87: Lei Chi Yulong

Underground Mo City, dead silent like an abyss.

Han Li’s ultimatum, like invisible ice, still froze every inch of air, far more suffocating than the previous pressure of heaven and earth.

Disband the Dynasty?

Bury the magic bottle?

Beg for that slim, “unsavable” chance of survival?

Every word was like a poisoned dagger, fiercely piercing Mo Yuan’s pride, which was colder than profound iron.

But he held on.

With a will close to self-destruction, he withstood the immense pressure of a choice that could crush one’s Divine Soul, and gave the most defiant, most insane response.

The cost was internal organs shaking, the Thunder God Arm trembling slightly, and golden blood still clinging to the corner of his mouth.

However, in the depths of those dark golden pupils, the Chaos Qi burned with unprecedented intensity!

That was not the madness of despair, but the purest, coldest, most resolute determination to carry his Dao to the extreme, after all hesitation, fear, and lucky had been removed!

If Heaven wants to punish him, he will tear this Heaven apart!

Since he had chosen this path, then… he would see it through to the end!

“All contingency plans… advance!”

“Highest priority… Thunder Hell Bone Dragon project… activate!”

“Target… Nether Lightning Pool… all energy… drain!”

The cold commands, like final execution code, instantly pierced the Soul links of all sequence units, unchallengeable, leaving no room for maneuver!

The entire Mo City’s power was mobilized instantly!

Despite still being shrouded in fear, under the Thunder Curse Seal and the imprint of absolute obedience, all sequences still operated like the most precise gears, spinning frantically!

Vajra Battalion warriors rushed to various energy nodes, performing final reinforcements.

Thunder Wood Demon vines contracted, channeling all energy into defense.

Thunderstorm Worker Bees gathered, preparing to execute the final suicide command.

The five Self-Detonating Batss were dragged out from the smelting chamber, their binding runes adjusted to the most unstable state.

The newly born Lightning-Avoiding Kites flock let out restless shrieks, both fearful and eager for the coming “feast.”

And the core of the core—Mo Yuan’s figure—had already appeared within the magic bottle, in that… violently collapsing Nether Small World!

Here, everything had been turned upside down!

Forcibly accelerating time to cultivate the Lightning-Avoiding Kitess had long exhausted the last trace of resilience in this Small World.

Cracks in the sky, like a broken spiderweb, constantly saw huge chunks of Chaos debris, laden with gray Qi, crashing down.

The earth had completely disintegrated, turning into countless fragments drifting and annihilating in the Void Realm.

Only the central Nether Lightning Pool still stubbornly emitted a faint blue light, but the pool water was already at the bottom, with only a thin layer of viscous, paste-like Nether Origin, flickering with destructive Yin thunder, remaining!

This was the final essence evolved from the magic bottle’s consumption of a hundred thousand Death Qi and vengeful Souls, the Foundation of the Undead sequence. Now, it was to be completely drained!

“Not enough… still not enough…” Mo Yuan’s consciousness swept over the remaining pool bottom, then “looked” at the vast, boundless Heavenly Dao Lightning Tribulation gathering above the Nine Heavens.

With just this bit of Nether Origin, the Bone Dragon it would birth would be utterly insufficient to contend with heavenly might!

“Need… more ‘bones’! More ‘bearers’!”

His gaze instantly locked onto the largest fragments of the Small World floating in the Void Realm!

These fragments contained various substances, spatial power, and even a faint trace of Chaos Law devoured by the magic bottle—they were the best Materials!

“With fragments of the world… as the Dragon’s bones!”

“With Nether Origin… as the Dragon’s blood lightning!”

“With my Thunder God Arm… carve Chaos Dragon patterns!”

“With the echoes of ten thousand Souls… gather an unyielding Dragon Soul!”

Mo Yuan’s will, like a creating deity and a destroying demon god, echoed in this world on the verge of complete annihilation!

His Thunder God Arm plunged fiercely into the bottom of the remaining Nether Lightning Pool!

Sizzle—!!!

Violent Chaos Thunder Gang mixed with Eternal Life Thunder Strength, like the most overbearing pump, frantically drew out the last bit of Nether Origin!

Viscous liquid, shimmering with faint blue lightning, surged madly along the Thunder God Arm into Mo Yuan’s body, then was forcibly guided and compressed by him!

“Condense!”

He roared, and the extracted Nether Origin, mixed with his own Chaos Thunder Gang, transformed into countless thick energy chains, interwoven with dark purple and faint blue, shooting fiercely towards the largest Small World fragments in the Void Realm!

Rumble!

The energy chains tightly wrapped around the fragments, like a master craftsman’s iron chains, forcibly dragging, squeezing, and piecing them together!

The fragments twisted and deformed under the terrifying force, emitting ear-splitting roars, and were finally forcibly molded into an enormous, incomplete, yet radiating terrifying energy fluctuations—Dragon bone framework!

This framework was a hundred zhang long, exhibiting a shattered glass-like texture, yet shimmering with metallic cold light, its surface covered with natural spatial cracks!

Hollow eye sockets, ferocious spinal spikes, broken tailbones… every inch of “bone” was composed of the remnants of the Small World!

“Form!”

More Nether Origin was extracted, turning into a viscous dark purple and faint blue energy slurry, covering, filling, and strengthening this broken Dragon bone, making it more solid and emitting a chilling aura of death and thunder!

Mo Yuan’s Thunder God Arm transformed into a carving knife, furiously etching upon the nascent Dragon bone!

Innumerable complex and ancient Dragon patterns, imbued with the true meaning of Chaos and thunder, were branded upon it!

Every stroke consumed his immense Divine Thought and energy, making the connection between this skeleton and him a little closer!

“Gather Soul!”

Within the magic bottle, the lingering resentments, unwillingness, anger, and the last shred of desire for life from the hundred thousand deceased, not yet completely purified and absorbed, were forcibly gathered by Mo Yuan’s will, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, frantically pouring into the eye sockets of the skeletal head!

Roar—!!!

A silent yet Soul-shaking roar erupted from deep within the skeleton!

That roar was filled with pain, anger, destruction, yet also mixed with a trace of absolute obedience to its creator, forcibly bestowed, and… an extreme hatred for the vast sky that was about to destroy it!

A twisted yet powerful Dragon Soul was born here!

When the last trace of Nether Origin was drained, and the entire Nether Lightning Pool completely dried up, shattered, and turned into nothingness—that colossal skeleton suddenly opened its “eyes”!

In its eye sockets, two massive flames of dark purple and faint blue Nether Dragon Soul Fire, condensed from Nether lightning power, Chaos Qi, and the resentments of myriad residual Souls, burned!

[Sequence 020: Thunder Hell Bone Dragon]! Descends!

Its entire body was composed of shattered world remnants, covered with solidified Nether energy slurry, its surface inscribed with Chaos Dragon patterns, and faint blue Yin thunder leaped between the bone gap!

It had no flesh and blood, yet it was more terrifying than any living being!

The aura it emitted had shockingly reached the Late Stage Golden Core level, and it was extremely strange, unstable, and filled with a self-destructive, violent power!

Its existence was to bear the Lightning Tribulation!

It was born for destruction!

Mo Yuan’s face was as pale as paper, his body swayed slightly, having expended a tremendous amount.

But looking at the colossal Bone Dragon before him, radiating monstrous resentment and destructive fluctuations, his eyes held only cold satisfaction.

“Go…”

“With your bones… bear Heaven’s thunder!”

“With your Soul… control this Heavenly Tribulation!”

The Bone Dragon let out a silent roar, its massive bone wings abruptly flapped, stirring the collapsing Small World fragments, its colossal body like a world-destroying Vicious Beast breaking free of its shackles, it surged along the magic bottle’s cracks, defiantly rushing towards the impending… destructive lightning punishment!

The first line of defense, the Lightning-Avoiding Kites, eager to devour.

The second line of defense, the Thunder Hell Bone Dragon, prepared to clash head-on!

Mo Yuan’s path of defying Heaven had thrown out its most important chip!