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Yes, Zhu Teng was determined to self-destruct. His body was battered and broken, suffering repeated injuries, and in this desolate place, there was no hope of recovery. The immense energy required to sustain his form had become a burden; it was better to abandon it altogether. After all, a young, fresh body with great potential was right before him.
Zhu Teng decisively initiated the self-destruction, unleashing a tremendous force that broke through the Forbidden Domain. Outside, Sang Qingxiao and the others were caught off guard by the shockwave, barely managing to preserve their lives, but they were left with little combat power.
Inside the Forbidden Domain, however, Zhu Teng controlled the self-destructive energy to protect Qi Xiaomian's shell and prevent his own soul from being harmed. The center of the explosion felt like a gentle breeze passing by.
Zhu Teng swiftly detached from his shattered shell and charged toward Qi Xiaomian. Huo Qi had anticipated this and stood in front of Qi Xiaomian to take the hit. The collision between their bodies and souls caused Huo Qi's soul to stagger back slightly. Zhu Teng surged forward again, and Huo Qi blocked him once more. This time, the impact was even more ferocious than before; Huo Qi could only barely cope and began to retreat step by step.
Zhu Teng intended to tear Huo Qi apart, but at that critical moment, support came from behind Huo Qi. Qi Xiaomian struggled to tame the chaotic dragon breath within him and finally managed to free his hands to help resist. However, the onslaught was fierce, and it was uncertain how long they could hold out.
The energy from the self-destruction also affected the Celestial Phenomenon above. Dark clouds loomed overhead as thunder rumbled ominously; it seemed disturbed and furious, with arcs of lightning threatening to strike down.
Each approach of the electric arcs had the greatest impact on Zhu Teng. Memories of past lightning punishments flooded back to him, along with the torment reminiscent of lightning strikes he endured while imprisoned underground by Bone Nail. These memories were deeply rooted in his soul; even though he had escaped them, they still tormented his nerves effortlessly.
Disheveled Misha observed Zhu Teng's slight tremors caused by the lightning strikes and pondered thoughtfully. Could this Cursed Dragon actually fear being struck by lightning? It had withstood battles against Gods yet trembled at the sound of thunder—was that possible?
Initially thought to be mere coincidence, further observation revealed that the Cursed Dragon reacted every time it was close to a thunderclap.
If ordinary lightning could affect it so much, what would happen with something more powerful?
Old Vine! I need to repair my body more quickly! Without a robust physique, how could he withstand the impending thunder tribulation? The longer he held out, the more heavenly lightning would descend, increasing his chances of defeating the Cursed Dragon.
Old Vine sensed his resolute tone and guessed that he had made up his mind without asking further questions. Instead, he supported him through action while keeping a close eye on Misha's condition. At Misha's request, he increased the flow of energy.
Pure cultivation power washed over Misha's every meridian, repairing his body. He worried about the battle situation as he saw that the two were in increasingly dire straits; anxiety gnawed at him.
No! I can't wait any longer!
As soon as Misha felt stable enough to stand, he instructed Old Vine to cut off the flow of cultivation power.
Misha took out the last hidden fragment of Kirin's body without hesitation and integrated it into himself. His weakened body bled from all seven orifices under the overwhelming aura of the Auspicious Beast. He could only use his Buddha Cultivation techniques to mend his rapidly expanding cracks while reciting Sutras to stabilize his mind.
As soon as he uttered the Sutra, it felt as if even the sky was soothed. The dark clouds remained thick overhead; lightning still flickered ominously, but no electric arcs struck down toward the ground anymore. The surrounding storm gradually calmed down; in this battlefield, Misha became a guiding force, diverting Zhu Teng's attention momentarily.
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