"Crushed... crushed?"
Tang San looked at the yellow fragments of light filling the sky and could not help trembling all over. He reached out to grab them, but caught nothing!
"Ha ha ha ha, how could this happen?"
At that moment, Tang San seemed to have suffered a crushing blow. He threw back his head and laughed madly, as if he had lost his mind.
Although Yu Xiaogang did not know exactly what had happened, seeing Ao Yin here, he immediately guessed most of it.
Buzz—hiss—
At the same time, the Six-Winged Frost Centipede relentlessly pursued them from behind. Yu Xiaogang immediately hoisted the delirious Tang San over his shoulder and ran for his life.
"Little San, pull yourself together. I'll get you out of here first!"
Then, he looked at the enraged Six-Winged Frost Centipede chasing after them, then at Ao Yin nearby, and sneered. "Little Ao, if you aren't satisfied with the Datura Snake's Soul Ring, what about this Six-Winged Frost Centipede?"
"Enjoy it!"
With that, Yu Xiaogang snorted coldly. "Farts like smoke, Luo Sanpao's Hypnotic Slumber!"
Pfft, pfft, pfft—
Yu Xiaogang directly used his second Soul Skill—Illusory Sleep Cannon—on Ao Yin, enveloping him in a cloud of shit-yellow fart smoke.
Then he carried Tang San and fled madly toward the outskirts of the Soul Hunting Forest without looking back.
"Despicable!"
Ao Yin covered his nose and mouth. Yu Xiaogang wanted him to stay behind and hold off the Six-Winged Frost Centipede, buying time for their escape.
The instant Ao Yin was disoriented by the fart smoke, the Six-Winged Frost Centipede indeed fixed its eyes on him and blasted a stream of frosty breath at him!
Hiss—whoosh!
The temperature in the air plummeted. Everything within a hundred zhang was visibly sealed in frost!
Ao Yin's legs were frozen in place, and the frigid ice gradually spread throughout his body. Even his Soul Power became incredibly sluggish!
Ao Yin frowned slightly and smiled. "The power of frost?"
"Perfect! Let me test the power of my first Soul Ring on you!"
Biting frost howled as it swept through the forest!
A vast expanse of freezing white mist instantly sealed off every direction, and icy currents seeped through every opening, fiercely wrapping around Ao Yin's body.
Crack! Crack!
Fine frost rapidly spread along Ao Yin's robes, covering his limbs and torso in the blink of an eye.
In just an instant, more than half of Ao Yin's body was encased in thick, solid ice, turning him into a lifelike ice sculpture.
The cold invaded his body, numbing his skin and flesh. Even his meridians were covered in frost, and his Soul Power had become sluggish!
"Interesting!"
Yet Ao Yin remained calm, without the slightest trace of panic in his eyes.
He firmly steadied his mind, allowing the ice to coil around his body while his bearing remained as immovable as a mountain.
The next second, Ao Yin suddenly turned his left hand over and gathered power in his palm. A cold snort rang through the forest!
"Staff, come!"
Buzz—!
A deep, heavy tremor suddenly exploded between heaven and earth!
The void shook violently as a streak of golden light pierced through layers of frost mist, carrying an overbearing aura as it crashed down!
It was the Coiling Dragon Staff, pitch-black from end to end and engraved with nine coiling dragon patterns! The markings on its body gleamed brilliantly, faintly flowing with an ancient radiance.
Boom!
The incomparably heavy Coiling Dragon Staff landed firmly in Ao Yin's palm.
The instant the giant staff touched down, a powerful shockwave exploded outward from Ao Yin. The thin ice around him shattered and scattered, while most of the forest's cold wind was forcibly dispersed!
The overwhelmingly tyrannical pressure of his weapon martial soul spread wildly from Ao Yin's body, sweeping across the entire mountain forest!
Ao Yin's eyes narrowed sharply as he shouted again!
"Dark Sacred Dragon, possess me!"
The buzzing rose again!
A pitch-black, profound dragon shadow surged from Ao Yin's body into the sky as the vast and majestic aura of the Dark Sacred Dragon layered upon itself.
A supreme divine martial soul paired with an ultimate offensive weapon martial soul!
With both martial souls empowering him at once, two terrifying pressures completely blanketed the surroundings!
Not far away, the Six-Winged Frost Centipede had been flapping its icy wings and gathering strength for a killing pounce. But the instant those two auras washed over it, its enormous body suddenly stiffened!
An ultimate suppression from deep within its bloodline instantly froze all of its movements!
Hiss—!
The Six-Winged Frost Centipede let out a shrill, terrified hiss, and its six cicada-thin ice wings trembled wildly.
As a high-level six-hundred-year soul beast with an ice-element bloodline, it had always roamed freely through the forest's core region. When had it ever felt such crushing bloodline pressure?
It was the innate contempt of a higher dragon race toward a lower soul beast, an absolute suppression carved into its very blood and bones!
Ao Yin slowly raised his eyes, tightened his five fingers, and gripped the Coiling Dragon Staff in his palm. He stood tall, his bearing awe-inspiring.
A seemingly weak pale-white Soul Ring slowly rose and revolved beneath his feet.
The Six-Winged Frost Centipede's scarlet vertical pupils contracted slightly, filled with shock and confusion.
The color of a Soul Master's Soul Ring most directly represented the foundation of its age.
Pale white clearly meant a newborn Soul Ring of less than ten years, even inferior to an ordinary ten-year Soul Ring!
Yet strangely, the Soul Power surging within this inconspicuous pale-white Soul Ring was vast and dense, far surpassing an ordinary hundred-year Soul Ring.
What alarmed it even more was the trace of ancient dragon might lingering deep within the Soul Ring—noble, tyrannical, and lofty!
Its six hundred years of cultivation had granted the Six-Winged Frost Centipede considerable intelligence.
It instantly sensed that something was wrong. Its huge body instinctively shrank back, its icy insectoid form trembling uncontrollably.
No!
This was definitely not an ordinary low-age Soul Ring!
Beneath that seemingly unremarkable pale-white shell was dense Soul Power far beyond a hundred years and approaching five hundred years, along with the aura of a pure ancient Sub-Dragon Species bloodline!
Was that the Soul Ring of a Sub-Dragon Species soul beast!?
How could a mere weak human possibly absorb such a terrifying special Soul Ring?
A Sub-Dragon Species Soul Ring was one thing, but what was with the aura of that Holy Dragon martial soul?
The Six-Winged Frost Centipede was filled with apprehension. The ferocity in its eyes vanished completely, replaced by deep fear and timidity.
It was clearly only a pale-white Soul Ring less than ten years old, yet the deterrence it unleashed completely overwhelmed the six-hundred-year ice-element bloodline within it!
Ao Yin took in the entire scene, immediately understanding what was happening.
The Fire Glass Vine Serpent was originally a top-tier Sub-Dragon Species ferocious beast, born to feed on all kinds of soul beasts. The Six-Winged Frost Centipede was naturally one of the Fire Glass Vine Serpent's prey.
Natural enemy suppression, bloodline restraint!
Even though the Fire Glass Vine Serpent was only five hundred years old, it could still make the six-hundred-year Six-Winged Frost Centipede fear it from the bottom of its heart. Coupled with the Dark Sacred Dragon's possession, it instantly formed a bloodline suppression!
Having understood this, a faint smile curved across Ao Yin's lips.
"You were baring your fangs and claws just now, acting so fierce. Why are you trembling now instead?"
Ao Yin's voice was cold and teasing. Every word fell into the Six-Winged Frost Centipede's ears, making it tremble even more violently.
The moment his words fell, Ao Yin stopped wasting time. The Coiling Dragon Staff in his hand suddenly expanded!
Buzz!
Spiritual light surged across the dragon-carved giant staff, and its size instantly multiplied several times. A crushingly heavy pressure spread across the heavens and earth!
The inconspicuous pale-white first Soul Ring beneath his feet suddenly lit up with dazzling light!
The power of the Soul Ring was activated at full force. "First Soul Skill, Red Tide!"
Whoosh!
Dazzling fire dragon flames instantly swept across the entire Coiling Dragon Staff. Southern Bright Lihuo enveloped the giant staff, its blazing flames crackling as they drove away all surrounding chill.
This was no ordinary mortal fire. It was the Southern Bright Lihuo innate to the Fire Glass Vine Serpent—supremely tyrannical, scorching, pure, and immensely destructive!
Boom!
Scalding heat waves surged wildly in every direction from Ao Yin as their center.
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