21: Chapter 21: Shrek Sea God Pavilion was beaten up by the Star Dou Ferocious Beasts!

The rain grew increasingly violent, with bean-sized raindrops slamming against the energy shields of both warring parties, bursting into fine sprays of water.

The battlefield in the core area of the Star Dou Great Forest was already a mess, with broken ancient trees lying scattered across the ground. The ground, torn apart by energy shockwaves, churned up dark brown soil, which mixed with rainwater and blood to emit a pungent, fishy sweetness.

Dragon God Douluo Mu En was forced to retreat repeatedly by Di Tian's Black Dragon Flame.

Although he was a Limit Douluo, Di Tian's strength surpassed that of a Limit Douluo, making him the true number one powerhouse of the Douluo Continent.

"Your power is far weaker than it was in the past."

Di Tian's massive dragon claw swept across, carrying a gale that tore through space. His tone was filled with cold mockery as he said: "Is it the injury you sustained back when you fought that old ghost Du Bisi to the death? To think the dignified Dragon God Douluo has fallen to such a state; it is truly pathetic."

Dragon God Douluo Mu En gritted his teeth and forcibly twisted his body to avoid the dragon claw, but the light wings on his back were struck by the claw's wind, instantly tearing open a long gash. Golden blood splashed out, landing in the mud and immediately being diluted by the rainwater.

"Shut up!" He roared angrily, gathering the Soul Power within his body and transforming it into a golden dragon breath, which he spat toward Di Tian.

Upon seeing this, Di Tian sneered, not caring in the slightest, and took the blow head-on.

With a loud boom, the power of light and the power of darkness collided, and the resulting ripples spread in all directions.

"Black Dragon World Annihilation!"

A moment later, Di Tian's eyes narrowed, and the dark power within his body surged violently.

Dragon God Douluo Mu En flew backward like a kite with a broken string, slamming fiercely into a thousand-year-old ancient tree and shattering its trunk. He struggled to get up, only to find that his entire body was screaming in pain, and the Soul Power within him was surging like a rough sea, making it impossible to concentrate.

"Do you really think that just because you broke through to become a Limit Douluo, you can contend with this seat?"

Di Tian slowly approached, his golden vertical pupils flashing with a contemptuous light as he asked rhetorically: "Not to mention that your Holy Dragon of Light cannot suppress this seat at all, just the fact that you are plagued by old injuries and your strength is significantly lacking, what makes you think you can fight me?"

Dragon God Douluo Mu En coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his vision began to blur. He knew that what Di Tian said was the truth. During that battle back then with the Sect Master of the Body Sect, Du Bisi, although he had ultimately won, he had damaged his foundation, causing the dignified level 99 Limit Douluo to be forced to hunch over in his daily life.

As for attributes, the Holy Dragon of Light was indeed not the Ultimate Light; while it could manage not to be suppressed, it was impossible for it to suppress Di Tian's Ultimate Darkness.

He raised his head, looking at Di Tian's terrifying dragon head covered in black scales, a flash of determination in his eyes.

"Stubborn fool!" Di Tian roared, gathering the Black Dragon Flame once again. This time, the flames were even more intense than before, clearly intending to finish off Dragon God Douluo Mu En for good.

Just at this critical moment, Xuan Zi suddenly lunged over from the side, his massive body, after manifesting his Taotie Divine Ox Spirit, blocking in front of Dragon God Douluo Mu En and taking Di Tian's attack head-on.

"Boom!"

Xuan Zi let out a muffled grunt as his massive body was blasted backward by the Black Dragon Flame. The fur on his chest was charred black, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, but he still forced himself to shout: "Old Mu! Run!"

Dragon God Douluo Mu En felt a sharp pain in his heart as he looked at Xuan Zi's heavily injured state. He knew that they were destined to lose today's battle.

On the other side, Xiong Jun was toying with Qian Duoduo and Xian Liner.

"Is this all the ability you have?"

Xiong Jun's massive Dark-Gold Terrorclaw easily tore through Qian Duoduo's Wulong Shield, and he sneered disdainfully: "Level 94? I think you're just a 94-pound piece of trash!"

Qian Duoduo's face turned pale. His Wulong Shield was a top-tier defensive Spirit, and combined with carefully crafted spirit tools, even a level 95 attack system Douluo wouldn't be able to break through it easily. Yet, in front of Xiong Jun, his defense was like paper; every collision made his arms go numb, and his Soul Power was being consumed rapidly.

As expected of the number one bear of the Douluo Continent; with this attack power, it's probably close to that of a Limit Douluo.

"Qian Duoduo!" Seeing this scene, Xian Liner shouted anxiously. After manifesting her Azure Flame Dragon Spirit, she transformed into a streak of azure lightning, her long spear wreathed in raging azure flames as she thrust toward Xiong Jun's flank.

The Azure Flame was an Ultimate Flame produced by the intense friction of wind-attribute Soul Power; its temperature was extremely high, its destructive power immense, and ordinary Spirit Beasts would be incinerated upon contact. Yet Xiong Jun seemed completely unaware, letting the Azure Flame land on his dark-gold fur, which only produced a sizzling sound without burning off even a single hair.

"Are you scratching an itch?" Xiong Jun backhanded his claw against Xian Liner's long spear. The massive force caused Xian Liner to lose her grip instantly, and she was sent flying backward, crashing into Qian Duoduo.

"Pfft—"

Both of them spat out a mouthful of blood simultaneously and fell to the ground in a sorry state. Qian Duoduo hurriedly took out several healing spirit tools, wanting to treat Xian Liner's injuries, but was stomped on the chest by Xiong Jun.

"Don't waste your effort."

Xiong Jun stared at them with his crimson eyes, his tone filled with cruel laughter as he said: "Your spirit tools are useless against me; you might as well just surrender and die!"

Qian Duoduo gritted his teeth tightly, his eyes filled with unwillingness. He and Xian Liner were senior elders of Shrek Academy; working together, they could even put up a fight against a level 96 Douluo. Yet in front of Xiong Jun, they didn't even have room to retaliate. Was this the difference in absolute strength?

"Xiong Jun! Don't be too arrogant!" Xian Liner struggled to get up, but she was pinned firmly by Xiong Jun's foot and couldn't move.

"Arrogant?" Xiong Jun laughed loudly and said: "I have the capital to be arrogant! Don't you humans always say you are the Spirits of all things? Today, I will let you see that in the face of absolute power, you are nothing!"

As he spoke, his Dark-Gold Terrorclaw was raised again, clearly intending to deliver the killing blow.

"Stop!"

An angry shout came, and Yan Shaozhe and Cai Meier attacked toward Xiong Jun, wanting to rescue Qian Duoduo and Xian Liner. But they themselves were also being tightly entangled by Zi Ji and were completely unable to spare any effort.

Zi Ji transformed into a streak of purple lightning, the pressure of the Hell Demon Dragon King making both Yan Shaozhe and Cai Meier feel a palpitation in their hearts. Her speed was extremely fast, far exceeding that of an ordinary agility-attack system Douluo, and the two of them simply couldn't keep up with her rhythm.

"Bright Phoenix? Soul-Breaking Dragon Spirit Spear?"

Zi Ji's voice carried a hint of mockery as she said: "They sound quite impressive, but unfortunately, the users are too weak."

Yan Shaozhe's Bright Phoenix Spirit was a top-tier Beast Spirit, and its light attribute had a very strong suppressive power against evil Spirits. Cai Meier's Soul-Breaking Dragon Spirit Spear was specifically a Spirit designed to target the dragon race; when the spear was thrust, it was like a dragon, carrying an aura that broke evil and destroyed filth.

But Zi Ji was a pure-blooded true dragon, and the bloodline of the Hell Demon Dragon King was incomparably noble; the two's Spirit suppression had very little effect on her.

Yan Shaozhe roared, the phoenix wings on his back spreading out, and countless golden feathers shot toward Zi Ji like sharp arrows.

"Soul-Breaking Dragon Spear!" Cai Meier also attacked at the same time, the long spear in her hand transforming into a golden giant dragon, carrying an unstoppable momentum as it lunged straight at Zi Ji.

Zi Ji snorted coldly, her figure flickering as she instantly appeared behind the two.

The next moment, she transformed into her true form, her massive tail sweeping out like a steel whip and striking heavily on their backs.

"Ah!"

Both screamed, falling forward simultaneously as they spat out blood. A few feathers were broken off Yan Shaozhe's phoenix wings, and Cai Meier's long spear almost slipped from her grasp.

"With only this much skill, you still want to save others?" Zi Ji hovered in front of them, her purple eyes filled with mockery: "You'd better take care of yourselves first!"

As she spoke, she transformed into a streak of purple lightning again, attacking the two. Yan Shaozhe and Cai Meier exchanged a look, both seeing gravity and helplessness in each other's eyes. They knew that if this continued, they would sooner or later be worn down to death by Zi Ji.