Death Valley.
"Your Highness the Holy Son, be careful. That's the Necrotic Poison Flood Dragon." Gui Mei unleashed his martial soul. No Spirit Rings appeared around him; only ghostly shadows surrounded him as the aura of a Title Douluo spread outward.
"The Necrotic Poison Flood Dragon—that's the strongest soul beast in this region you mentioned before, right?" Murong Huai said calmly.
"That's right. This Necrotic Poison Flood Dragon's cultivation is likely about to break through eighty thousand years. Within this forest, its strength is in no way inferior to that of a Title Douluo." Gui Mei nodded.
Seeing this, Murong Huai thought for a moment before saying, "Gui Mei, hold it back. Dong'er and I will check inside the cave. If possible, don't kill it. Its attribute and age suit Dong'er quite well. But if it truly refuses to know its place, then slaughter it."
"Th-this... understood, Your Highness the Holy Son." Gui Mei was briefly stunned. He had initially wanted to say that the cave was dangerous, but recalling Murong Huai's strength, he said nothing more.
With that, Gui Mei flashed forward and charged toward the Necrotic Poison Flood Dragon. Their attacks collided, generating a powerful shockwave. Meanwhile, Murong Huai and Bibi Dong headed into the cave.
After entering the cave, the two of them caught a foul, fishy stench. They raised their hands to seal off their sense of smell and continued inward. The cave was permeated with poisonous mist, its toxicity far exceeding that outside.
The poisonous mist was so dense that it blocked their vision. Murong Huai waved a hand, releasing a stream of Soul Power that directly dispersed all the mist and revealed the cave in its entirety. It was damp and frigid within, and countless images of dead souls were embedded in the