The battle, quick as lightning, ended with the collapse of a large section of the cave. Six members of Shrek's main team, excluding Ling Luochen, and six members of the reserve team, excluding Xiao Xiao, were all buried in the gray ruins.
It was now certain that Yao Haoxuan, Xi Xi, Chen Zifeng, and Gongyang Mo had all bravely sacrificed themselves. The first three were completely obliterated, their bodies gone. Gongyang Mo might have some remains, but with the current burial, it would be difficult to find them.
From another perspective, this was also a unique way of laying them to rest. Turning to ash meant they were already buried, saving the need for even a cenotaph. All that was left was to erect a monument later.
As for Dai Yueheng and the Soul Tool Department senior who bravely stepped forward to protect their juniors…
Perhaps they originally had a chance at survival. With a few years of good recuperation, they might even have had the potential to become Titled Douluo. Dai Yueheng was a Super Douluo seed, and even if his potential was halved, he was still worth watching. The Soul Tool Department senior also had the potential to pursue the highest rank of Level 8 Soul Engineer in the three empires.
Now, the casual release of an airwave by a Level 98 Super Douluo had cruelly buried that hope!
Not to mention themselves, even the three juniors they fought desperately to protect might be teetering between life and death!
A Five Ring Soul Master, the Death God Envoy, and a Level 98 Super Douluo collaborated to create a bloodbath. First, they killed, then they bombed, and then they buried. It was all done so smoothly, as if they had practiced countless times.
Wang Yan, who witnessed the entire event, tried countless times to struggle to his feet, but his entire body lacked the strength. He couldn't even reach for a healing Elixir, and his eyes were red with anxiety.
Move, my useless body, move!
"Thump~ thud!"
Just then, a commotion came from a collapsed corner of the cave. A piece of rubble was kicked away, and a disheveled figure with four rings leaped out. Her messy hair was covered in dust, but her beautiful face was still faintly discernible.
It was Jiang Nannan.
She was a Four Ring Soul Ancestor with three incredibly unusual Soul Skills. When the rubble began to fall, she used her Gravity Control Soul Skill to greatly slow down the falling stones and Teleported to the area with the least amount of debris. That's how she managed to rush out with her still-decent physique.
By all accounts, a Martial Soul like the Soft Bone Rabbit should never possess these three powerful Soul Skills, yet they truly appeared on Jiang Nannan, making her exceptionally suited for self-preservation and one-on-one combat.
Dealing with successive crises had greatly drained her spirit and Soul Power, but she still had the strength to resist. Her condition was far better than that of other students who were stronger than her.
Wang Yan was filled with unutterable gratitude for Xu Sanshi, who had fought to protect her, and for her unique Soul Skills. He roared at the top of his lungs:
"Nannan, quickly, pull me up! We'll… save them… quickly, hurry!"
"Now, here, we can only rely on ourselves… only on ourselves…"
Although he had taken Xiao Xiao and fled outward the moment the crisis occurred, her mere two-ring cultivation, coupled with the successive impacts of the airwaves, meant it was already a miracle she hadn't died on the spot. She was already unconscious beyond resuscitation, and he couldn't hope for anything more from her.
Jiang Nannan clearly understood the principle that there is strength in numbers. She looked with immense regret at the figure who might have been buried even deeper, then pushed off with her legs and dashed to Wang Yan. After feeding him a few life-sustaining Elixirs, she ran back and continued frantically digging at the rocks.
"You despicable scoundrel, you can't die! After what you did to me, how can you just die so easily? I won't allow you to die, I won't allow you to die…"
Two streams of clear tears fell onto her still-beautiful cheeks. Jiang Nannan's eyes were crimson, her face a mix of hope, fear, disgust, anger, and emotion. She was terrified that this guy would just leave like that.
Xu Sanshi had chosen the right path, and the psychological trauma he inflicted on Jiang Nannan was clearly much less severe. Although the essence was not much different, at least he didn't make Jiang Nannan hate him.
Moreover, no matter how complex the emotions, one had to be alive first. What complex emotions could there be if the person was dead? Jiang Nannan knew that if Xu Sanshi were to sacrifice himself like this, her future life would be spent in various nightmares.
Wang Yan was force-fed several Elixirs by Jiang Nannan as if he were a pig. His unconscious body finally felt a slight surge of strength under the effect of the highly potent Elixirs.
He struggled to his feet, feeding Ling Luochen beside him several detoxification and healing Elixirs. Then, he summoned his Martial Soul, using his Coiling Dragon Staff like a broom to sweep away large piles of rubble.
"Someone must still be alive, someone must still be alive! You are all the pride of Shrek and your teachers, you can't just leave like this…!"
"Caitou, Sanshi, Yueheng, Huabin… anyone who has a breath left, give me a response! Your teacher will risk his life to save you, wuwu…"
Wang Yan's hair was disheveled, his eyes bloodshot and tearing, looking as if he had gone mad.
Two generations of Shrek Seven Devils! The most top-tier geniuses selected by Shrek Academy over the past decade! And now, more than half of them were ruined by some damned Soul King and an unreliable old geezer!
Bei Bei, are you still alive? Your teacher is so sorry for you all. I should have stopped you from coming in. No amount of so-called glory is more important than your safety…
…
"Heh heh heh, there's a road to heaven, but you didn't take it; there's no gate to hell, yet you threw yourselves in! This Envoy was troubled about what great deed to accomplish to advance after being blessed by the Holy Church, and then you just delivered yourselves to my doorstep! Hahahaha…"
After transforming into smoke and escaping, the Death God Envoy burrowed deep underground, fleeing at high speed. He occasionally looked back, and seeing that the foolish old man hadn't followed him in, he couldn't help but reveal a victorious, proud smile.
He scrutinized Bei Bei, this prey he had casually captured, and intense joy surged in his eyes.
Just three months ago, a group of Evil Soul Masters claiming to be sanctioned by the Holy Spirit Church came to incorporate him, bringing him and his Death God's Hand assassin group into the legendary external organization of the Holy Church.
He was too old and lacked sufficient talent to become a formal member of the Holy Church. He was ordered to remain here while also collecting information on the legendary "Fire Phoenix Saintess," who was crucial for the Holy Spirit Church's great rise.
To become a full member, he had to achieve a major accomplishment.
He had originally intended to find an opportunity to capture a few Soul Kings as a bonus, but he never expected someone to deliver themselves willingly. It was as if heaven intended for him, the Death God Envoy, to return to the Holy Church.
"Heh heh heh, seeing as you're a Soul Master with a strong light-attributed Martial Soul, if I deliver you to the Holy Church's elders, this Envoy can return to the Holy Church's embrace. I hope your talent isn't so weak that they won't even be interested in glancing at you."
Patting Bei Bei's ashen, pale face, the Death God Envoy grinned, chuckling.
Evil Soul Masters were not inherently countered by light-attributed Soul Masters. If their own attributes were powerful enough, they could even counter-attack. It was rumored that there were many powerful individuals within the Holy Church who enjoyed devouring light-attributed Soul Masters.
Although the Death God Envoy didn't know if this Soul Master's Martial Soul would be too weak, since it was related to dragons, it shouldn't be too useless, right? He looked quite lively when he was killing earlier.
The Death God Envoy had eliminated so many young Soul Master experts this time; he should be qualified to enter the Holy Church and become an elite disciple, right? He heard that becoming an elite disciple offered the chance to receive guidance from Titled Elders, promising a very bright future.
Flying out of the cramped underground tunnel, the Death God Envoy waved at the twelve Corpse Slaves guarding the entrance:
"A foolish old man might fly out soon. You are to cover my retreat! Blow this place up for me!"
"Yes~!"
The twelve Corpse Slaves were expressionless like machines, but their movements were not slow at all. They quickly detonated the explosives the Death God Envoy had buried there earlier, all high-grade goods smuggled from the Sun Moon Empire's black market.
Hearing the ground-shaking commotion behind him, the Death God Envoy, who had already retrieved his Flying Soul Guided Device and was speeding away, gave a cruel smile. His ability to thrive in this area relied on his endless schemes and caution.
So what if that old man is capable? Didn't I still make a fool out of him? He's probably in a terrible state right now, isn't he?
"Heheheh, once I return from my studies with the Holy Church, none of you will have a chance to escape my grasp."
The Death God Envoy thought smugly, and things were indeed as he predicted.
Although Xuan Zi, who had activated his Martial Soul True Body and charged down the tunnel, was overwhelmingly powerful, he couldn't fully exert himself for a moment. The sudden explosion, while unable to harm him, caused a cloud of dust that blurred his vision, and the collapsing tunnel briefly stopped his body.
Especially that terrifying explosion, which nearly gave Xuan Zi PTSD, making him fear that another student had honorably fallen.
Peering out and looking around, Xuan Zi found no casualties, only twelve Corpse Slaves with greenish Corpse Poison oozing from their bodies, spreading poison within the tunnel.
Xuan Zi immediately flew into a rage. Damn these Evil Soul Masters! Not only did they harm our elite Shrek students and abduct Mu Lao's only descendant, but now they want to poison this elder?
This is unbearable!
"Wah-yah-yah, all of you shall die!"
The Godly Taotie Bull soared into the sky, and a vast, earthy-yellow aura spread out, instantly enveloping the twelve Corpse Slaves. The Corpse Slaves were instantly reduced to nothingness within the surging Soul Power aura.
His ox-eyes scanned the sky, and the vision of a Super Douluo allowed him to spot a tiny, almost imperceptible black dot—the fleeing figure of the Death God Envoy.
In just a brief moment, the Death God Envoy had already flown dozens of miles using his Level 6 Soul Guided Device. If Xuan Zi weren't a Level 98 Super Douluo, he might truly have been unable to track him.
"Damn you, Evil Soul Master! Return Mu Lao's descendant!"
Xuan Zi roared at the sky, his Level 98 cultivation erupting to its maximum. His Soul Power carried his voice for dozens of miles, shaking the Death God Envoy and causing him to lose balance.
Steadying his gliding wings, the Death God Envoy glanced at Bei Bei, whose eardrums had ruptured and were bleeding profusely from the sound wave shouted by a certain "enthusiastic" senior under his armpit. He couldn't help but curse out loud.
"Where did you find such a foolish senior, kid? Shouting so loud! What if he kills you before I can even deliver you to the adults!"
Looking back at the earthy-yellow sky that had risen, the Death God Envoy knew he had encountered a tough opponent this time. His eyes rolled, and he had an idea.
"Since I can't use you as a stepping stone for my advancement, you're useless now. Give me one last burst of light and heat."
The Third Soul Ring glowed brightly, and a dense poisonous mist emanated from the Death God Envoy's skin, gathering in his right palm before he slammed it forward.
This palm landed on Bei Bei's lower abdomen, pressing down firmly, as if to ensure the poison permeated his organs. Bei Bei suddenly let out a tragic cry of "Ugh~ ah," spitting out frothy blood. That sound, to Xuan Zi's ears, was like a death knell.
How much pain must Bei Bei be in to utter such a scream! Mu Lao, I've failed you!
Xuan Zi cried out in grief, "No—no! If you dare harm him, I will scour the ends of the earth to grind you to dust and tear you to pieces! I, and Shrek, will exterminate every last Evil Soul Master in this world!"
The Death God Envoy, still dozens of miles away at a safe distance from Xuan Zi, completely disregarded this pale and powerless threat. "Heheheh, anyone can make threats! Old man, now it's your turn to choose! Will you pursue me, or will you save him!"
Before his words had even finished, the Death God Envoy placed a new Flying Soul Guided Device on Bei Bei, then casually tossed him away.
"Here, take your kid back. I gave him some small gifts. No need to thank me, I'm always generous, hahahaha…"
A chaotic mountain hollow appeared before the Death God Envoy's eyes. A cunning rabbit has three burrows, and he had long since familiarized himself with the terrain of this area. He only needed time, and the Death God's Hand assassin group could quickly rebuild.
Diving down, dodging a streak of Soul Light like a bolt of silk, the Death God Envoy looked back one last time at the large, clumsy ox rushing to catch Bei Bei. Extreme ecstasy surged on his not-so-young face.
So satisfying! After all these years in the Ming Dou Mountain Range, today is the most thrilling and satisfying!
"Heheheh, the legendary Shrek is nothing special! Before me, you're just worthless trash!"
"A dignified Titled Douluo can't even take down a mere Soul King like me. I truly feel sad for Shrek's future! Is it because you've run out of people? Hahahahaha…"
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