But when the Titan Snow Demon Ape looked at the Ice Empress, it saw that the once-proud ruler of the Far North had not only become a Soul Spirit, but had also seen her cultivation soar to 410,000 years.
Then there was the Snow Empress. The 690,000-year-old Heavenly Snow Woman had always been fiercely aloof, yet she now stood willingly behind that boy in white.
What frightened the ape most was the woman in the Purple Gold Papal Robe—
She had not said a word from beginning to end. She merely stood with her hands behind her back, yet the pressure of a Demigod bore down on the ape like the entire ice cap of the Far North, making it hard to breathe.
The ape had no doubt that if it uttered a single "no," the woman's scythe would be at its neck the next instant.
"I... I submit. Becoming a Demigod's Soul Spirit is my good fortune."
The Titan Snow Demon Ape hung its head. Resignation weighed on its voice, but beneath it lay a faint trace of hope—
After all, the Ice Empress and Snow Empress had both chosen this path. It could not be that bad.
Bibi Dong nodded slightly and drew the Rakshasa Demon Scythe through the air. A Soul Spirit Contract Array spread beneath the Titan Snow Demon Ape's feet.
Its vast, 270,000-year reserve of Soul Power surged into her like an avalanche, and the eighth Soul Ring of her second Martial Soul slowly took shape—
It was a deep-red hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring, faintly threaded with silvery-white Titan ice patterns.
Feeling her Soul Power advance once more, Bibi Dong could not quite hide the satisfaction and wonder that flashed through her eyes.
A 270,000-year Soul Ring. No other Titled Douluo on the entire Douluo Continent