Su Yuntao and Yang Wudi, who had rushed into Hell Road, didn't let their guard down. They continued retreating at full speed.
Sure enough, a terrifying blaze quickly spread into Hell Road. But powerful as the flames were, distance ultimately defeated them.
Su Yuntao and Yang Wudi sat on the ground, panting heavily.
"Little Monster, this Fire Dragon is unbelievably powerful. The final trial of Hell Road is far too difficult."
Su Yuntao took out some jerky and rice wine and tossed them to Yang Wudi. "Old Yang, what level do you think this Fire Dragon's strength is?"
Yang Wudi took a long swig of rice wine and wet his throat. "This Fire Dragon's strength is probably already on par with a Title Douluo at level ninety-six! And one who's spent years honing his combat power at that level!"
Su Yuntao nodded. "Old Yang, with this dragon's strength, even if we join forces and fight to the death, I doubt we have even a thirty percent chance of winning."
Yang Wudi smiled bitterly. "Little Monster, you're giving us too much credit. I don't think we have any chance at all!"
Su Yuntao smiled. "Old Yang, what do you think of my two Thunderbolt Soul Skills?"
Yang Wudi said seriously, "Little Monster, you must have two incredibly powerful Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones. They gave you two extraordinarily powerful Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Skills. But against that Fire Dragon, I'm afraid those two skills won't be nearly enough."
Though Su Yuntao's Hundred Thousand Year Soul Skills had performed remarkably, he hadn't shown their full power in battle. That was why Yang Wudi believed they came from exceptionally powerful Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones.
"Old Yang, I can tell you for certain that I only have one Soul Bone. Both these Soul Skills come