Martial Soul? Erasure!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Several rust-colored streaks tore through the air at an unbelievably fast speed!

Yan did not even see what had flown toward him before he felt piercing agony erupt from all four limbs.

Splat!

Four jagged scraps of iron effortlessly pierced the flame defense he had been so proud of, accurately punching through both his shoulders and knees!

The powerful momentum sent Yan's body flying backward.

Then—

Bang!

Yan was sent flying and firmly nailed to a thick concrete wall behind him!

His Martial Soul Possession instantly collapsed.

The dark crimson flames vanished without a trace, and his five Soul Rings scattered into motes of light.

"Ah—!"

Yan let out a shrill scream as blood trickled down the wall.

He struggled desperately, only to find that the iron scraps carried an overwhelming force that left him unable to move even an inch.

Meanwhile, the young man controlling the iron scraps had not moved from his seat the entire time. He was still leisurely wiping his dagger when he finally spoke for the first time.

"Why waste words on him? Cripple him first, then question him slowly."

Then, the young man gave his teammate with the heavy hammer a look.

The Heavy Hammer Warrior immediately flashed a vicious grin and slowly walked up to Yan. He set the heavy hammer in his hand beside Yan's head and chuckled.

"Kid, with that little strength, you thought you could rob the Fire Hammer Squad?"

How could anyone dare venture deep into the Wilderness Zone without some confidence in their strength?

The strongest member of their squad was neither the captain nor him, the man with the most robust build. It was the young man who rarely spoke—their squad's Spirit Master!

And he was not some Apprentice Spirit Master, but a Junior Spirit Master, a powerhouse only half a step away from becoming an Intermediate Spirit Master!

Ordinary Martial Artist squads only had five people, but the Fire Hammer Squad had six.

That extra person had forced his way into the squad through sheer strength alone!

Faced with the Heavy Hammer Warrior's savage smile, Yan, whose limbs had been crippled, fell into utter panic.

Spirit City, Pope Palace.

Bibi Dong's face was livid. She gripped the scepter in her hand tightly and forced two words through clenched teeth.

"Idiot!"

Yan was an absolute idiot!

Before his departure, she had repeatedly and personally warned him.

He must not underestimate them!

That warning was not aimed at Yan's strength, but based on her own!

Earlier, Yu Tianheng had been instantly killed by the aftermath of a clash between a War General Class monster and a human War General. She had seen it with her own eyes. That immense power was even comparable to her ninth Soul Skill!

And above the War General Class was the War God Level!

Yet that idiot Yan had actually tried to rob them outright!

"Ugh..."

Bibi Dong let out a long sigh and rubbed her forehead with a headache.

The Sky Screen had selected people from Spirit Hall twice. This should have been a stroke of luck, allowing Spirit Hall to seize the initiative in exploring another world.

However, Su Yuntao, the first person selected, had been too weak.

Yan had been the strongest person chosen by the Sky Screen the second time, the one most likely to survive for a year and bring back more intelligence about the other world. Yet he had been so foolish!

Even if the Martial Artist squad did not kill him, with all four limbs crippled, he would be killed by the monsters in the wilderness. How could he possibly survive a year in another world?!

It could be said that the moment Yan decided to attack the Martial Artist squad and rob them, his exploration had already reached its end.

At that moment, the scene in the Sky Screen had reached the final stage of the brutal interrogation.

Among the Martial Artist squad, the Heavy Hammer Warrior was clearly an expert at torture. Rather than questioning Yan immediately, he warned him first. "Like you, the Fire Hammer Squad appreciates cooperative people."

"From now on, I'll torture you slowly. When you decide to cooperate, beg for mercy."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Heavy Hammer Warrior acted. He grabbed Yan's limbs, twisted his arms, and wrung Yan's limbs into knots!

Then, without mercy, he smashed Yan's left arm apart with his heavy hammer!

"Ah—"

Another miserable scream rang out.

Yan had already realized that he was doomed. He had not wanted to speak, but faced with agony his body simply could not endure, he completely broke down.

Yan had lived a pampered life. When had he ever suffered such severe injuries?

Even when he was injured during ordinary sparring, with the massive Spirit Hall behind him, he had access to precious treasures and the continent's most renowned healing Soul Masters!

Now, faced with pain firsthand and the threat of death, his mental defenses utterly crumbled!

"Please, I'll cooperate! I'll cooperate with anything! Ask whatever you want, and I'll tell you!"

Yan screamed in collapse, tears and snot streaming uncontrollably down his face.

The Heavy Hammer Warrior smiled like a demon and tilted his head, signaling the squad leader.

The squad leader-looking man stepped forward, crouched before Yan, and smiled. "What's with the flames on your body? Did you cultivate some special technique?"

"Hand over that technique first."

Although that technique could not be used at night in the Wilderness Zone, no one would ever complain about having too many skills. Besides, after obtaining it, they would not necessarily have to cultivate it themselves. They could simply auction it off.

A special technique would surely have some special application.

Yet Yan, who had just said he would cooperate with anything, shook his head and cried, "It's a Martial Soul! I didn't cultivate any special technique!"

"A Martial Soul?"

The squad leader froze for a moment, then, as though he had discovered a new continent, pressed further. "What is that?"

"That's a fight......"

Just as Yan was about to say the words Douluo Continent, some mysterious force silently enveloped the area.

His eyes widened.

Then his head simply drooped to one side.

He died.

The sudden change left the squad leader stunned for a moment. He turned and roared at the Heavy Hammer Warrior behind him.

"You hit too hard! He died before we learned anything! Wasn't that all for nothing?!"

The Heavy Hammer Warrior stepped forward to take a look, clicked his tongue, and said awkwardly, "captain, that's not my fault. Who knew this kid was so reckless? He doesn't even have the physical constitution of a Junior Martial Artist. He couldn't take a beating. He died just from having his limbs broken—what kind of physique is that......"

As the Heavy Hammer Warrior continued muttering, Yan's image faded away, leaving behind only a line of blood-red text.

[Explorer Spirit Hall Yan has died.]

[Cause of death: Intended to reveal information about Douluo Continent. Erased.]

Countless people on Douluo Continent fell silent.

After all, Yan was from Douluo Continent. Watching someone from another world torture him, they too, as people of Douluo Continent, could not help feeling sympathy.

"At least it's good that he died like this. He won't have to suffer any more torture."

Thus, a little trick for exploring another world emerged: if one fell into the hands of people from another world and did not want to suffer torture, one could voluntarily reveal information about Douluo Continent and seek death.