Die, Insect!

Gulp!

Li Ren's throat bobbed as he swallowed with difficulty. Cold sweat kept seeping from his forehead, only to be evaporated by the scorching heat in the air and drift away as wisps of vapor.

At that moment, he remembered the terror of being dominated by the strong!

Yang Ming's small figure had long since vanished from before him. The child Li Ren had looked down on moments ago had become, like the fury burning in his chest, a colossal monster wrapped in azure flames.

More than ten meters tall, with a skull-shaped head amid the azure fire and exaggerated horns growing from both sides of its forehead, its entire body was devoid of flesh and blood. It had been reforged entirely from Green Lotus Core Flame, continuously radiating astonishing heat.

The fallen leaves carpeting the ground beneath its feet had long been burned away, exposing scorched soil below that gave off a pungent, burnt-earth smell.

"Die, insect!"

As Yang Ming's shout fell, a massive palm like a canopy descended from the sky, carrying heat of several thousand degrees as though it swore to incinerate every person and thing standing in its way, returning all things to their origin!

Before such an enormous flaming hand, Li Ren had nowhere to run. Besides, he was not an agility-type Soul Grandmaster. He could not have escaped even if he tried.

In the face of death, Li Ren suddenly raised his head. He was terrified, resentful, and unwilling, until finally all those emotions drove him to try and stop a cart with his mantis arms!

A brilliant yellow glow erupted from Li Ren's body, once more transforming into rock armor that covered him from head to toe, as though he were making one final struggle.

However,

Yang Ming proved with his actions that it was all futile!

When the giant flaming palm came down, it was as effortless as swatting a mosquito. It met no resistance whatsoever as Li Ren, clad in rock armor, was burned alive by the heat of several thousand degrees!

When the palm lifted away, it left behind a handprint three meters long, two meters wide, and one meter deep.

Li Ren had vanished from the pit, leaving behind only a pile of crystals formed under the extreme heat.

"Phew!"

Yang Ming withdrew his soul skill and returned to his original size, then collapsed onto the scorching ground in exhaustion.

Since his clothes had already been burned to ashes by the flames, Yang Ming was fortunate that he had bought spare clothing in town earlier. He hurriedly took them out of the Nethersea Ring and changed into them.

Wiping away the sweat running down his chin, Yang Ming still felt lingering fear.

Soul Ring levels were divided as follows: Ten-Year Soul Rings were white, Century Soul Rings were yellow, Millennium Soul Rings were purple, Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings were black, and Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings were red.

A black Soul Ring!

After Yang Ming absorbed Flame Demon King Ragnaros, he had obtained a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring!

Logically speaking, Flame Demon King Ragnaros had lived for more than a hundred thousand years, so Yang Ming should have obtained a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring. However, Yang Ming guessed that this change might have occurred because they were in different worlds.

Just like the skills Yang Ming had obtained before, they had all undergone slight changes after coming to this world so that they would better suit the Douluo World.

Moreover, the line Yang Ming had just spoken, "Die, insect," was also one of Flame Demon King's lines, yet he had not gained another lottery chance.

Perhaps it was because Yang Ming had already drawn Flame Demon King's true form, so he could no longer keep exploiting it for benefits.

Feeling the Soul Power within his body dry up once again, Yang Ming gave a bitter smile. The soul skill was powerful, but with his Soul Power, he could only maintain it for three seconds.

A true man for three seconds.

Yang Ming dragged his exhausted body over to Tang San.

Covered in wounds, and poisoned by the Thorns that had bound him earlier, Tang San's face looked so terrible that none of his acquaintances would have recognized him now.

"Third Brother, I avenged you. The two bastards who injured you this badly have both been killed by me."

As if Yang Ming's voice had stirred Tang San's will to survive, his eyelids trembled slightly. His lips parted, and he weakly called out,

"Water... water..."

Yang Ming quickly took out a water flask from the Nethersea Ring and opened it. Having no experience caring for others, he simply shoved the mouth of the flask into Tang San's mouth and poured the water in.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Yang Ming's operation was fierce as a tiger, and Tang San choked so badly that tears and snot ran down his face while fresh water spilled from the corners of his mouth.

Tang San struggled to lift his eyelids and shot Yang Ming an annoyed glare before weakly saying,

"Yang Ming, can't you be a little gentler? You almost choked me to death."

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Yang Ming's face. He then made as if to take the water flask away.

"You should be grateful I'm even giving you water, and you still have so many complaints. Believe it or not, I won't let you drink anymore."

Though he said that, Yang Ming did not take the flask away. With some experience now, his movements were no longer quite as rough, though he still poured water with the same careless abandon, making Tang San roll his eyes in anger as he frantically grumbled inwardly,

Are you really pouring water into me like you're padding out a webnovel?

After much effort, Tang San's thirst was finally eased somewhat. However, his wounds and the poison accumulating inside his body had already reached a critical point.

Yang Ming did not mind Tang San's injuries. He carried him on his back and took out a rope from the Nethersea Ring to secure Tang San in place.

"It's getting late. We have to find Grandmaster and leave the Soul Hunting Forest first. If your injuries drag on any longer, I'm afraid you'll be beyond saving."

As he spoke, Yang Ming picked a direction and left.

Tang San gave no reply from Yang Ming's back. He had already fallen into a state between consciousness and unconsciousness, and he was running a high fever. If not for the Mysterious Heaven Skill protecting him, he would have died long ago.

It was necessary to mention that although Mysterious Jade Hand granted resistance to poison, it was limited to the hands. Tang San's body was currently covered in bloody holes left by the Thorns, far beyond the scope of Mysterious Jade Hand's protection.

Yang Ming had only copied Tang San's skills with the Sharingan. He had not learned the Tang Sect's detoxification methods, otherwise Tang San would have been feeling a little better now.

The sky gradually darkened, and faint mist began to spread through the forest.

Yang Ming suddenly stopped. The bloody stench and the smell of charred flesh from the earlier battle seemed to have attracted nearby Soul Beasts. Deep in the forest ahead, more than a dozen oily green lights could be seen approaching them.

Netherwolves!

A very common type of Soul Beast in the Soul Hunting Forest, they specialized in hunting prey in packs.

As they drew closer, Yang Ming's Three-Tomoe Sharingan clearly saw their forms.

There were six Netherwolves in total. Each one was as large as a grown adult when standing upright, with iron-gray fur all over their bodies. Dim ghostly light flickered in their eyes, while disgusting saliva dripped from between their sharp teeth.

Sensing Yang Ming stop, Tang San slightly opened his eyes. A trace of purple flashed through the slits of his eyes, and he too saw the Soul Beasts clearly.

"Yang Ming, your Soul Power is already exhausted. Put me down. I don't want to be a burden to you."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Yang Ming chuckled without turning around. "I won't abandon you. After all, you're my foolish little brother, aren't you?"

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