PFC Chapter 557
Chapter 557
The deck cracked inch by inch under the siren leader's trident strike. Ye Jiuchen was thrown back by the shockwave, his back slamming heavily against the broken mast, a metallic taste rising in his throat. Dongfang Wan'er's light shield was shattered like a spiderweb, the surface of the Sea-Suppressing Pearl was covered in cracks, and Xiaobai curled up at her feet, the congealed blood scabs on its fur falling off with each breath. The siren's shrill screams mingled with the waves, weaving a web of death under the oppressive dark clouds.
Amidst the excruciating pain, Ye Jiuchen suddenly felt a burning sensation in his arm. The long-dormant dragon pattern emerged from beneath his skin, writhing and coiling as if alive, golden light shooting through his veins to his spiritual center. The Dragon Roar Sword hummed, breaking free from its grip in his palm, hovering in mid-air and spinning on its own. The ancient runes engraved on the sword's blade lit up one by one, the light bursting forth like the rising sun, illuminating the entire sea area as bright as day.
"Back off!" Ye Jiuchen gripped the sword hilt in mid-air, unleashing a torrent of spiritual energy that flowed from the blade. A golden wave of energy exploded from the spirit boat's center, sending the leading sea monster flying, its scales flying off its body. It screamed as it was sent flying backward, leaving long trails of blood on the sea. He lightly touched the mast with his toes, his figure transforming into a golden streak of light as he charged straight at the sea monster leader. The trajectory of his Dragon Roar Sword left burning marks in the void.
The siren leader roared and raised his trident, the lightning from its tip colliding violently with the sword energy. The intense energy collision unleashed a tsunami tens of meters high, causing the spirit boat to rock violently in the waves, as if it would be torn apart at any moment. Ye Jiuchen groaned, his tiger's mouth splitting open, blood dripping down the blade, but the fighting spirit in his eyes grew even stronger. He turned his sword and attacked the siren leader's weakness once more.
At the same time, Dongfang Wan'er wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and resolutely bit her tongue. The moment the sweet, metallic blood dripped onto the Zhenhai Pearl, the cracks on the pearl's surface began to heal, and the burst of light enveloped her entire body. "Suppress!" With a light wave of her jade hand, the Zhenhai Pearl transformed into a pillar of light reaching the sky. Wherever the light touched, the skin of the sea monsters began to fester, emitting shrill screams. Xiao Bai struggled to its feet, its fur standing on end, and let out a deafening roar. The sound waves materialized, and wherever they touched, the seawater boiled. The sea monsters rolled in agony, clutching their heads, black blood seeping from their ears and noses.
Under the triple attack, the siren leader finally succumbed. A corner of its trident was severed by the Dragon's Roar Sword, and a deep, bone-revealing wound was slashed across its chest by the sword's energy. It let out a defiant roar, its tail slamming heavily against the sea, the resulting giant wave shielding the remaining siren as they retreated into the whirlpool. Ye Jiuchen and the others watched the direction the siren had disappeared in, their tense nerves daring not to relax for a moment—on the distant altar, the humanoid black mist grew increasingly solid, and within its dark red light, a pair of eyes radiating an eerie glow could be vaguely seen.
The sea breeze, carrying the stench of blood, swept across the deck. Ye Jiuchen wiped the blood from his face, the light on the Dragon Roar Sword gradually fading, but the dragon pattern on the spine of the blade still glowed faintly. He gazed at the treacherous sea ahead, his knuckles white as he gripped the hilt: "Get ready, the real battle has just begun." Dongfang Wan'er re-tied her long hair and put the Sea-Suppressing Pearl into her bosom; Xiaobai shook off the bloodstains, letting out a low whimper. As the spirit boat slowly sailed towards the altar, a decisive battle concerning the survival of heaven and earth was quietly brewing in the darkness.
The spirit boat cleaved through the churning sea of blood, its tattered sails fluttering in the wind. As the bow touched the shadow cast by the altar, the air suddenly thickened, making it difficult for everyone to breathe. Ye Jiuchen felt as if his internal organs were being gripped by an invisible giant hand, the Dragon Roar Sword burning slightly in his palm, and fine beads of blood seeping from the dragon patterns on its blade.
Black mist churned violently in the center of the altar, like boiling asphalt. With a piercing shriek, the humanoid black mist exploded, and the black-robed demon slowly rose, riding on the swirling demonic energy. His face was hidden in the shadow of his hood, only his crimson eyes radiating a serpentine vertical light, and his mouth was torn to his ears, revealing jagged, white fangs.
"Laughable ants." The malevolent voice was like sandpaper rubbing against a stone slab, with a teeth-grinding tremor. "The siren is nothing but bait I scattered among humans, yet you naively believe you can sever the threads?" He flicked his withered fingers, and black blood suddenly seeped from the bronze pillars around the altar. Countless dark figures crawled out of the blood—they were translucent humanoid monsters with ghostly green flames leaping in their empty eye sockets. Their fingernails were as sharp as scimitars, tearing through the air with a shriek with each swing.
Ye Jiuchen launched the first attack, his Dragon Roar Sword slicing through the thick black mist with golden light. Wherever the sword energy passed, the shadowy figures emitted a crisp sound like shattering glass, only to instantly reform in the bloody mist. Dongfang Wan'er's jade fingers danced, the Sea-Suppressing Pearl hovering above her head, its soft white light forming a shield around the ship's hull. But the shadowy figures liquefied, seeping into the shield's gaps, emitting a nauseating burnt smell upon contact with the light. Little White's fur stood on end, transforming into a streak of light as it weaved through the enemy ranks, its claws drawing blood droplets wherever they struck, yet the wounds healed at a visible speed.
The evil spirit stood atop the altar, laughing maniacally. His black robes billowed without wind, and countless black tentacles emerged from his sleeves, each tipped with a twisted human face. As he waved his hands, a crimson rainstorm descended from the sky, the rainwater corroding deep pits into the deck. Ye Jiuchen felt his spiritual energy circulating increasingly sluggishly. Cracks began to appear in Dongfang Wan'er's light shield, and Xiao Bai's fur was covered in wounds, the oozing blood being swallowed by the black shadow in mid-air.
Just as everyone was on the verge of collapse, the dragon pattern on Ye Jiuchen's arm suddenly burst into flames, burning him so intensely that he almost fainted. In a daze, he heard an ancient dragon's roar resounding deep within his soul, and memories flooded back—the supreme bloodline sealed by the ancient dragon race was awakening at this moment. He roared to the sky, and the Dragon Roar Sword erupted with a dazzling golden beam of light, its patterns transforming into the illusory image of a swimming dragon.
"Break!" Ye Jiuchen leaped into the sky, transforming into a golden meteor. Wherever the sword energy passed, space distorted and trembled, and countless dark figures vanished in the intense light. The evil spirit's laughter abruptly ceased. He tried in terror to escape into the black mist, only to find that the space around him was already imprisoned. The Dragon Roar Sword, carrying a world-destroying pressure, slashed down. The evil spirit let out a furious roar of resentment, and his body beneath the black robe disintegrated inch by inch, turning into a sky full of black ash.
However, the instant the evil spirits dissipated, an even stronger pulse emanated from the depths of the altar, and the runes on the bronze pillars all glowed with blood-red light. Ye Jiuchen staggered as he landed, the power from the dragon patterns rapidly fading. Gazing at the altar, now boiling over again, he knew this battle was far from over...