The Blood God Legion was stationed at an extremely high altitude, deep within a continuous mountain range. By regulation, one could only climb it with one's physical body.
This was naturally nothing to Su Ming. Although the mountainside onward was covered in ice and snow, it was far better than the Extreme North Land.
After climbing for about a day and a night, Su Ming finally reached the summit.
The entire mountaintop seemed to have been sliced flat, forming an enormous platform. A legion was stationed at its center, with densely packed barracks covering a considerable area. There were sentry posts around it, but no watchtowers.
This place was at least six thousand meters above sea level, utterly unsuitable for human survival. If one was not a Soul Master, even living normally here would be difficult.
In other words, nearly everyone in the Blood God Legion was a Soul Master.
Su Ming sighed with emotion, composed himself, and headed toward this sacred legion—one he found difficult to criticize.
This legion guarded the Abyss Passage and had protected the continent for six thousand years. Soldiers fell every moment in the struggle against the Abyss. That alone earned it the respect of every Life on Douluo Star.
He had not walked far before a warning rose in his heart. Twenty meters ahead, four figures emerged from the snow, each holding a special Soul Tool Ray Gun.
They approached Su Ming without a word and patted him down from head to toe. After checking him, they asked him for his letter of recommendation.
Su Ming smiled and handed it over.
When the four soldiers saw Su Ming's recommendation letter, they exchanged looks.
For a moment, they were stuck in an awkward silence.
If it had been an ordinary recruit enlisting, the recruit's assessment