Outside the Star Pavilion. Yu Zizhong's mouth still held an inexplicable smile. As his mind moved, the fine threads retracted accordingly, swirling slowly around his body. Like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, ready to launch a sudden attack at any moment. In this situation, Yu Zizhong emitted no discernible energy fluctuations, yet the sense of inexplicable fear it brought was not diminished in the slightest.
“It's that attack method again. What exactly are those fine threads? Their power is surprisingly great—probably even surpassing the strength of divine weapons.” Ye Yun always felt a bit anxious whenever facing those strange threads, yet there was also a sense of uncanny familiarity.
“His weapon is as mysterious as he is. As for what it actually is, I honestly don't know either.” Even with Elder Feng's experience, he could not identify what those strange threads truly were.
The King of the Underworld Dragon was not foolish; its purple-black eyes were fixated on every move Yu Zizhong made. In front of Yu Zizhong, it sensed a danger it had never felt before.
“The demon realm's monster dragon is a rare creature. It cannot die. Let's see if its soul and consciousness can be scattered and left for that foolish kid,” Yu Zizhong thought, glancing down at Ye Yun with his red eyes. The thought startled him momentarily, but after a brief consideration, he stuck to his original plan.
“As long as no one knows, the old man probably won't know either.”
With this thought, Yu Zizhong made up his mind, precisely controlling the fine threads and turning them into an extremely sharp energy state, shooting violently toward the crown of the King of the Underworld Dragon. His thought was simple: to make the King of the Underworld Dragon lose consciousness, he had to attack its mind!
The King of the Underworld Dragon let out a low roar, barely dodging the fine threads with its colossal body, nearly nine zhang in length. Even Yu Zizhong was secretly astonished by how agile such a massive body could be. Since the King of the Underworld Dragon was essentially a spiritual entity, it was naturally much lighter than the flesh-and-blood dragon of the same name.
The King of the Underworld Dragon did not get angry. Its twelve-zhang-long wings trembled slightly, generating several small tornados as it lunged toward Yu Zizhong.
The dragon moved quickly. When it was eight zhang away from Yu Zizhong, it opened its mouth and seemed to release the Dragon's Breath effortlessly.
The Dragon's Breath, carrying overwhelming spiritual killing power, completely pinned down the major energy forces of Yu Zizhong's body, leaving him no means of escape.If Yu Zizhong's body started to move, he would face a barrage of attacks from the Pluto Dragon like a violent storm. Yu Zizhong had extensive combat experience, and in close-range combat, the inconveniences that would usually affect a Dark Mage who was weak in melee had no impact on him. He calmly controlled the fine threads, forming a black defensive net in front of him. Just as the defense was set up, the Dragon's Breath attacked fiercely. There was no loud noise; the transfer of energy between Yu Zizhong and the Pluto Dragon produced not a single sound. A calm voice came from Yu Zizhong's mouth: "It's time for you to go." Instantly, the fine threads within the massive Dragon's Breath suddenly erupted with intense fluctuations. Immediately, a large number of threads scattered into countless strands of energy, swiftly escaping through the fine gaps of the Dragon's Breath and targeting the head of the Pluto Dragon with piercing strikes. One strike, two strikes, three strikes… This happened in just one second, yet the Pluto Dragon's head was pierced an innumerable number of times. The Pluto Dragon's consciousness vanished, and its Dragon's Breath stopped completely, disappearing entirely. The massive body slowly descended in front of Yu Zizhong and fell back to the ground, standing there in a daze like a walking corpse. Yu Zizhong smiled again, having achieved this goal. However, his ultimate purpose had not yet been realized. Now, it was time to achieve it. He looked around and gazed at Xingchen Yuan in front of the Xuan Gate of the Star Pavilion, giving him an apologetic smile. Xingchen Yuan was also baffled; before he could react, Yu Zizhong's actions shocked him like never before. Yu Zizhong fully stretched out his body, and under the influence of his spiritual power, it seemed as if something was about to burst forth. Ye Yun stared in disbelief at Yu Zizhong, because at this moment, the Eight Desolate Destruction Thunder at his brow began to stir in an unprecedented way. This stirring did not have the previous violent intensity; instead, it carried a gentle aura. Elder Feng's soul fluctuations were also unprecedentedly powerful, and his aged, shocked voice echoed inside Ye Yun: "His body actually contains no less than one Heavenly Thunder!!"
