Mutual Defeat, Sole Victory
"Ice Empress, please calm down. This matter needs further consideration."
After saying this, Huo Yuhao refocused his attention on the God Sealing Platform in his hands.
He pondered for a moment, then slowly raised his right hand, gesturing a few times in the air with his index finger.
Wherever his fingertips traced, fine golden runes appeared out of thin air.
After hovering in the air for a moment, the runes fell one by one onto the surface of the God Sealing Platform.
The golden runes melted into the transparent outer wall the instant they touched it, just as silently as water droplets falling into water.
The crack in the air, which had been seeping outwards in wisps of cold energy, vanished Sisi after the last rune entered the God Sealing Platform; it had been temporarily sealed by Magic.
With a thought, Huo Yuhao stored the God Sealing Platform into the Undead Plane.
After doing all this, he finally turned his gaze to the Soul Douluo of the Body Sect in front of him.
If it were anyone else who dared to attack him, he wouldn't hesitate for a second; he would kill them with a single thought.
But the person in front of me is different.
Huo Yuhao had practiced the Body Secret Art ten thousand years later, so strictly speaking, he and the man in black before him were from the same lineage.
He remained silent for a moment, then finally just let out a soft hum.
"You're lucky."
As soon as he finished speaking, his fourth Soul Ring quietly lit up beneath his feet.
A black light flashed in the dimly lit corridor, and the Domain of Ten Thousand Thoughts Returning to Void quietly unfolded.
This ability not only allows one to detach from the target's Divine Power and emotions, but also to reach the deepest levels of consciousness.
Retrieving memories, rewriting cognition, and reshaping fragments is like putting pen to paper anew in a book already filled with words.
The moment the domain covered him, the man's dazed eyes slowly closed. His body stiffened for a moment before falling backward like a felled log, his head hitting the ground with a dull thud, and then he fell silent.
Huo Yuhao clapped his hands and said, "Done."
Huo Yuhao glanced at the Body Sect on the ground, then turned around and quickly returned along the way he came.
He quickly passed through the narrow passage and reappeared in the public hall of the Mingde Hall underground base, where the battle was nearing its end.
Most of the powerful figures from the Body Sect dressed in black were now gone from the hall.
Huo Yuhao scanned his surroundings and only caught a few scattered black-clad figures retreating swiftly and decisively towards the edge of the large hole.
He didn't know how these members of the Body Sect communicated with each other, but they clearly had a highly efficient means of communication and must have already received orders to retreat.
Xuan Ziwen was leaning against a wall, panting. There were several scratches on the surface of his Soul Tool Armor, indicating that he had gone through a tough fight, but he seemed to be unharmed.
Not long after, a figure appeared in the hall; it was none other than Jing Hongchen, the Mingde Hall.
His face was ashen, almost black, and his eyes, which usually shone with a hint of brilliance and enthusiasm, were now frighteningly red, with bloodshot veins bursting from them in anger.
He stood in the center of the hall, looking at the mess on the floor and the injured being helped away. His fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and he squeezed out a few words, one by one, through gritted teeth.
"Body Sect! Body Sect!"
Every word seemed to be forcibly ripped from the deepest part of his chest, carrying a gnashing hatred.
Since its establishment, Mingde Hall has never suffered such a severe blow.
After catching his breath for a few moments, he seemed to suddenly remember something, his bloodshot eyes narrowed abruptly, and his face became even more ashen.
He didn't even have time to say hello before turning around and walking quickly in another direction.
Huo Yuhao watched his retreating figure and roughly guessed where he had gone.
On the other side, Du Busi's expression was equally grim.
This time, almost all of the Body Sect's top leaders came out, but the losses in the battle just now far exceeded his expectations.
The power of the Soul Tool from the Sun Moon Imperial Soul Engineer Academy was far greater than he had anticipated.
However, the reason why Du Busi ordered a retreat was not because he could not withstand the casualties, but because someone had sent back news that the God Sealing Platform had been captured.
But at this moment, as he looked down at the disciple lying on the ground, his brow furrowed into a deep knot.
This disciple was the one who had just sent him the message that "the God Sealing Platform has been obtained," but now this man lay on the cold ground, his hands empty, and there was no trace of the God Sealing Platform on him.
The man was quickly awakened, and what he saw when he opened his eyes was Du Busi it was almost as if ink could drip from it.
He paused for a moment, then looked around. He recognized the faces of the elders, but for a moment he couldn't understand why he was lying there.
He jumped to his feet, instinctively blurting out, "How did I get here?"
Upon hearing this, Du Busi's anger surged to its peak as if a spoonful of hot oil had been poured over it.
"What are you doing here?!" His voice suddenly rose, a barely suppressed rage emanating from his rough tones. "I'm asking you, where is the God Sealing Platform?!"
The man trembled from the roar, instinctively shrinking his neck before raising his head and blinking blankly. "The God Sealing Platform?"
That bewildered expression, when seen by Du Busi, almost gave him the urge to slap him.
His face was filled with confusion and bewilderment, as if he were hearing the words "God Sealing Platform" for the first time.
At this moment, the surrounding elders also noticed something was amiss.
No matter what, the core objective of this operation is the God Sealing Platform; he shouldn't be looking like this.
At this moment, a middle-aged man stepped out from the crowd.
He was neither tall nor burly, but his head was unusually large, almost twice the size of a normal person's head, making him look like a giant-headed doll, which was indescribably strange.
This man's Lang Zhi, his title Shouyang, and his martial spirit was his enormous head.
Although Shouyang Douluo is not a pure Spirit Type Soul Master, his Divine Power is naturally much stronger than that of ordinary experts of the same level, as the Brain is the core component of the head.
He walked up to the still bewildered disciple and placed a hand on the disciple's head.
He closed his eyes, and his profound Divine Power, like an extremely fine thread, probed into the depths of the other's consciousness.
After a few breaths, he opened his eyes, turned to Du Busi and the other elders with a solemn expression, and spoke in a deep voice.
"His memories have been altered, the traces are very clean, the other party's Divine Power should far exceed mine, and the God Sealing Platform should have been taken by that person."
His words caused the brows of the people around him to furrow in unison. When did the Sun Moon Empire, these places that wield Soul Tool, produce someone with such powerful Divine Power?
Moreover, the other party seemed to have refrained from killing him for some reason; otherwise, with that person's powerful Divine Power, a single Mental Shock would have been enough to shatter this disciple's Spirit Sea.
Du Busi's face was ashen; he stood there, silent for a long time.
He slowly clenched his fists at his sides, his knuckles making a soft, cracking sound.
He had to admit that this operation was a complete failure.
Not only did they fail to obtain the God Sealing Platform, they also suffered heavy losses.
He took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.
He forcefully suppressed the surging anger in his chest, which eventually turned into a muffled snort.
"Retreat! The people of the Sun Moon Empire could catch up at any moment. If we don't leave now, we won't be able to escape."
The elders exchanged glances; although their faces all showed resentment, none of them voiced any objection.
Du Busi's judgment was correct. After all, the Body Sect was making its move within another country's territory. Once the Sun Moon Empire mobilized its army and even stronger Soul Engineer to surround them, their small force would not be able to withstand a war of attrition.