After all, this was the Far North. Any soul beast that could cultivate here for a hundred thousand years was, nine times out of ten, ice-attributed.
"Let's take a look." Bing Yekong made his decision without hesitation. "A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring is far stronger than an eighty-thousand-year one. If it's ice-attributed, this is a heaven-sent opportunity."
"The risk is too great." Dugu Bo frowned. "A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast that failed its tribulation may be gravely wounded, but its desperate final strike before death would be no weaker than the full-force attack of any Titled Douluo. Besides, such a huge commotion from its failed tribulation will likely draw other high-level soul beasts here as well."
"No matter how great the risk is, it's worth it." Yang Wudi gripped the Soul-Breaking Spear tightly, a flash of fighting spirit passing through his eyes. "A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring—how many people go their entire lives without seeing one? If Bing can truly absorb it, his sixth Soul Ring will directly become a red, hundred-thousand-year one. That has never been seen in the continent's history."
Shui Qingrou said nothing more. She merely looked at Bing Yekong, saw the steadfast determination in the young man's eyes, and nodded.
"Let's go."
The four of them burst forth at full speed and raced toward where the aura of the Heavenly Tribulation had dissipated. A distance of a hundred li took only moments at their utmost speed.
When they passed through a dense forest and the view suddenly opened before them, everyone froze.
This was a snow valley devastated beyond recognition by heavenly lightning. The once-level snowfield was riddled with charred craters. The largest was dozens of zhang across and bottomless, its walls melted by intense heat before rapidly freezing again, forming rings of glasslike ice crystals.
The air was