Ling Yun silently approached the entrance of the valley, concealed himself behind an ice boulder, and looked outside.
On the snowfield beyond the valley, two groups were engaged in a fierce battle.
One side consisted of three men dressed in white martial attire, their auras fierce and imposing. Judging by their Martial Souls and soul skills, they were likely members of Spirit Hall's enforcement squad, all at the Soul Emperor level. The leader's Soul Power had even reached level sixty-eight. His Martial Soul was a flaming longsword, and his attacks were sharp and vicious.
But their opponent made Ling Yun's gaze narrow.
She was a young woman in a light purple dress. Her features were breathtaking, yet her face was pale, and blood stained the corner of her lips. Relying on nimble footwork and an eerie vine Martial Soul carrying the aura of death, she was struggling to hold on. Two yellow and one purple soul rings revolved beneath her feet—she was clearly a Soul Elder.
It was actually Dugu Yan! Why was she here? And why was she being hunted?
Behind Dugu Yan lay an unconscious young man. It was Yu Tianheng! His body was covered in wounds, and his breathing was weak. He had clearly suffered severe injuries.
"Dugu Yan, stop resisting!" the Soul Emperor-level enforcement captain sneered. "Hand over the Netherworld Poison Pearl and return to Spirit Hall with us for questioning. Perhaps we'll spare your life! Otherwise, today will be the day you and Yu Tianheng die!"
The Netherworld Poison Pearl? Ling Yun's heart stirred. It seemed to be an extremely rare poison-type treasure. It contained deadly poison, but it was also enormously beneficial to poison-type soul masters. So Spirit Hall was hunting Dugu Yan and Yu Tianheng for this thing.
"Never!" Dugu Yan gritted her