The Resentful Far North

The closer they came to the Far North, the colder it grew.

Because of the icy domain, this bitter cold could still suppress the power of high-ranking Soul Masters and hinder the flow of their Soul Power circuits.

Tang Wulin's blood and qi surged within him, keeping the cold at bay. The others had their Battle Armor equipped and were likewise able to maintain their body temperature and condition.

Tang Wulin said in a low voice, "Stay in top condition. I can sense their auras. Saving people comes first. Don't concern yourselves with anything you see. Once we save them, we run."

04 said, "Is that really necessary? We may not be among the strongest black-ranked fighters, but it's not like we're incapable of fighting in the Far North."

Tang Wulin shot him a glance. "If you don't want to die, listen to me."

As if to confirm his words, the moment they rounded an iceberg, the domain of ice and snow abruptly became violent. Wherever they looked, snow tornadoes raged, and the people swept up in them were members of the Battle Soul Hall!

Some of their cloaks had been swallowed by the snow and torn into shreds.

Over the vast icefield, beneath the dark heavens, countless tornadoes connected sky and earth, like the rage the Far North Icefield had suppressed for ten thousand years was pouring forth at this moment.

A deep buzzing echoed as the merciless natural disaster swept toward the unwelcome intruders.

Tang Wulin's expression changed drastically. He did not dare hold anything back, immediately using his strongest method—the Dragon Emperor Forbidden Art layered upon itself, forcibly creating a brief vacuum of Elements that allowed the high-ranking action team members to catch their breath.

"What is that?!" 01 cried in terror.

Golden light blazed in Tang Wulin's eyes. "Do not leave my domain. I'll take you through and save them!"

"Yes!"

His spear swept out, dispersing the raging winds as he sped forward. The Blue Silver Emperor lashed out continuously, pulling unconscious Battle Soul Hall members into the range covered by the forbidden art.

Tang Wulin felt his Soul Power draining at an astonishing rate. An orange-gold Soul Ring suddenly rose beneath his feet, and an incomparably enormous flower bloomed as Qiluo unleashed Devour Heaven and Earth!

Only then did Tang Wulin finally catch his breath.

The others did not remain idle either, using every means they had to pull people back.

After pulling back everyone they could, they discovered that the center of the ice-and-snow storm was packed with resentful spirits.

The resentful spirits gnawed on the Battle Soul Hall members, whipping up blizzards, brewing natural disasters, and nourishing... an evil god!

A chill flashed through Tang Wulin's eyes.

Having lost the support of the Battle Soul Hall members, the blizzards began collapsing one after another. The resentful spirits charged toward Tang Wulin and the others.

Tang Wulin's heart was already overflowing with rage. Without the threat of the blizzards, he no longer needed to maintain the Dragon Emperor Forbidden Art constantly. He stomped down hard, and Golden Dragon Shakes the Earth collided with the resentful spirits alongside Golden Dragon Ascends Heaven.

As the Golden Dragon Spear's radiance surged and withdrew, countless resentful spirits turned directly into energy that flowed back into Tang Wulin.

Overwhelming power swept through the area. The seemingly endless tide of resentful spirits, charging forward wave after wave, was riddled with hole after hole as he darted through it.

The other high-ranking action team members followed his orders. Carrying, dragging, and pulling unconscious Battle Soul Hall members, they spread their wings and flew close to the ground at tremendous speed.

Thunder Punishment brewed in the sky.

Tang Wulin pointed his spear diagonally toward the heavens and gave a low shout. The petals beneath his feet closed, then opened again. The Child of Nature Soul Ring activated; Thunder Punishment flickered several times before vanishing without a trace, and even the dark storm clouds scattered away.

With the threat of Thunder Punishment gone, the high-ranking action team members flew even faster, charging in a straight line toward the edge of the Far North's core region.

Tang Wulin pursued them like a cannonball—but just as he was about to leave the battlefield, an icy killing intent suddenly locked onto him.

A Super Douluo! Tang Wulin made the judgment instantly.

As expected, the Holy Spirit Cult's nest was in the Far North! Tang Wulin gritted his teeth.

A frigid aura spread outward. Tang Wulin felt himself slowing down more and more until he gradually fell behind the Battle Soul Hall members.

An impassioned dragon roar rang out, filled with defiance. Tang Wulin forcibly broke free of the restraints, abruptly accelerated, and continued pursuing them.

But the gap in cultivation between him and a Super Douluo was simply too great.

In but an instant, he was caught.

Fortunately, Tang Wulin had already confirmed that the high-ranking action team had brought their people out of the core region.

A Super Douluo blocked his path. Terrifying pressure made heaven and earth change color, and even space twisted.

Yet what disgusted Tang Wulin most was the endless resentment clinging to him. He could not imagine how many people this Evil Soul Master had slaughtered to reach the rank of Super Douluo.

Facing a mere six-ring lackey, the man simply raised a hand casually and pointed at him.

In that instant, Tang Wulin felt the space in every direction rejecting him—then scorching flames that seared his soul crawled across his body.

An indescribable pain rose from the depths of his soul, yet Tang Wulin laughed softly.

He raised the Golden Dragon Spear and, enduring the agony of his burning soul, thrust it forward—as though it had crossed the span of time itself, eternal and unchanging.

As he thrust, his aura climbed without end. A mighty, world-dominating pressure surged back, shattering the Evil Soul Master's aura.

Tang Wulin's eyes had completely turned gold. A glint of golden light flickered between his brows. His expression was indifferent as he raised a hand toward the Super Douluo and gave a gentle squeeze. The Super Douluo seemed to blur beneath the passage of time, wasting away over countless years.

The Super Douluo discovered in horror that more than half his lifespan had vanished into thin air!

Terrified, he did not dare continue the battle and immediately fled.

But his cowardice made him miss what happened the next instant: Tang Wulin fell from the air, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and turned deathly pale.

Being able to forcibly wield the power from his previous life was his greatest trump card at present, but the limitations were still too severe.

With just that one attack, all the Soul Power and blood qi in his body had been drained dry. Even his spiritual power was nearly exhausted.

He was now on the verge of losing consciousness.

But he had to leave this dangerous place as quickly as possible.

Just as he staggered forward, several black figures flew toward him at high speed. Tang Wulin had only just become alert when he saw the familiar black cloaks of the Battle Soul Hall.

Tang Wulin said softly, "Didn't I tell you to leave?"

One of them grabbed him around the shoulders. "The Battle Soul Hall has never had a precedent of abandoning a brother and running away alone!"

With a beat of their wings, they rapidly left the core region of the Far North and flew toward the Tang Sect's support team.

The support team had already taken away the previously unconscious Battle Soul Hall members for treatment.

The high-ranking action team members had stayed behind not only because they acknowledged Tang Wulin, but also because they believed in the principle of standing together with their comrades through advance and retreat.

"Don't ever do that again, understand?" someone muttered. "Even if it was for the mission's success, doesn't your own life count as a life too?"

Tang Wulin no longer had the strength to answer. But before he completely lost consciousness, a faint smile curled at the corner of his lips.