As they spoke, the two had already reached the outskirts of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Eyes.
The air was still thick with a bloody scent that had yet to dissipate, along with the lingering aftermath of agitated Soul Power. Clearly, an intense battle had just ended.
A middle-aged man with long pale-green hair and a somewhat sinister expression stood before the enormous corpse of a Medusa. (That was how it was in the comic; I hadn't watched the animation.)
Medusa's head had been shattered. A profound black Soul Ring floated above it, while dense green energy gathered at the break in its skull, condensing into a crystal clear skull Soul Bone.
This man was none other than the future Poison Douluo—Dugu Bo!
He had just gone through a fierce battle and successfully slain this powerful Spirit Beast, preparing to advance to Soul Douluo.
Just as he was secretly delighted and about to collect the Soul Bone and absorb the Soul Ring, a surge of alertness abruptly seized him!
He whipped his head around, a flicker of shock passing through his cloudy eyes. "Who could ignore the natural poisonous miasma here?"
Looking closely, he saw a man and a woman approaching at an unhurried pace.
A gentle azure glow surrounded them like an invisible barrier, effortlessly keeping the poisonous miasma at bay.
The man possessed a calm, imposing bearing, while the woman was graceful and ethereal.
"A high-level Soul Saint... and a Soul Ancestor?" Dugu Bo's heart sank, bitterness rising at the corners of his mouth.
His Soul Power was nearly depleted, with less than twenty percent remaining.
Facing these newcomers, forget protecting the Soul Bone—even absorbing the Soul Ring had become a distant hope. Forcing the absorption would be no different from suicide!
The other party only needed