Douluo: Manifesting the Black Abyss and White Flower at the Start-Chapter 333 - 332: Bi Ji's Misgivings

On Shrek's south wall, soul shells whistled toward the beast tide; silver soul rays streaked like lightning, striking beast weak points with precision.
For a time, heaven and earth were shrouded in the radiance of soul skills and soul tools. Roars, explosions, beast screams, and soldier shouts wove together into a brutal, tragic symphony of war.
"We're going in!"
Yan Shaozhe roared. Golden radiance surged around him as he once more became a luminous phoenix with a wingspan over a hundred meters, shooting skyward.
As nine soul rings lit in sequence around him, he beat his wings; countless feathers wreathed in sacred flame poured down like a meteor shower.
Those holy flames held extreme heat. Any beast they touched ignited madly; even ten-thousand-year beasts turned to ash within a few breaths.
Following his lead, Xian Lin'er, Cai Mei'er, and other powerhouses struck as well.
Xian Lin'er released her Blueflame Dragon martial soul; azure fire coiled about her. In true body state, she became a massive blueflame dragon. With each sweep of her wings, cyan infernos stormed forth, leaving charred husks in their wake.
Cai Mei'er wielded the Dragon-Sundering Spear; razor gunlight cut crisscross through the beast ranks, every sweep drawing a spray of blood.
Her movements were elegant yet lethal, like dancing a waltz of death on the battlefield.
Even the ever-gentle Elder Zhuang released his Ancient Tree of Life martial soul; thick vines burst from the ground to bind and strangle the beasts at the front.
Elder Lin plunged directly into the tide; with her palms weaving, astral winds flowed, and beasts she struck weathered away into fine black ash.
The entire southern wall became a bloody grinder. Every minute, soul beasts fell in droves.
"Impudent!"
The beasts would not allow human Title Douluo to slaughter their kin unchecked.
A thunderous roar boomed like a sky-splitting crack. A dark-gold Dreadclaw Bear over thirty meters tall burst out of the tide.
His body was covered in dark-golden fur that gleamed metallically in the dim light. His golden claws flashed with chilling light—this was Bear Lord, sixth among the Ten Great Savage Beasts.
He swung those claws that could rend mountains and rivers; five golden claw lights ripped like blades through the sky, crossing thousands of meters in an instant to slash at Yan Shaozhe's phoenix.
Yan Shaozhe's pupils tightened. He beat his wings to dodge, but one claw light still grazed his left wing.
Golden feathers scattered; the holy flames dimmed. He grunted, blood at his lips, wavering in midair before stabilizing.
Meanwhile, the earth heaved. Roots as thick as giant pythons tore up from below.
Scaled in dark green, their tips shaped like spears, they shrieked through the air at Xian Lin'er, Cai Mei'er, and the others.
Where they passed, the ground split in great cracks—this was the Myriad Demon King, the Bewitching-Eye Demonic Tree, ranked fifth among the Ten Great Savage Beasts.
As a plant-type fiend, he could control all flora within several kilometers, turning the entire battlefield into his domain.
"Boom!"
A pillar of flame over ten meters wide suddenly blasted skyward from within the tide, heat so intense it melted rock into molten lava.
The pillar, brimming with annihilating power, hammered toward Shrek's wall.
Boom!
It slammed into the pale-blue barrier formed by soul tools with an earth-shaking detonation.
The shield rippled violently, waves of light flickering uncertainly, nearly shattering on the spot.
The one who unleashed that terrifying pillar was a crimson giant hound with three heads—the Scarlet King, the Three-Headed Crimson Demon Mastiff, ranked eighth among the Ten Great Savage Beasts.
With over two hundred thousand years of cultivation, his destructive power was immense; every strike carried world-rending force.
Farther back, a purple-black radiance formed a massive vortex in the air.
Soul shells and silver rays from Shrek that neared the vortex were swallowed in an instant, vanishing without a trace.
Beneath the vortex, a demon dragon covered in purple-black scales beat enormous wings. Her gaze was icy; her aura reeked of darkness and death—this was Zi Ji, the Hell Demon Dragon King, ranked ninth among the Ten Great Savage Beasts.
Her darkness attribute could devour all energy attacks—an absolute nemesis to light-based skills.
At the very rear of the battlefield, a jade-green brilliance poured down from the horizon like a canopy, a spring rain that bathed the entire beast tide.
Wounded beasts healed at a speed visible to the naked eye within that light; charred fur shed its scars, gashes to the bone knit swiftly shut.
At the same time, all beast auras swelled by more than thirty percent; their speed and strength rose noticeably.
The one casting that sacred radiance was Bi Ji with her emerald hair.
She spread vast jade wings, hands joined before her chest, eyes full of pity and reluctance—even as she continued to release healing and enhancement.
Though she ranked fourth among the Ten Great Savage Beasts and lacked peak frontal power, her healing and support were among the strongest on the entire Douluo Continent.
With her support from the rear, the beast tide's offensive became even more ferocious and unstoppable.
Boom, boom, boom!
Explosions never ceased. Outside Shrek's walls had already become a blood-soaked purgatory.
Soul shells burst in fire and smoke, blasting beasts into pieces.
Even so, the tide did not stop. More beasts trampled their comrades' still-warm bodies, charging the seemingly fragile yet stubborn soul barrier.
Their eyes gleamed with insane red light, heedless of casualties—bestial nature had wholly seized them.
Yan Shaozhe looked at the beasts surging like a flood below, then up at the black dragon in the clouds that still had not truly struck, and a growing unease gripped his heart.
Just Bi Ji, Bear Lord, the Myriad Demon King, and the others already had them on their heels. If the Beast God Di Tian took the field himself, who among Shrek could stand?
Emerald Swan healing waves fell like unending spring rain, bathing the battlefield.
Beasts blasted down and grievously wounded by soul cannons healed visibly; in barely ten breaths they could stand again, eyes still feverish as they charged Shrek once more.
"Humans… have you developed to this extent?"
Suspended in the air, Bi Ji watched soul shells and silver rays blanket the land. Countless beasts were blown to pieces before they even neared a hundred meters of the wall. Shock filled her emerald eyes; her face grew ever darker.
She had opposed launching the beast tide from the start.
The soul beast race was already in decline; every large-scale battle depleted their very foundation.
But Di Tian had issued the order under the name of "the Lord." No soul beast in Star Dou Forest had the right to disobey—she could only comply.
Now, seeing the power of Shrek's soul tools, her faint resistance fully faded.
Soul beasts had curled up in the Star Dou Forest for years; their knowledge of the outside world had fallen behind. She had thought that only humans with powerful martial souls and skills threatened soul beasts.
Now it seemed even ordinary humans without soul power, armed with enough soul tools, could endanger the race's survival.
These cold metal creations were more terrifying than any soul skill. They required no training, no talent—just a pulled trigger to take a beast's life.
Known among soul beasts for her pacifism, Bi Ji, for once, found herself agreeing with the necessity of this war.
She understood the Douluo Continent's space was limited. The faster humans advanced, the more prosperous their civilization, the more resources and land they occupied—and the less room there would be for soul beasts.
If humanity continued developing unchecked, the soul beast race would be eliminated by the times, facing extinction in the end.
Rather than wait to die, better to fight now, while they still had strength, to carve out a path for their kin.
The realization pained Bi Ji, but the healing light in her hands shone even brighter.
For the future of the soul beasts, she had no choice but to fight.
"Hmph!"
Above the clouds, the sky-blotting black dragon slowly spread its massive wings. Each scale was like meticulously carved black jade, glinting with icy light in the dim day.
The gale raised by his unfurling wings swept the smoke below clean, revealing a ravaged earth.
He lifted a foreclaw; five sharp talons gave a light tear—and the void split like fragile silk into a pitch-black seam.
Darkness elements in the vicinity boiled wildly, surging to his talons as if summoned, condensing into a suffocating, terrible energy.
The ripple of that power instantly drew every Title Douluo's gaze below; a shadow fell over each heart.