Chapter 193: The Alien Soul Replicated and Extracted

The sky split open, dazzling light bursting forth like the sudden glare of a new sun, piercing the chaotic darkness.

People looked up in terror. The heavens were occupied by thousands of colossal dragons, each radiating apocalyptic power. No longer content with intimidation, they began their merciless slaughter. Each dragon bore a unique form, exuding destructive majesty. Whirlwind dragons churned the air into massive cyclones, tearing the earth apart. Thunder dragons roared, their lightning splitting the sky like a blade. Water serpents cascaded down, creating towering waves that consumed all. Blue flame dragons incinerated the void, scorching the land with searing heat. Ice dragons descended like eternal winter, freezing time and space. Ghost dragons emanated an eerie presence, devouring everything around them into oblivion.

It was like a rain of millions of meteors, dazzling yet destructive, magnificent but despair-inducing. Dragons crashed to the earth, leaving destruction in their wake. Fires consumed the ground, rivers evaporated under lightning strikes, ice shards scattered like deadly blades, and tornados slashed through all. No one could escape, and no one was spared.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Explosions shook the heavens, the ground trembling as if the very foundation of the world was being uprooted. Each dragon seemed a harbinger of death, relentlessly reaping lives.

One watcher desperately dodged, but his efforts proved futile. As he raised his arm, a ferocious water dragon serpent plunged down, its sharp fangs severing his limb in an instant. He let out a harrowing scream. "No! My hand! I can't feel my hand!" His soul was ripped apart in the dragon's jaws, and his presence vanished in an instant, his body falling like a withered flower.

Elsewhere, other watchers fell one by one under the dragons' onslaught. Their struggles, their roars of anger, were futile against the overwhelming power. A thunder dragon pierced one through the chest, lightning shattering his soul into fragments. Another watcher was incinerated to ash alongside the earth by a blue flame dragon's fiery dive.

The dragons did not relent. Thousands upon thousands rampaged across the battlefield, turning it into a hellish inferno. Their deafening roars and frenzied movements brought calamity with every strike.

At this moment, the world seemed to crumble. The sky lost its azure hue, the earth its solidity, and life its vitality. The dragons, bearing the fury of heaven itself, annihilated everything in their path, reducing the land to a vision of hell. Every moment was a symphony of death; every dragon's shadow, a symbol of apocalypse.

"This... is hell..." someone whispered in their final moment, their voice trembling with despair.

Suspended in midair, Shingin resembled an emissary of the underworld, his expression cold and detached. The purple-golden light reflected on his face, making him appear even more fearsome. He gazed indifferently at the devastation below, as if it were unrelated to him, merely an outlet for his inner wrath.

Shingin's icy gaze bore into the scorched, dragon-ravaged wasteland beneath him. The relentless destruction raged on like a tempest, consuming the last traces of vitality from the land. "Destroy it all... Reduce it all to nothing—without them, this world..." His voice was low and frigid, carrying an unyielding authority.

A sharp scream pierced through the cacophony of destruction: "It's not the world—!!!"

The voice, hoarse and urgent, carried an unmistakable fury and defiance, like a blade stabbing into Shingin's cold heart.

Countless dragons roared and rampaged, their destructive power fracturing the world's very map. They showed no discrimination, attacking everything in sight, their sole purpose seemingly to obliterate all.

Riyugi knelt on the ground, trembling as she witnessed the devastation. Tears streamed down her face, but no sound escaped her lips. She could only watch helplessly.

Kaga stood, her fear slowly replaced by a mocking smile. Regaining her composure, she crossed her arms and smirked:

"Heh heh heh..." She chuckled softly, as if everything was within her grasp. "Shingin, the stronger you become, the happier I am because..."

Before she could finish, a figure streaked upward like a gale, confronting Shingin directly in the sky. It was Watcher 16, his body shrouded in an aura of azure energy, exuding an icy chill. The purple-golden storm clashed violently with the watery force surrounding him, creating deafening reverberations.

Riyugi stared at Watcher 16, confusion flooding her expression. "Who... is he? Why does his aura feel..."

She couldn't complete the thought, but the suffocating familiarity struck her. Watcher 16's presence bore a resemblance to Shingin's!

Kaga noticed Riyugi's bewilderment, smirking triumphantly. She lowered her gaze to meet Riyugi's tear-filled eyes. "Confused, dear sister? Allow me to enlighten you."

She raised her chin slightly, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "We've gone to great lengths for this moment. We successfully extracted Shingin's essence and infused it into Watcher 16. His power was already extraordinary, but now, with Shingin's abilities, he too is an Alien Soul."

Riyugi's eyes widened in shock. "You... you used Shingin's soul to create an Alien Soul?!"

"Surprised?" Kaga laughed, her voice dripping with mockery. "For eons, no one has mastered soul cultivation? Look, we've not only shattered Shingin's mind but also ensured he sees his power surpassed and controlled by another. Isn't it poetic?"

She spread her arms theatrically. "Even if Shingin loses control, I can still manipulate the stage. And while I'm at it, I'll crush him further, turning his strength into my plaything."

Her expression darkened, and her voice turned cold. "Can you imagine it? A helpless, insignificant being, trampled upon, rising to become your nightmare. Such irony, isn't it?"

Riyugi clenched her fists, tears streaming down her face, her fury blazing. "You're insane..."

"Insane?" Kaga scoffed. "No, the real lunatics are those who dare to oppose me!"

Meanwhile, the tension between Watcher 16 and Shingin had reached its peak. Shingin's icy gaze burned with murderous intent, the purple-golden energy around him growing increasingly volatile. Watcher 16, unfazed by the pressure, stared back, exuding a cold indifference.

"Come, Shingin," Watcher 16 challenged, his voice low and taunting. "Show me your strength—let's see how much your Alien Soul is truly worth."