Panlong: Transcending from the Dominator of the Water System

Chapter 52 Yag's Crisis, Hurley's Fury

"not good!"

Alfred's expression changed drastically. Feeling the pressure emanating from the main artifact, he decisively activated the power of the main god within his body.

Alfred felt a pang of heartache. As the gatekeeper, he had been granted the power of the Supreme God, but only a drop. To continue obtaining the power of the Supreme God, he had to successfully stop enough intruders to receive the reward.

However, the next second, Alfred's pupils shrank, because a purple halo also appeared on the other party's body, and then the power of the main god began to dissipate.

"Are these messengers of the main god so wealthy?"

Alfred cursed inwardly, but his hands moved quickly. After swinging his spear, hundreds of purple spear shadows appeared instantly, attacking Yag from all directions.

"Is that all you have?"

Yag sneered, and the golden patterns on his body suddenly shone brightly. Then, more than a dozen golden rays shot into the sky, breaking through the spear shadows and enveloping Alfred.

Innate Divine Power - Purple-Gold Cage!
The golden pillar of light seemed to transform into a giant prison, instantly trapping Alfred inside. At the same time, a strong electric current surged within the prison, and a numbing sensation enveloped Alfred's entire body.

"you!"

Alfred immediately felt intense pain coursing through his body, and then the spear in his hand slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground.

As Hurley's son, Yag can also use the Thunder Giant's innate supernatural power. The Purple Gold Cage can trap enemies while releasing a strong electric current attack. The only drawback is that the cage's defensive power is not strong, much weaker than Reis Crystal's Purple Crystal Barrier.

"Shh!"

The next second, the innate divine power dissipated, the golden pillar of light gradually disappeared, and Yag's figure was solemn and thunderous, the long whip in his hand striking Alfred hard.

"Roar!"

Alfred's body instantly transformed into a giant war eagle, its crimson eyes flashing, and a blood-red halo appeared on its body, barely avoiding a fatal blow.

"Chichi~~"

As the sound of wings being torn apart rang out, Alfred was covered in a large amount of blood, and then quickly distanced himself.

"I lost, you can go to the next level!"

Alfred spoke in a cold voice, a look of resentment flashing in his eyes, but he dared not say anything more.

"Hmm? You actually managed to dodge it. That divine power just now seemed to contain a trace of the power of death."

Yag was somewhat surprised to see that Alfred was still alive. He then narrowed his eyes, recalled what had just happened, and thought of a possibility.

"You are a soul mutant!"

A glint of light flashed in Yag's eyes as he spoke with certainty: just a moment ago, Alfred's speed and strength had suddenly increased, having been infused with a trace of the power of death.

As a powerful being with three divine avatars, Yag naturally envied the soul mutation. Sometimes he even fantasized that if his soul mutated, his father would find him a main godhood so that he could merge with the main god.

"You can go to the next floor now, I won't stop you."

Alfred was startled, but he didn't say anything, only telling Yag that he could leave.

Alfred is indeed a dual-soul mutant. He was lucky enough to survive a life-or-death crisis a million years ago and mutated. This is one of his many hidden trump cards.

However, his talent was not good enough. After trying for a long time to fuse with the profound mysteries of the alien laws, he could only barely reach the level of a seven-star demon. Therefore, the only boost to his strength from the soul mutation was the fusion with divine power.

"Even if I kill you, I can still go to the next level."

Yag snorted coldly, and once again swung his long whip, which transformed into an electric snake as it rushed towards Alfred.

"You, you're going too far."

Alfred's expression changed drastically in an instant. A huge phantom of a war eagle appeared behind him, letting out a terrifying roar.

A gigantic purple lightning war eagle appeared, its blood-red eyes fixed on Yag, and purple light formed a unique ripple that spread outwards.

Innate magical power——Purple thunder sound wave!
As a lightning-type divine beast, the Purple Lightning Warhawk, Alfred's innate divine power can directly attack the opponent's soul. In an instant, Yag's body stiffened slightly as special heaven and earth energy rushed into his sea of ​​souls.

However, in an instant, Yag returned to normal, though his face was slightly pale. While the Purple Lightning Warhawk's innate abilities were powerful, they were far from enough to kill him; at most, they only slightly affected him. "Die!"

After regaining his senses, Yag's eyes were filled with killing intent, and the purple whip spiraled outwards towards Alfred.

"Damn it, if you try to kill me, I won't let you get away with it!"

Alfred's eyes turned bloodshot, and then he closed them. In the face of life and death, he felt that he had found a glimmer of inspiration for the rules of death.

"Om~~"

The next second, Alfred's eyes snapped open, his pupils turning purple and blood red, and two semi-transparent beams of light shot out at incredible speed toward Yag's body.

In the next instant, the purple whip retracted, Alfred's body was shredded, and his two divine cores fell to the ground.

At the same time, Alfred's final attack surged into the depths of Yag's spiritual sea.

"Playing tricks, huh?"

Yag's originally calm face turned deathly pale the moment Alfred's attack entered his mind.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the terrifying crimson and purple energies merged, instantly shredding Yag's soul to shreds.

"Damn it, how can his attacks be so strong?"

Yag desperately mobilized his soul power to stop it, but it felt like a drop in the ocean.

At the critical moment of life and death, Alfred made a new breakthrough, further merging the rules of death and the laws of lightning. He finally unleashed a soul attack that was in no way inferior to a peak Asura. Yag had just been attacked on the soul by the Purple Lightning War Eagle's innate divine power and was powerless to resist at this moment.

"Chichi~~"

The divine power within Yag's body began to stagnate, forming streaks of purple lightning around him. Then, spatial rifts appeared, and Yag's body slowly entered the spatial turbulence.

Meanwhile, in the Thunder God Realm, a blue-haired man named Yag suddenly stood up, his eyes filled with rage.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Yag quickly transformed into a streak of light and rushed towards Hurley's residence.

"Huh? Yag, why are you here so soon? What happened?"

When Hurley saw his son coming over, he was taken aback and asked with some confusion.

thump!
Yag knelt down immediately, his voice filled with grief as he spoke:
"Father, my clone is likely to perish!"

boom!
Hurley instantly unleashed a terrifying pressure, standing up abruptly with an undisguised killing intent in his eyes.

"What did you say? Who did it? Didn't you go to the Graveyard of the Gods? Could it be, Hope?!"

Hurley's voice became much hoarse, containing a terrifying, thunderous rage.

“Father, in the graveyard of the gods, I…”

Yag was startled and briefly recounted the whole incident.

"In other words, your clone did not perish, but was on the verge of death after being attacked by a soul and is now in the spatial turbulence."

Hurley's expression softened slightly, but he still gritted his teeth and continued to ask.

"Yes, Father, but given the condition of my clone, I'm afraid there's no chance of it surviving."

Yag gritted his teeth, suppressing his anger as he continued speaking.

"Find your clone first!"

Hurley grabbed Yag's water god clone, then tore open a spatial rift and entered the spatial turbulence.

(End of this chapter)