PDLP Chapter 123 Stripping Basong of His Talent
Chapter 123 Stripping Basong of His Talent
The world-destroying tsunami that will cover the entire Dragon Palace has completed its final charge.
The [Eden Healing] shield that Su Yunqing had erected was covered with spiderweb-like cracks and was emitting a mournful cry of unbearable strain.
This was a brutal, deadly strike that had never been seen even in an S+ level secret realm.
Zhao Leiguang crossed his two shields in front of his chest, unleashing the yellow light of the Earth Pulse Set to its maximum.
Xiao Qianyu gripped the Red Lotus Goddess Spear tightly, her muscles tense, prepared to perish together with it.
Despair, like the pressure of the deep sea, squeezes the nerves of everyone.
Basong's wild laughter echoed throughout the Dragon Palace, savoring this final moment of judgment.
"Struggle! Before the power of the gods, you are nothing but slightly stronger insects!"
Just then, an unusually calm voice clearly reached the ears of every team member through the tactical communication channel.
Hang in there.
It's Lu Yan.
"wait."
There is only one word.
But this word acted like a stabilizing force, abruptly halting the desperate attack that the entire first squad was about to unleash.
Facing the vast ocean that was about to overturn, Lu Yan raised his hand.
There was no chanting, no magic circle.
The Void Disc, disguised as a black wooden pendant, on his waist lit up silently.
It was neither light nor darkness; it was more like a small space being carved out of thin air, leaving only an absolute "nothingness".
Target: Basong.
In the distance, Basong, who was holding up a black conch shell with a distorted face, suddenly stopped laughing.
The world around him instantly lost all color and sound. The ornately decorated dragon palace, the roaring golden dragon, the first squad that he saw as terrified and desperate... everything turned into faded, abstract lines, then was pulled and folded inward by an incomprehensible and irresistible force.
He wasn't dragged down by a force; rather, the "reality" he was in was forcibly cut off from the canvas of the world.
His spiritual connection with the black conch was cleanly severed by this "cutting" from a higher dimension.
The world-destroying tsunami that had gathered all the water elements of the Dragon Palace lost its final command and collapsed like a giant whose skeleton had been removed!
The water curtain covering the sky disintegrated, turning into billions of tons of raging torrents that swept wildly in all directions.
boom--!
The raging torrent of water slammed into the shield of the first squad. Su Yunqing groaned as the shield shattered, but the deadly, targeted attack was ultimately neutralized.
At the same moment, Basong found himself in a place where there was nothing at all.
There is no up, down, left, or right; no time or space; only pure, maddening "nothingness".
[Warning: You have entered the 'nothingness' space.]
[The decree is being executed...]
[Removing your talent... Talent 'Seaborn Body' successfully removed.]
[Retrieving your level... Level -1, Level -1, Level -1...]
He could "see" his character panel rapidly regressing, his hard-earned experience points and attribute points turning into pure energy specks, being drawn away and devoured by this space. The flowing scales on his body also lost their energy support, turning into pools of rusty liquid that peeled off his body.
It all happened in less than a second.
When Basong was "spit" back into the Dragon Palace, he had gone from a near-top-tier powerhouse back to a weak being even weaker than an ordinary person.
Before he could even comprehend what was happening, he plunged headfirst into the sea below.
Then, he saw it.
Around him, hundreds and thousands of tiny, half-meter-tall flame-shaped jelly balls had gathered, swaying and wobbling.
Their orange-red bodies shimmered in the water, and their tiny, beady eyes were all focused on this newly appeared target.
Looking at the orange-red "ocean" on the surveillance screen, Lin Chuxue finally understood what Lu Yan's seemingly "useless" actions were all for.
"So... these bombs were prepared for him."
The moment Basong fell into the water, the chain reaction of the [self-destruction] was triggered.
puff.
A fire elemental charged headlong into him, exploding into a small ball of sparks.
The damage was negligible.
But then...
Puff puff puff puff puff puff—
Like firecrackers being lit, hundreds and thousands of fire elements surged forward fearlessly.
A series of dense, insignificant yet continuous explosions rang out around him. Each explosion drained a large amount of his health.
True damage, ignores all defenses.
Basong, who had been so arrogant just moments before, couldn't even utter a scream. His consciousness was completely extinguished in this series of small but deadly explosions.
Finally, with a soft sound, it turned into ashes scattered across the sky.
Ding ding ding—
The rules of the secret realm determined that he was dead, and a dazzling light burst forth.
All his equipment, including the black conch shell, the tattered scale armor, and several unidentified ornaments, fell out and gleamed alluringly in the water.
The crisis is temporarily over.
Before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, an even more painful and frantic roar shook the entire Dragon Palace.
After being forcibly controlled by the conch and then its connection was abruptly severed, the Dragon Soul of Zhenhai fell into complete mental chaos.
Those golden dragon eyes lost all focus, leaving only a pure, indiscriminate desire for destruction.
It began attacking everything living thing within its field of vision.
Zhao Leiguang had just raised his shield, preparing to meet a new wave of attacks.
The anticipated attack did not occur.
The dragon, driven mad, circled in the water, completely ignoring the first squad that was right in front of it, and instead spewed a destructive dragon breath towards the other side of the Dragon Palace.
Boom!
From the other side of the distant palace, came the sound of a violent explosion and the shattering of an energy shield, mixed with several angry shouts in different languages.
Xiao Qianyu immediately pulled up the tactical map, where she saw several energy signals that did not belong to China flashing rapidly on the other side of the map, before fading away one by one.
"It's a team from another country," she said, her voice tinged with urgency, as if afraid the treasure would be taken back.
"They have an energy response similar to that of the conch shell."
The White Eagle Empire clearly gave Basong more than just one "divine gift".
Now, these "allies" who harbor imperial ambitions and seek to reap the benefits have instantly become the new and only target of hatred for Zhenhai Dragon Soul because of the indelible aura of "divine" on them.
Dragons are proud and hate those who control them. Now that they are out of control, they will naturally seek revenge.