119: Zhulong Dawn

The night in Shrek City was deep, the ink-colored sky appearing like a gigantic curtain that shrouded the city in silence.

However, on a street near the city's moat, a precarious encounter was quietly unfolding.

"Little Brother, are you trying to play hide-and-seek?"

"Senior Sister will play with you, how about that..." Lina breathed like an orchid, whispering eerily into Shen Guyan's ear.

Shen Guyan's expression changed drastically; the opponent had acted so swiftly that even the two Spirit Saints the Shen Family had secretly dispatched to guard him failed to detect her in time.

Very quickly, he felt the world spin before his eyes, and then he lost all consciousness.

Meanwhile, two dark figures arrived late, shooting rapidly in Lina's direction.

"Giggle... rest assured, how could I bear to harm such an adorable little hunk?" Lina instantly transformed into a blur of shadow and fled into the darkness.

"The prerequisite, of course, is that he must first manage to escape from my illusion..."

When Shen Guyan opened his eyes again, he was shocked to find himself still in the bustling night market of Shrek City.

Lina stood right before him, dressed in a dark green combat outfit, her face hidden in the shadows of her hood, revealing only a pair of eyes flickering with an eerie light.

The dark bell in her hand exuded a cold, ghostly aura; every time it shook, it emitted a crisp yet hair-raising sound.

"Little Brother, stay here forever..." Lina's voice seemed to come from the deepest Hell, cold and bone-chilling.

As her words fell, she shook the dark bell violently, and the demonic sound swept toward Shen Guyan like a surging tide.

Shen Guyan felt the scene before his eyes change abruptly; the once-bustling street vanished instantly, replaced by a barren desert.

The scorching sun hung high, its heat mercilessly baking the earth, and the sand beneath his feet was so hot it felt like it would melt his feet.

A wild wind howled in his ears, mixed with the lingering echoes of the demonic sound, like sharp steel needles attempting to pierce his eardrums and strike deep into his Soul.

Shen Guyan cursed inwardly, knowing full well this was an illusion created by his opponent; he had to maintain his clarity as soon as possible, or the consequences would be unimaginable.

He immediately began to circulate the Great Primordial Art, attempting to condense his Soul Power to resist the erosion of the demonic sound.

His vigorous Soul Power circulated within his body, vaguely forming an invisible barrier around him, temporarily blocking a portion of the demonic sound.

However, his opponent seemed unwilling to let him off so easily; Lina's lips curled into a cruel smile, and she shook the dark bell more frantically, the intensity of the demonic sound instantly increasing several times over.

Shen Guyan felt that the invisible barrier was like thin paper, tottering under the impact of the powerful demonic sound.

In the illusion, the desert suddenly began to shake violently, and massive waves of sand, like ferocious monsters, lunged toward Shen Guyan.

Within the sand waves, various terrifying figures vaguely emerged—grotesque demons and clawing Spirit Beasts—hissing and roaring as if they wanted to devour Shen Guyan completely.

Shen Guyan resisted with all his might, the blade of his canglang sword flickering with a cold, clear light.

He brandished the canglang sword, dancing with sword flowers and unleashing various ultimate techniques, attempting to slash through the waves of sand and terrifying figures rushing at him.

However, he did not know how much time had passed; these sand waves and figures seemed endless, coming wave after wave, making him gradually feel overwhelmed.

Meanwhile, the demonic sound clung to him like maggots on bone, constantly assaulting his Soul.

Shen Guyan felt his consciousness beginning to blur, and various hallucinations appeared in his mind.

He saw his relatives and friends from this life struggling in pain and heard their desperate cries.

In an instant, the fear and worry deep within his heart grew wildly like weeds, almost drowning his rationality.

"No, this is an illusion!" Shen Guyan roared in his heart, his consciousness instantly clearing a little.

He knew deep down that blindly resisting the demonic sound and the attacks within the illusion was not a long-term solution; he had to find the flaw in Lina's demonic sound illusion and take the initiative to attack.

Shen Guyan immediately closed his eyes, temporarily shutting out external interference, and focused all his Mental Energy on sensing the frequency and rhythm of Lina's bell ringing.

Just like the Great Sorrow Demonic Curse he cultivated; as long as it was an ability based on sound waves, there would inevitably be a flaw...

Just as another wave of sand and terrifying figures were about to lunge at him, Shen Guyan seized the opportunity, executed his Great Teleportation Technique, vanished instantly from his spot, and dashed at high speed toward Lina's location through the gaps in the demonic sound.

Lina saw that Shen Guyan was actually able to launch a counterattack under such an intense demonic sound illusion, and a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes.

However, she quickly regained her composure, shook the dark bell again, and attempted to strengthen the bell's sound to stop Shen Guyan from approaching.

However, this time Shen Guyan seemed to hold the determination to burn his bridges, ignoring the various attacks in the illusion as he rapidly approached Lina, his body quickly being slashed by sand waves and terrifying figures, blood staining his clothes red.

"Ring, ring, ring..."

A trace of playfulness flashed in Lina's eyes as she once again injected Soul Power into the dark bell, emitting a sharp, demonic sound that seemed to tear through space, causing the surrounding illusion to become even more twisted and terrifying.

Shen Guyan felt as if his Soul were about to be shattered by this demonic sound, his legs turning weak, and he almost fell to his knees.

The gap between them was simply too great; even in terms of Mental Energy, they were not on the same dimension at all.

Shen Guyan even felt that his opponent was likely an Evil Soul Master at the Titled Douluo level.

However, at this critical juncture, Shen Guyan could no longer hold anything back—he reached out with his left hand and gave his face a fierce wipe!

The azure dragon mask emerged, and at the same time, the Third Soul Skill of this Spirit lit up.

Third Soul Skill—Candle Dragon!

The azure light originally flickering on the mask flared instantly, the radiance appearing like a cyan sun that illuminated the entire dark illusion.

Amidst this dazzling azure light, the phantom of the Azure Dragon gradually turned red, its original body beginning to expand continuously, its scales becoming thicker and flickering with mysterious rune light, its dragon horns growing increasingly sturdy, its dragon whiskers dancing in the wind, and its entire body beginning to undergo a transformation.

The next moment, an incomparably powerful and ancient aura spread outward with Shen Guyan at its center—

The giant Dragon raised its head and let out a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering roar, the sound acting like an invisible shockwave that instantly shook the surrounding twisted illusion until it was tottering.

Time and space, under his control, seemed to become like soft silk.

Shen Guyan raised his hand and gave a gentle wave, and a ray of light containing the power of the Law of time and space shot from his fingertips, heading straight toward the source of the demonic sound emitted by the dark bell.