moment, Bibi Dong sensed something and her expression turned obscure and unreadable.

She murmured softly to herself, "So it is an illusion-type soul skill. It is indeed quite bizarre and powerful. Had I not acquired the Eye of the Underworld God, I certainly would not have been able to break free from this illusion in such a short time."

"It is a pity, however, that such an illusion-type soul skill is truly like a facade to me now, utterly useless."

No sooner had the words left her lips than her beautiful eyes snapped shut. When she opened them again, a black vortex appeared in the depths of her gaze, suffused with endless dark power.

"Rumble!"

"Crack!"

Wherever her gaze fell, everything around her shattered into nothingness. This world of darkness cracked like a mirror.

"Hahaha!"

The middle-aged man, who had been full of triumph and preparing to continue his assault, felt his smile freeze on his face as he realized his eighth soul skill had been broken. He stood there as if his soul had been extinguished, muttering in disbelief, "This is irrational. Even Elder Purgatory would need a considerable amount of time to break my eighth soul skill."

The middle-aged man's eighth soul skill, Heart of the Ghost God, caused time to flow differently between the illusion and the real world; Bibi Dong had experienced a long time within the illusion. Yet, in the outside world, only a second or two had passed, which was why the middle-aged man was so shocked by Bibi Dong's methods.

"Your illusion has been shattered. It is time for this game to end."

As Bibi Dong finished speaking, the nine blood-red soul rings on her Underworld Goddess martial soul flashed in succession. The first hundred-thousand-year soul ring radiated a bewitching red glow, its terrifying pressure weighing down on the surroundings.

"Underworld Goddess martial soul, first soul skill: Spear of the Underworld God."

Bibi Dong fixed her gaze on the middle-aged man ahead. Executing her first soul skill, she channeled eighty percent of her remaining soul power before her, where streaks of purple-black light surged. They slowly coalesced into a long spear, emitting a suffocating pressure; it seemed that anyone struck by it would inevitably perish, with no possibility of survival.

In truth, the Underworld Goddess’s first soul skill, Spear of the Underworld God, possessed another heaven-defying effect: absolute lock-on.

If Bibi Dong chose to lock this attack onto someone, they would have no choice but to resist it head-on, with no possibility of evasion.

"Dammit, I can't dodge it!"

When the middle-aged man saw the spear forming before Bibi Dong, his eyelids twitched wildly, and a sense of mortal danger welled up in his heart. He realized he was completely locked onto by that purple-black spear; he could not escape this attack. He perceived clearly that if he were to take this blow passively, he would undoubtedly die.

Uncertain thoughts flickered across his mind as he hesitated, struggling internally. Seeing Bibi Dong’s attack closing in, he gritted his teeth and decided to unleash his ninth soul skill.

"Boom!"

At that moment, the ninth red soul ring on the middle-aged man’s body suddenly lit up. As time passed, his face turned pale, and his aura began to wither.

"Ghost God martial soul, ninth soul skill: Technique of Self-Sacrifice."

The middle-aged man let out a roar. Then, with an expression of extreme agony, a red light enveloped his entire body, and his right arm exploded into a mist of gore. A blood-red radiance flowed into his body, and to Bibi Dong's astonishment, his aura climbed rapidly. He broke through the ninety-eighth rank and, in the blink of an eye, surged to the ninety-ninth rank of soul power.

"Ghost God martial soul, sixth soul skill: Hell God's Light."

A black beam of light, condensed from the power of a ghost god, shot toward Bibi Dong at a speed beyond the extreme.

Upon seeing the middle-aged man's soul power level, Bibi Dong's eyelids jumped. She had not expected this man to possess such a bizarre soul skill—sacrificing a part of his own body to forcibly enhance his strength. He would likely never progress beyond this level of soul power again. Facing this skill, she had to be extremely cautious; an attack containing the power of a ninety-ninth-rank soul master could cause serious injury if she were even slightly careless.

"Boom!"

Bibi Dong mobilized all the remaining soul power within her, and under the reinforcement of her Underworld God Domain, she formed a protective barrier before her.

The moment her Spear of the Underworld God collided with the middle-aged man’s Hell God's Light, the entire area fell into absolute silence. A blinding light tore through the horizon, followed by the sound of space shattering. Bibi Dong's spear was instantly destroyed, and the black divine light continued to fly toward her.

Seeing that her Spear of the Underworld God had reduced the power of the attack by nearly seventy percent, Bibi Dong felt a surge of relief.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, as the Hell God's Light struck her barrier, the sound of shattering echoed again. Just as the attack broke through the barrier and aimed directly for the center of her forehead, Bibi Dong’s eyes sharpened. She turned slightly, narrowly dodging the blow.

"Bang!"

The black light missed its mark and slammed directly into the ground, gouging out a deep trench nearly a hundred meters long, within which the strange power of the ghost god lingered. In the years to come, this place would become a dead zone where nothing could grow.

Even though Bibi Dong had safely evaded the attack, her arm was still grazed by the man’s power. The rampaging energy of the ghost god surged through her wound, forcing her to focus all her concentration on suppressing the corruption within her.

"Bibi Dong, Martial Soul Hall, we shall see."

Seeing that his full-power strike had still failed to eliminate Bibi Dong, the middle-aged man’s eyes overflowed with deep resentment. A moment later, he spat out these harsh words and vanished from the spot. Having exhausted his soul power to execute his ninth soul skill, he was no longer fit for battle; staying here would mean certain death.

Bibi Dong watched the middle-aged man’s retreating figure but remained where she was, choosing not to pursue. If she pushed a ninety-eighth-rank peak Douluo to the brink, his desperate final counterattack would be more than she could handle. Furthermore, with her current lack of remaining soul power, she was in no state to fight again.

After the middle-aged man departed, Tang Hao finally regained his clarity. Due to the worsening of his internal injuries, he collapsed heavily to the ground, unconscious.

...

Once the battle concluded, Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo stared at Bibi Dong, dumbfounded, clearly still in a state of shock.

"Bang!"

Ignoring their expressions, Bibi Dong walked coldly toward Chihiro Ji. With a wave of soul power, she pried him from the wall and tossed him to the ground nearby. Looking down at the unconscious Chihiro Ji, her eyes gradually turned crimson, and the violent, murderous aura within her began to spiral into chaos.

"I’m not dead?"

Feeling the pain in his body and sensing a gaze as cold as death, Chihiro Ji began to tremble involuntarily. He slowly regained consciousness, opening his eyes in bewilderment.