Hope for the Ninth Soul Ring

When Yu Xiaoheng fled, Austen Griffin's enormous body instantly turned into a streak of purple light and rushed into the spatial rift right after him.

It was going to chase him down.

No matter what that world was, it would devour this human.

Inside the Spatial Passage.

Yu Xiaoheng shuttled forward at high speed.

Though he looked wretched, his eyes were utterly clear.

The Soul Power within him, under the circulation of the Golden Dragon Element Body Refinement Method, was recovering at an astonishing speed.

The fifth soul ring.

That Black Soul Ring representing the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger flickered silently in the darkness.

Element Absorption.

This Spirit Skill produced no fluctuation outside his body.

Instead, inside his meridians, it turned into a miniature storm vortex.

The vortex madly devoured the Destruction Energy scattered through the passage, converting it into the purest Soul Power and nourishing Yu Xiaoheng's body.

His injuries healed in the blink of an eye.

But he still maintained the disguise of a withered aura.

Behind him, Austin Griffin was getting closer and closer.

That sulfurous stench had once again enveloped his back.

"Run, then. The faster you run, the more miserable your death will be."

From one of Austin Griffin's heads came an obscure mental fluctuation.

It was a kind of lofty mockery.

Yu Xiaoheng ignored it.

He only lowered his head and pushed forward.

At last.

The view ahead suddenly opened wide.

Wind and snow came howling toward him.

The cold wind of the Far North, mixed with bone-piercing ice and snow, slapped against Yu Xiaoheng's face.

He rushed out of the Spatial Passage.

He had returned to Douluo Continent.

This was the depths of the Far North.

All around him were boundless glaciers and snowy plains.

Yu Xiaoheng landed on the ice, staggered,