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Zhu Yanfeng narrowed his eyes. "From the sound of that, you and Barton weren't just ordinarily close in the past. You could be considered his confidant, couldn't you?"
"Confidant..." Dou Jing's cracked lips spat out those two words, and the floodgates of memory were burst open by the question.
Twenty-one years ago, at the Soul Crystal Mine Pit.
The shrieks of the Thousand Year Crystal Scorpions were like whetstones from hell, scraping against the eardrums and nerves of the survivors.
Dou Jing, then Deputy Battalion Commander of the Soul Hunting Department, had Soul Power that was as depleted as a dying lamp. His back was against an ice-cold rock wall, and behind him were the members of the squadron under his command, likewise covered in wounds and on the brink of despair.
His vision was filled with dark-red carapaces and eerie-blue venomous pincers, and the stench of death was so thick it could not be dispersed.
"Old Dou! Duck!" a furious roar exploded.
A figure covered in deep-brown Rock Scale Armor charged in with a savage aura, like a humanoid giant rhinoceros, and slammed hard into the three Thousand Year Crystal Scorpions lunging at Dou Jing!
At that moment, the phantom of a giant crocodile flashing with a cold metallic gleam raised its head and roared behind Barton. The heavy, ferocious Crocodile Tail Hammer swung in a full arc, forcibly tearing open a bloody, mangled gap in the surging tide of Crystal Scorpions.
"Go!" Barton's hand was like an iron pincer as he grabbed the nearly spent Dou Jing and, using every ounce of strength in his body, hurled him hard toward the relatively safe high platform behind them.
Squelch!
Just as Dou Jing's body flew through the air, a crystalline scorpion tail stinger,