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Chapter 303: Celenova Makes Her Move

Relying on the immense soul power of her Rank 97 Titled Douluo strength, Fei Yan forcefully manipulated countless tough threads of soul power, controlling a massive Voidranger: Trampler and over a hundred virtual soldiers like a true puppet master.

At this moment, these cold war machines were used without hesitation as disposable shields, thrown en masse to block the path between Huo Yuhao and the others, and the pillar of destructive sword energy.

And in the next instant, Siegfried's final, all-consuming strike—the magnificent, dusk-colored sword pillar—came crashing down.

"BOOM——!!!!!!"

The deafening explosion sounded like the wailing of a shattered sky.

A terrifying shockwave erupted outward in a ring, making the entire Mingdu quake and crack as if struck by a cataclysmic earthquake.

From the outskirts of the city, one could see a blinding "sun" rising abruptly over the city center, its dazzling light swallowing all scenery in that region. Even people miles away instinctively shut their eyes, tears streaming as the brilliance overwhelmed them.

The dusk sword pillar carried a torrent of sword energy that crushed everything, striking the earth like the whip of divine judgment.

Wherever it passed—sturdy buildings, broad streets, even deep foundations—everything was vaporized, decomposed, and reduced to nothingness in an instant.

A massive, charred trench dozens of meters wide and of unknown depth, stretching for kilometers, was carved into the earth—a hideous, unhealing scar slashed across Mingdu's chest.

Every unfortunate antimatter soldier caught in its path was instantly annihilated, erased without time for a single scream—like snow beneath the summer sun.

This earth-shattering, apocalyptic blow swept across the entire battlefield, drawing the gaze of every being within Mingdu.

Whether it was servants locked in fierce combat, soul engineers and civilians struggling in the ruins, or retreating factions—all froze, shocked, staring at the source of the destruction and light.

Even Celenova, the cold and aloof Lord Ravager manipulating the battle from a higher dimension, seemed, for the first time, to focus her icy gaze on this insignificant battlefield—the flash of annihilation piqued her faint interest.

Almost at the same instant—

A new, thunderous explosion erupted high above.

"RUMBLE!"

Azure gales, like billions of divine lances, coalesced into a raging dragon and pierced the Doomsday Beast's supposedly invincible body.

Feixiao's guardian spirit, "Flying Aureus," roared, jaws wide, wielding power to rend stars, and tore off the massive, armored dragon claw at the root.

"Awooo——!!!"

The Doomsday Beast gave a heart-rending, agonized shriek; its hundreds-of-meters-long body lost balance, tumbling from the sky like a downed battleship.

Its falling form ignited in fierce flames as it plummeted, becoming a massive, burning meteor trailing black smoke, crashing with suffocating force toward the already devastated Mingdu.

Buildings in its path collapsed like toys, shredded by the sheer wind pressure.

Feixiao's white hair streamed wildly in the turbulent air. She stood firm in the void, not even glancing back at the falling behemoth.

Her gaze pierced the distance, landing precisely on the region engulfed by dusk light and destructive energy. A barely perceptible regret flickered across her heroic features as she murmured softly:

"What a pity… such a truly valiant warrior, fated never to meet."

In that desperate, all-consuming sword light, she keenly sensed a hero's final, brilliant flare and unyielding will before death.

But in the next moment—

"Hmm?"

Feixiao's brows creased in puzzlement.

With her acute senses, she noticed that, on another battlefield, two mighty auras—General Jing Yuan's thunderous might and the Warhead Hoolay's berserk vitality—had suddenly, inexplicably, fallen silent.

It wasn't the end by mutual defeat or overwhelming victory, but as if some unforeseen event had forced both to halt instantly.

A duel between a Xianzhou general and a powerful Borisin Warhead could never end so abruptly and peacefully—unless something completely unexpected had happened.

Just as Feixiao's mind was shaken by Siegfried's final strike—

Suddenly, a change erupted in the void above!

A single, icy star sparkled into existence without warning, like the last star extinguished at the end of the universe.

The speck of starlight swelled, and a pitch-black ring, as if capable of swallowing all light, silently appeared above Feixiao.

Inside the ring was a terrifying sight—a "virtual star" made of pure energy, collapsing and compressing at a rate defying all logic.

Unimaginable energy condensed to its limit, then erupted violently. The light of this star's death—enough to illuminate galaxies—was forcibly contained and ultimately condensed into a golden-white energy torrent over ten meters wide.

"No!"

A dire premonition exploded in Feixiao's heart. Her unparalleled combat instincts made her spin around just as the attack formed.

But what met her eyes was no longer a prelude to a sneak attack, but the descent of destruction itself.

That terrifying pulse, born from the collapse of a star, fell like a spear of judgment cast by God, straight and merciless from the swirling clouds.

Its speed surpassed thought; its brilliance eclipsed sun and moon.

"BOOM——!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The beam struck the earth—not just striking, but piercing it.

The sound defied language; it was as if the world itself screamed.

First rose an incandescent sphere, like a second sun; then, a colossal mushroom cloud—symbol of absolute annihilation—soared into the sky, blocking out the heavens.

A ring-shaped shockwave, faster than sound, swept out in all directions, obliterating everything.

Nearly a third of Mingdu—buildings, streets, lives—crumbled like sandcastles before the tide of destruction.

Countless antimatter troops, soul masters, and civilians, unable even to scream, were vaporized instantly, torn to primal particles by the blast.

The hurricane unleashed by the explosion rampaged through the city's remains, trampling and shredding what was left.

Everyone—combatants, virtual soldiers—was caught off guard, desperately anchoring themselves against winds that could shred steel.

…

Lu Jingming stared at the apocalyptic vision in the distance, the corner of his mouth twitching uncontrollably.

To strike at Feixiao, Celenova, the Lord Ravager, had personally intervened with a sneak attack.

Feixiao had taken the brunt of the attack—but even the residual shockwave nearly wiped Mingdu off the map.

"If that blast had targeted the city center…"

Lu Jingming shuddered. He was certain that, if Celenova had wished it, this proudest city of the continent—along with its millions—would vanish in an instant.

Such was the might of a Lord Ravager!

Even though Celenova had transferred from the "Harmony" path, her mastery of destruction was bone-deep.

…

"Damn! Was that a god's own hand?!"

In the distant ruins, Xuan Zi fought against the storm with heavy earth-colored soul power, his defensive aura flickering, nearly torn apart.

In nearly two centuries of life, he had never experienced such pure, overwhelming, and hopeless power.

This far surpassed his understanding of "strength"—it was not a soul skill or device, but divine punishment.

Luckily, they weren't at the epicenter, or even as a Rank 98 Super Douluo, he'd have been reduced to dust.

The devastation raged for minutes before finally subsiding.

As the thick smoke and steam cleared, all survivors were left speechless by the sight—

Nearly a third of Mingdu had vanished.

In its place was a vast, bottomless abyss. Its edges were smooth, glassy layers formed by molten rock, gleaming eerily in the dim light.

That beam of destruction was like a divine blade, leaving an eternal, hideous scar upon the land—a testament to absolute power.

…

"Sister Feixiao!"

At Mingdu's edge, safely evacuated, Princess Weina was lucky to avoid the blast, but her heart was filled with despair.

She had seen Feixiao swallowed by the pulse of destruction—her face now pale as paper, voice trembling with fear.

Feixiao was her greatest reliance—the last hope of the Heavenly Soul Empire.

If Feixiao fell here…

Chapter 304: The Terror of the Lord Ravager

As Weina was consumed by despair, she felt a sudden warmth on the back of her hand.

She looked down in a hurry—the three crimson command seals still burned bright on her skin, showing no sign of fading.

The contract remained—Feixiao… was still alive!

A flood of relief washed over Weina; her legs nearly gave out.

She was profoundly grateful to have summoned such a powerful being as Feixiao.

The Arbiter-General from Xianzhou was not only straightforward in character, but possessed strength beyond all imagination.

To survive such an annihilating blow… Weina could not fathom such a realm of power.

She did not doubt that even the legendary gods would suffer if struck head-on by such an attack.

Top-tier Rank 99 Douluo's full-power blow was said to match a ninth-grade fixed soul-guided shell.

Yet the aftershock of Celenova's casual strike surpassed the combined detonation of over a dozen such shells.

The true core of its power was incalculable.

Even more chilling—no one knew if Celenova was even at her limit.

After all, she had not once revealed her true form.

If it came to a direct clash might hold her own. But in this world, both existed as special memory constructs formed from negative energy.

Clearly, as the embodiment of Destruction, Celenova gained and recovered power far faster than Feixiao.

Feixiao and Jing Yuan, as Xianzhou generals, drew power from faith and duty, bound by their conscience.

They could not, like Celenova, recklessly slaughter and destroy to absorb power.

Destruction and slaughter were Celenova's nourishment. Thus, her seemingly endless might now seemed almost inevitable.

…

"Ugh! Damn, that was… intense!"

A pained, lingering exclamation rose from the rubble.

Childe Tartaglia barely propped himself up with his thunder-wreathed spear; his ornate, dangerous demon armor was covered in cracks, ready to shatter.

Wiping blood from his lips, he looked toward the abyss hacked into the city, for the first time showing not excitement, but visceral fear and dread.

"This isn't even a battle anymore…"

He muttered, the usual fighting spirit in his eyes replaced by apprehension.

"This is… a natural disaster!"

He loved the thrill of the edge, craved duels with the strong, but had no desire to die meaninglessly in such incomprehensible annihilation.

Nearby, Kong Deming's face was also pale.

His exquisite tenth-grade soul device, "Silver Moon Divine Shield," had grown dim, its surface warped.

Had he not deployed it in time, diverting most of the blast to another dimension, even as the Sun-Moon Empire's Supreme Elder and a tenth-grade soul engineer, he might not have survived.

His gaze was fixed on the voided city, his cheek twitching uncontrollably.

For all his preparation and overestimating of Celenova's power, reality had slapped him hard, laying bare the limits of his imagination.

Yet this despairing gap did not crush his will—if anything, it strengthened his resolve and clarity.

Xu Tianran's chosen path, the power he sought, perhaps… truly could bring final victory, no matter the cost.

Now, he must seize this moment of utmost chaos, when all eyes were drawn to higher-level battles, to eradicate the last resistance of the old Douluo Three Kingdoms—for the Sun-Moon Empire, for the future he believed in.

On the ruins, survivors—civilian, soul master, or servant—could only stare in silence at the hellish scar carved across Mingdu.

Celenova's casual strike not only destroyed a third of the city, but planted seeds of despair and smallness in the heart of every witness.

Their previous struggles, factional strife, and grudges now seemed laughable and insignificant in the face of such power.

Yet, even this overwhelming blow did not end the slaughter in Mingdu.

As the smoke of destruction lingered, the whine and roar of soul cannons once more shattered the air from the palace ruins.

Across the city's shattered remains, soul masters and antimatter troops still clashed, death and resistance persisting.

In the heart of the devastation wrought by Siegfried's dusk sword, the scene was even more tragic.

The antimatter soldiers used as shields by Fei Yan were now but drifting black ash—nothing left, not even the largest Voidranger: Trampler.

The ashes drifted on the breeze with a stinging odor.

At the bottom of a vast crater, Huo Yuhao knelt in a pool of blood.

The right side of his body was almost entirely sliced away, blood and shattered organs exposed, as if flayed by countless invisible blades.

Warm blood dripped from his broken ribs and arm, pooling darkly on the ground.

Each shallow breath wrenched at his broken chest, bringing agony near to fainting.

Around him lay countless shards of ultimate ice—his last defense.

In the final moment, he'd spent all his energy and spirit to encase himself, Bei Bei, and Tang Ya in a shell of ultimate ice.

It was the last barrier he could raise.

Even so, standing at the front, he could not fully withstand the final outburst of a dying hero.

Destructive sword energy, alive with malice, tore through the ice, shredding half his body to pieces.

Were it not for the resilience of his new form, he would have been a corpse already.

Bei Bei, protected behind him, fared little better—his chest wound worsened, deep sword marks everywhere, blood-soaked, his face deathly pale.

Tang Ya, at the very back, still had an arm slashed open to the bone, blood flowing endlessly.

And at the very front, Sakura, who'd shielded them from Siegfried's final fury, was in the worst shape.

The beautiful, fox-eared shrine maiden knelt, supported only by her spirit blade, blood-soaked robes clinging to skin crisscrossed with sword wounds, like cracked porcelain.

Even her agile fox ears drooped, their luster gone.

Most dangerous, thick black negative energy poured from her wounds, her memory-form body close to collapse.

To protect Tang Ya, she had taken the brunt of a dragon-slaying hero's final strike.

With her own strength and Higokumaru's, she'd been mortally wounded, her existence now a flickering candle in the wind.

Each breath was a struggle, blood frothing on her lips.

Higokumaru herself had not reappeared—clearly depleted or wounded in the last clash, unable to manifest.

Sakura had no strength left to summon her.