At this moment, the emerald-green light was gradually dimming.
The Seed of Life was fleeing upwards, with its ultimate destination being the Sea God Pavilion's treehouse—its goal was self-evident.
This once-in-a-lifetime opportunity was something Di Tian absolutely could not allow to slip away.
Otherwise, the next time they met, who knew if the Seed of Life would have already been taken over by that hundred-thousand-year-old Blue Silver Emperor?
Seizing the moment when the spirit of the Golden Ancient Tree and Elder Jin perished alongside Yun Ming under the detonation of the Grade-12 Fixed Soul Ammunition, now was the perfect time.
Against the immense natural power of the land itself, Di Tian exerted his full strength, and in an instant, the massive roots of the Golden Ancient Tree—so large that even a thousand people linking hands together could not encircle them—were torn apart into two halves. A narrow, elongated space was forcibly created beneath the ground by Di Tian's sheer might.
The spatial lock immediately blocked the Seed of Life's escape route upward.
In the next moment, a black dragon claw emerged from the void, tightly grasping the Seed of Life, suppressing its last struggling spiritual will. The final lingering consciousness of the tree spirit was crushed to dust by Di Tian.
As Di Tian returned with his prize in triumph, at another location, a battle erupted without warning.
Long Yeyue had led a group of inner court disciples hundreds of miles away. Believing they were now safe, they turned back to look at Shrek City in the distance.
Billowing smoke rose into the sky, forming a towering inferno. The stench of gunpowder and fire spread for miles, filling the air.
Sounds of sobbing, resentment, and furious curses filled their ears.
Vows of vengeance rose one after another—swearing to make the masterminds behind this bombing pay with blood, to slaughter their entire clans, leaving none alive!
Long Yeyue did not stop them, nor did she rush to move the students to a truly safe location.
Instead, she used this scene before them to engrave their blood feud deep into their hearts, baptizing them in the flames of grief so that when they rose again in the future, their spirits would be unwavering. This would lay a solid foundation for their inevitable resurgence, preventing the disastrous possibility of them scattering like defeated monkeys once the tree had fallen.
It was also because Long Yeyue had absolute confidence in her own strength. Without the threat of Grade-12 Fixed Soul Ammunition, who in this world could take her students away from her?
As a quasi-god-level Limit Douluo, wielding twin peak-tier True Dragon martial souls, and possessing a four-word battle armor—
Who in this world could possibly challenge her?
Yet, at the very moment when everyone had lowered their guard, immersed in sorrow and grief—
A figure that had long been crouching in the darkness suddenly stood up like a human.
It was covered in thick, dense dark-gold fur. Its arms were exceptionally long, hanging at its sides. Despite its massive body, its arms extended past its knees, and they were incredibly muscular. Its shoulders bulged like small mountains, packed with terrifying muscles.
The muscle ridges swelled, emitting a deep, drum-like hum.
At that moment—Bear Lord moved!
It executed a motion strikingly similar to a human's, its massive arms swinging upward, palms open in a grasping motion. In the next instant, an overwhelming dark-gold radiance flooded the sky.
Each claw transformed into a dark-gold blade over a hundred meters long, creating a horrifying scene as if the entire sky was being torn apart.
This was Bear Lord's innate soul skill—Darkgolden Terrorclaws and Heaven-Rending Claw.
Wherever the ten claws passed, the air itself was shredded apart. Within the torn space, eerie howls echoed faintly, and one could even glimpse flickering starlight in the depths of the void.
But the assault did not end there—Bear Lord then transformed into a towering, iron-like human figure. A four-word battle armor, shimmering with dark-gold radiance, materialized in the void and covered his entire body.
His aura surged once again—his cultivation breaking through into the quasi-god realm!
A crimson light flickered. A red god-ranked mecha abruptly transformed, morphing into a claw-like weapon that fitted onto his hand like a deadly gauntlet.
A full-powered strike from a quasi-god-level Assault-Type warrior—five blood-colored claws, imbued with devastating power, followed closely behind the Darkgolden Terrorclaws and Heaven-Rending Claw!
This sequence of attacks happened in an instant. In the blink of an eye, Long Yeyue's spiritual intuition screamed warnings at her. Without hesitation, her will surged—her four-word battle armor instantly deployed.
Beneath her feet, a massive black-and-white Yin-Yang diagram manifested, its twin fish swirling in motion.
Her **battle armor domain—Yin-Yang Vastness—**unfolded in a flash.
But the moment the two forces collided—
The grand and majestic Yin-Yang diagram, resembling a delicate ink painting, was torn apart in an instant by the dark-gold claws.
In mere moments, the fearsome claw light pierced through, closing in on Long Yeyue.
"Clang!!"
The rare, heavenly-forged four-word battle armor was shattered into fragmented metal pieces, scattering across the land. Some fragments pierced deep into the soil, their smooth cut surfaces reflecting the dim light.
With the buffer time gained from the destruction of her battle armor, two resounding dragon roars overlapped in the air—
"Roar! Roar!"
The Twin Holy Dragons of Light and Darkness surged forth, colliding violently, forming a light-dark barrier.
By simultaneously using her two True Dragon martial souls, Long Yeyue achieved an effect similar to a Martial Soul Fusion Technique.
The Black-White Twin Dragons not only obliterated the residual force of the Darkgolden Terrorclaws and Heaven-Rending Claw, but also countered the god-ranked mecha claw weapon that had followed up.
"Drip… drip…"
However, there was a price.
Long Yeyue had burned through her limited remaining lifespan—in the moment of her full-force eruption, her once-white hair turned black again, cascading down in long strands.
Her aged face gradually became youthful, the deep wrinkles vanishing in an instant.
Her four-word battle armor was now half-ruined—her robes torn apart, revealing the youthful yet scarred skin of what was once a two-hundred-year-old elder.
Bloodstained gashes, inflicted by the Heaven-Rending Claw, continuously oozed blood, drop by drop, falling onto the ground.
Her newly youthful face was frosty with rage, her expression grim to the extreme.
With her strength, she should have been able to recognize who was in front of her. The Heaven-Rending Claw could only belong to Bear Lord, the sixth-ranked of the Ten Great Ferocious Beasts—yet she could not sense any soul beast aura from this iron-tower-like man before her.
And more than that—how could a mere Ferocious Beast possess a four-word battle armor?!
But there was no time for hesitation now.
"You all leave first. I will hold them—"
The last word stuck in her throat. The scent of fresh blood drifted into her nose.
It was the blood of her students.
Her tall, slender body trembled slightly. Turning her head, she saw—
The fireseed she had carried forth to revive Shrek Academy had been completely extinguished.
Not one survived.
Even Lan Muzi and Tang Yinmeng, both three-word battle armor masters and eight-ring Soul Douluo, had been beheaded in a single strike, their lifeforce utterly obliterated.
Two more four-word battle armor masters had fallen!
"AAAAAHHHHH!!!"
"I WILL HAVE YOUR LIVES!!!"
Long Yeyue's murderous intent turned nearly tangible, blood tears streaming from her eyes. The ruined remnants of her four-word battle armor ignited in raging flames.
This was the irreversible burning of battle armor, sacrificing it completely to unleash her ultimate power—a true last stand.
At this moment, Bear Lord stepped forward, standing at the forefront of his allies, combining the power of his four-word battle armor and god-ranked mecha, preparing to withstand Long Yeyue's final, desperate assault.
Yet, just as her combat strength reached its peak—
She did not attack.
Instead, she used this moment to flee at full speed.
She had once again chosen a strategic retreat.
Bear Lord: "Fuck."
(End of chapter.)