The instant the Soul Power barrier took shape, a cold gleam flashed ahead.
Mo Yuan had already sensed the obstruction of the poisonous mist. He swung the Flowing Cloud Blade repeatedly, sending concentrated, domineering waves of blade energy bursting outward in layers. They precisely tore through the thick mist before him, forcibly carving a clear passage downward.
"Hold steady!" Mo Yuan barked in a low voice. Unleashing his Soul Power at full strength, he carried Lin Chen along the path cleaved by his blade energy, accelerating into a rapid descent.
As they fell, layer upon layer of poisonous mist pressed in from every side, its fiercely corrosive fumes battering the blade-energy barrier.
Mo Yuan dared not relax for a moment. His wrist kept moving, each slash unleashing another fierce wave of blade energy to block and disperse the surrounding poison. With his immense Soul Power, he forcibly held open a path to survival.
Thanks to Mo Yuan's formidable strength as a Soul Douluo, the two rapidly pierced through the layers of poisonous mist under the protection of his Soul Power and relentless sweeps of blade energy.
Several seconds later, the chilling, corrosive sensation around them abruptly vanished. The purple mist enveloping them receded completely, and their view instantly became clear and open.
They had successfully escaped the blockade of poisonous mist and entered the heart of the valley floor.
Looking up, they saw a clear pool resting quietly at the very center of the valley. Its waters were exceptionally unusual, its left and right halves as sharply divided as two distinct rivers.
The water on the left was clear and icy, shimmering with a faint, ice-blue chill. On the right, it was warm and crimson, with wisps of heat rolling above it. The colors of ice and fire intertwined, yet