Tang Hao let out a cold laugh and sidestepped the dragon claw. At the same time, he circulated his Soul Power, and a pale golden defensive barrier instantly appeared around him. "You want to beat me? Not a chance!" He swung the Clear Sky Hammer hard, slamming it toward Yu Yuanzhen's shoulder with the force of blazing flames and forcing Yu Yuanzhen to defend himself in a hurry.
Just as the two were locked in a fierce stalemate, hurried footsteps suddenly sounded in the distance. Tang Hao and Yu Yuanzhen stopped fighting at the same time and turned to look. The Spirit Hall team was hurrying toward them, led by Ghost Douluo. When he spotted the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass in the crevice, a flash of delight crossed his eyes. He sneered, "I never expected to find such a treasure here. It seems Spirit Hall will leave with a full haul today!"
Yu Yuanzhen's expression changed. He knew he was no match for Ghost Douluo, so he could only glare resentfully at Tang Hao before ordering his disciples, "Retreat!" Tang Hao also realized the odds were against them. Clutching the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass, he quickly withdrew with his disciples. Spirit Hall was too powerful; fighting head-on would only leave them worse off. Protecting the Immortal Herb was what mattered.
Ghost Douluo watched them leave but made no attempt to pursue them. Instead, he walked over to the crevice and picked up the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass, a smug smile curling his lips. "With this Immortal Herb, His Holiness the Pope will surely be pleased." With that, he led his team toward the next secret realm.
Unlike the fierce struggle in the Extreme North Ice Plains, the contest in the Deep Sea Volcanic Belt was fraught with silent peril. The