Douluo Dalu: The Abandoned Child

The Evil Spirit Orca King, a monstrous 100,000-year-old beast, loomed in the distance. Its colossal form cut through the icy mist, and its presence alone was suffocating. It exuded an aura of unparalleled malice and raw power.

Standing in front of Bei were two figures, his strongest allies in this battle: Liu Erlong and Dugu Xin. They turned to face each other, exchanging a silent nod of understanding. Then, they grasped hands firmly, their soul rings bursting into existence. They illuminated the frozen battlefield with a dazzling array of colors. Seven rings each, two yellow, two purple, and three black, emerged around them.

Bei's eyes widened in realization. He had his suspicions about their hidden card, but he wasn't sure until that moment. A mischievous wink from Liu Erlong was all the warning he got before a violent eruption of energy engulfed them.

A scorching blue light surged from Liu Erlong, while a toxic green aura radiated from Dugu Xin. The battlefield trembled beneath the immense pressure as their energies intertwined, swirling together in an intricate dance of fire and poison. The fusion was seamless, as though their souls had been waiting for this moment. Within seconds, their forms vanished, replaced by a towering creature of legends.

A dragon, titanic in stature, emerged from the swirling lights. Its scales shimmered with a deadly mix of green and blue, and its wings stretched wide, casting an overwhelming shadow over the ice. The air distorted around it, the combination of blistering heat and corrosive poison warping the atmosphere. A single beat of its wings sent shockwaves rippling across the battlefield, forcing even the strongest warriors to brace themselves. The Venomous Fire Dragon had descended.

Bei felt the overwhelming might radiating from the fusion, its sheer power rivaling that of a Titled Douluo. A chuckle escaped his lips, turning into a full-blown laugh as he took some steps back. "So that was your hidden card," he mused, eyes gleaming with excitement.

But there was no time to admire their strength, the Evil Spirit Orca King had arrived.

With a voice as deep as the abyss, the Orca King sneered. "Pitiful humans. You think a trick like this will save you? I have slaughtered thousands stronger than you! You are nothing but insects beneath my gaze!"

The dragon's response was immediate and violent. With a deafening roar, it lunged at the Orca King, its massive claws igniting with a hellish fusion of fire and poison. The moment they clashed, an earth-shattering explosion rocked the battlefield, sending shockwaves across the frozen expanse. Poisonous flames erupted upon impact, spreading like a living plague over the ice and forcing the lesser orcas to retreat in agony.

Bei, while continuing to cut down the remaining orcas with relentless precision, kept his gaze on the battle between the titans. His Devouring Domain stretched further, its invisible grasp reaching even the Orca King. He could sense it, his domain was weakening the monster, stealing its vitality. But it wasn't enough.

The Evil Spirit Orca King was a force of destruction incarnate. It retaliated with savage force, its massive tail sweeping across the ice, attempting to knock the dragon off balance. The Venomous Fire Dragon countered with a torrent of molten poison, the green and blue flames licking at the Orca King's flesh, burning and corroding in equal measure.

The beast roared in pain, its arrogance giving way to fury. "You dare wound me?! I am the king of these seas! You will die for this insolence!"

It launched forward, jaws wide, aiming to tear into the dragon's throat. But the dragon was faster. With a powerful beat of its wings, it ascended into the sky, avoiding the deadly bite. Then, without hesitation, it dove, twisting mid-air and slamming its tail onto the Orca King's back. The impact was devastating, sending cracks splintering through the ice below.

Yet the Orca King was relentless. It unleashed a piercing screech that reverberated through the battlefield, shattering ice and forcing the dragon momentarily back. Taking advantage of the moment, the beast launched itself upward, twisting its massive body and slamming into the dragon with full force. The dragon crashed onto the ice, its body sinking partially into the frozen sea.

"Did you really think you could defeat me?" the Orca King laughed, towering over the dragon. "You will all perish here! Your bones will sink to the bottom of the ocean, forgotten like all who dared to challenge me!"

The dragon growled lowly, eyes burning with defiance. It was tiring, the Spirit Fusion, while immensely powerful, had limits. They could not sustain this form indefinitely.

Bei could sense it too. He tightened his grip on his arm blades, cutting down another orca as he turned to see the fusion beginning to flicker. "They're reaching their limit…" he muttered. Time was running out.

With a final, desperate surge of power, the dragon launched itself at the Orca King one last time. The soul beast used one of his abilities and sent a giant red-colored slash from its tail, the two massive attacks collided in a blinding explosion. For a moment, it seemed as if they were equals, neither willing to fall.

Then the light faded.

The Spirit Fusion unraveled, leaving behind two exhausted figures, Liu Erlong and Dugu Xin. They collapsed onto the ice, breathing heavily, their bodies trembling from the strain. The Orca King, though heavily wounded, remained standing, panting but victorious.

A wicked grin spread across the beast's face. "Foolish humans," it sneered. "Your little trick has failed. And now, you will die." Its gaze locked onto Dugu Xin, the weaker of the two at this moment, and it lunged toward him, intending to finish him off.

Then, it happened.

In an instant, the air turned frigid. A pulse of cold pure killing intention washed over the battlefield, freezing everything in its path. The Orca King, mid-attack, was suddenly paralyzed, its body trembling. Every being on the battlefield felt it, an unrelenting pressure that sent shivers down their spines.

A voice, colder than death itself, was heard across the battlefield. "Asura Hell."