The Ice Empress Awakened, Tang San: Where Was the Snow Empress?
Gu Mingyuan's vertical eye between his brows turned slightly cold, and a thin layer of white frost instantly formed on his entire forehead.
Electrolux was prepared. With a wisp of gray light, he steadily held the wisp of extreme cold and then cast it into the nurturing array within his Sea of Spirit.
The emerald scorpion, which had been in a deep slumber, trembled almost imperceptibly the moment this aura descended.
At the center of the magic circle, a rich emerald green light rippled outwards like water, forcibly awakening long-dormant souls with this Far North chill Brand in their bones.
Gu Mingyuan composed himself, his consciousness returning to his Sea of Consciousness, and stood quietly in mid-air, gazing down.
"Xue... Xue'er?"
A faint murmur, tinged with confusion and urgency, gently echoed from the depths of her Sea of Consciousness.
The emerald green scorpion slowly stretched out its body, and its long tail instinctively rose upwards.
Not yet fully conscious, Ice Empress staggered toward the lingering aura of Snow Empress, almost driven by the will of her soul.
However, when that wisp of icy coldness spread in his palm and touched the unfamiliar mental fluctuations around him, Ice Empress's compound eyes suddenly opened.
In her emerald green eyes, shock and anger instantly overwhelmed her confusion.
She looked around, but what came into view was neither Huo Yuhao's Sea of Consciousness nor the fat body of the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm. Standing before her were a cold-looking, unfamiliar black-haired youth and an Gray-Robed Elder.
Who are you?!
Ice Empress's shrill voice exploded in his Sea of Consciousness, and the barbs on his scorpion tail flashed with a blinding cold light:
"Where is this place?! Didn't I already sacrifice myself to that human brat named Huo Yuhao?! Where is Tian Meng?!"
Before Gu Mingyuan could speak, Ice Empress's gaze froze.
Her soul sensed the source of that aura, and following Gu Mingyuan's open spiritual vision, she immediately saw the long metal platform lying on the open ground outside.
Inside the God-Sealing Platform, the Embryo, which was imprisoned and radiating a faint life force, was clearly reflected in her eyes.
"Boom!"
The emerald light emanating from Ice Empress surged dramatically, and he almost lost his mind.
She glared at Gu Mingyuan and shouted angrily, "Snow Empress?!"
"Human, who are you?! What have you done to the Snow Empress?!"
Mingde Hall Warehouse.
The smell of burning flesh surged out from the shattered alloy tunnel, mixed with the scent of high-energy Soul Guidance Ray tearing through the air.
As Xuan Zi led Tang San into the underground main Warehouse, they were immediately met with a shockwave from a stray bullet. Inside the Warehouse, within a radius of several hundred meters, a fierce battle had already broken out, with flesh and blood flying everywhere.
On the left, in front of a row of heavy storage shelves, a short, stocky elder from the Body Sect was forcibly stuffing several large boxes of Rare Metal engraved with high-level array patterns into Storage Soul Tool.
Before he could close the lid, two heavily armored Level 8 Soul Engineer suddenly emerged from the hidden door on the side.
Several blinding beams of white light blasted down in succession, instantly melting the ground with the intense heat and creating several charred grooves.
Caught off guard, the elder could only roar, his arm muscles bulging and hardening into a bluish-black color as he crossed them to protect his head and face. He slid backward several meters, enduring the violent bombardment, his feet carving two deep furrows into the metal floor beneath him.
On the other side, three Body Sect Soul Master were gathered around a Core Manufacturing Platform, their Short Blade gleaming coldly, attempting to violently sever the energy pipelines on the ground and carry the entire device away.
"Buzz!"
The ceilings at the four corners of the Warehouse suddenly flipped up, and four six-barreled soul-guided machine guns fixed to the top were activated simultaneously.
High-explosive projectiles rained down like a storm, causing the Soul Master' protective Soul Power to tremble violently. They were forced to abandon the dismantling operation and tumbled back to the back of the shelf in a sorry state.
"Block the exits! Seal off the filing cabinets!"
In mid-air, Jing Hongchen was surrounded by a dense array of trigger-activated shields, and the charging light of the level nine Soul Cannon flickered wildly on his shoulders.
He was truly fighting desperately at that moment.
While keeping the Du Busi in front of him occupied, he shouted angrily at the guards below who were in complete disarray.
Hearing the commotion, Du Busi glanced at the scene out of the corner of his eye, casually raised his large hand covered in dark green poisonous light, and slapped it in mid-air, deflecting a deadly beam of light that was aimed at his own disciple, blasting a huge hole in the dome.
"Don't just grab the odds and ends!" The Du Busi; his hair and beard bristled, and his voice boomed like thunder.
"Send two people to hold them off; the rest of you, immediately take the Manufacturing Station and blueprints away!"
Upon hearing this, an Body Sect Elder who was locked in combat with the guards was about to break away to move the device when two guards from the Mingde Hall, their eyes bloodshot, rushed forward with close-combat soul-guided shock blades, their blades blocking his retreat.
The elder was forced to retaliate with a punch, denting one man's breastplate, and couldn't help but curse as he did so:
"Sect Master, these lunatics are too persistent; we can't break free at all!"
Before Du Busi could even reply, Jing Hongchen seized the half-second of his distraction and suddenly unleashed beams of light from the three crimson folding Soul Cannon in front of him. An energy storm roared in, forcing Du Busi to instantly regain his composure and meet the barrage with both palms.
In the midst of this nearly out-of-control battle, a figure flashed past the dilapidated gate at the Warehouse Entrance.
Xuan Zi, holding the cold-faced Tang San in one arm, landed steadily on the ruins.
Jing Hongchen, suspended in mid-air, caught sight of that familiar, disheveled figure out of the corner of her eye. She was startled at first, then, as if grasping at a straw, she shouted at the top of her lungs:
"Xuan Zi! Help me stop Du Busi!"
Xuan Zi stood at the Entrance, not making a move immediately.
He glanced down at the twisted and deformed Soul Tool scattered all over the ground, the high-grade metal ores strewn everywhere, and the Mingde Hall personnel lying in pools of blood, their fates unknown. His brows furrowed tightly.
Shrek Academy and Body Sect both belonged to the original Douluo Continent camp. Although they had friction on a regular basis, they always stood on the same side when facing the Sun Moon Empire.
Asking him to risk his life against Du Busi Undying for the sake of the Sun Moon Empire's assets is a deal that's simply not worthwhile.
Seeing Xuan Zi standing still and unmoved, Jing Hongchen in mid-air was extremely anxious.
He knew that with just himself and the remaining staff from the Mingde Hall, they would be skinned alive by the Body Sect tonight.
"Xuan Zi!" Jing Hongchen roared, his voice almost a scream, as he withstood the intense shockwave.
"Huo Yuhao still needs to study in the Mingde Hall! The exchange between the two academies isn't over yet, and the Continent-wide is watching! You can't just stand by and watch them tear Mingde Hall down, can you?!"
Upon hearing this, Xuan Zi's expression subtly changed.
However, Tang San, nestled in Xuan Zi's arms, paid no heed to Jing Hongchen's cries.
From the moment he stepped into this underground Warehouse, those seemingly innocent eyes began to scan the entire smoke-filled ruins at breakneck speed.
Manufacturing Station, Rare Metal, an overturned troop transport, and Soul Engineer fleeing in all directions...
No, none at all!
Where is that 700,000-year-old Soul Beast?!