Being a white Poké Ball, it's incredibly fragile.
Under the full force of a 100,000-year-old soul beast, it can't hold him; it'll probably only last a minute at most.
However, Su Wen never expected it to hold a 100,000-year-old soul beast firmly.
He only wanted to buy some time.
Whether the Poké Ball could be restored after shattering… in this life-or-death situation, he couldn't care less about that.
The Poké Ball trembled violently,as if a terrifying being was sealed inside.
Fine cracks, like a spiderweb, gradually spread across the entire Poké Ball.
"Hiss"
Su Wen clutched his head, curled up on the ground, his face turning purple with pain.
This was the first time he had ever felt such a agonizing pain, as if someone were stabbing his brain with a knife, violently churning it.
The pain was suffocating; he almost went into shock and had no strength left to scream.
"Xiao Wen, are you alright? Don't scare me"
Ma Xiaotao rushed over and pulled Su Wen into her arms, her pretty face filled with anxiety, and the evil fire around her seemed about to spiral out of control.
Zhang Lexuan, supported by a female disciple from the inner courtyard who had rushed over, also stared anxiously at Su Wen.
She was the only one in the entire audience who knew about Su Wen's martial soul, although she didn't know the details.
But a level twelve boy sealing a soul beast that had been sealed for 100,000 years, no matter what methods he used, the price was unimaginable.
About a minute later.
"Bang~"
A crisp cracking sound rang out.
The white ball that Su Wen was tightly holding quietly shattered, and a blood-red light shot out from it.
It was the enraged Bloodthirsty Demon Tiger, which roared and was about to charge at the crowd again.
But the next moment, that extremely sharp aura suddenly stopped, and then, like a punctured balloon, it fell wildly.
"Phew"
Zhang Lexuan breathed a sigh of relief.
Her beautiful eyes flashed with coldness.
"Kill!!!"
...
"Hopefully it's not too late, hope..."
Xuanzi's face was extremely grim.
Although he muttered his hope, he knew that at least ten minutes had passed since the fan issued the warning.
Judging from the strength of the opposing side, if he was lucky, he might still encounter fresh excrement, the Shrek Academy students who had been devoured by that 100,000-year-old soul beast.
Even if the Shrek side could survive by chance, the casualties would probably be heavy.
"Whoosh~"
Just as he crossed another ancient tree,he finally stopped.
What came into view was a huge figure, which made his pupils contract, but he quickly realized that this 100,000-year-old soul beast was already dead, its body full of wounds, with several deep, fatal wounds on its neck and abdomen.
These injuries did not look like a normal kill, but more like venting anger.
And on the side were the Shrek inner court disciples who had set up a temporary camp.
Wounded soldiers bandaged in white, disciples acting as scouts—but Zhang Lexuan, Su Wen, and the others were nowhere to be seen.
Xuan Zi's heart skipped a beat.
Could it be.?
He strode quickly into the camp.
Xuan Zi knew everyone had spotted him; gazes fell upon him, not as if they'd seen a savior, but rather with a hidden disappointment and silence.
This lack of trust weighed heavily on him, making it hard to breathe.
"Lexuan?"
Finally, he saw Zhang Lexuan inside the tent.
And Su Wen, lying pale in Ma Xiaotao's arms.
"Elder Xuan, you've arrived?"
Zhang Lexuan sighed softly.
"…"
Xuan Zi took a deep breath: "How is the child?"
"He bought us all a crucial minute, sacrificing his own martial spirit to hold off the Bloodthirsty Demon Tiger, but whether his martial spirit can be reassembled" Zhang Lexuan shook her head.
Xuan Zi opened his mouth, his face filled with horror.
A six-year-old child, just entering the Soul Master realm, was actually able to influence the outcome of this Title Douluo-level battle.
"Roar~!"
A low growl sounded.
A snow-white baboon crawled in from outside the tent, growling at Xuanzi.
It seemed to be reprimanding him for dereliction of duty.
"Sigh, when I return, I will ask Elder Mu to let me resign as Vice Pavilion Master of the Sea God Pavilion. The responsibility for this mission going wrong lies entirely with me. I have failed everyone's trust." Xuanzi slowly closed his eyes.
"This is your matter; there's no need to tell me," Zhang Lexuan said softly.
Xuanzi opened his mouth, his face full of annoyance.
He naturally knew that although Lexuan didn't say it, she still harbored resentment.
Ma Xiaotao bit her lip.
She wanted to retort to Xuanzi, but Lexuan stopped her with a wink.
Even her teacher, Yan Shaozhe, could only treat Elder Xuan with utmost respect.
This incident wouldn't allow Elder Xuan to resign; the academy's higher-ups would never agree.
But as the team leader, his usual carefree and somewhat careless behavior was tolerable and not a big deal.
Yet, in the core area of the Star Dou Great Forest, such a dangerous place, he went off to get some food, acting like it was a vacation…
"Xiao Tao, are you alright?" Xuan Zi asked hesitantly.
"Hmph!" Ma Xiao Tao snorted coldly, ignoring Xuan Zi.
Su Wen felt like he had fallen into a pool again.
He could only watch helplessly as he plummeted into an endless abyss.
Suddenly,a flash of light appeared before his eyes.
A hand reached out, and Su Wen grabbed it with all his might, struggling upwards.
"Huff"
The world shattered.
Su Wen gasped for breath, sitting up with a start.
He was in a quiet bedroom, not luxuriously decorated, but with a simple and unpretentious quality—all wooden furniture, a faint woody scent in the air, and sunlight streaming in through the windows, making the entire bedroom warm and cozy.
He shifted his gaze to the side.
A fair, jade-like hand intertwined with his, each finger long and delicate, painted with red nail polish, looking quite alluring.
And the owner of this hand was none other than Ma Xiaotao, fast asleep beside his bed.
He was lying on a soft wooden bed; the moment he sat up, only his head felt dizzy, but his body was otherwise unharmed.
Wait, my Martial Soul!
Su Wen's pupils constricted sharply, and he immediately checked his own condition.
His meridians were functioning normally, without the cliché of blocked meridians.
The Poké Ball that had been quietly suspended in his spiritual sea was still there.
Had it repaired itself?
Su Wen was bewildered.
But he also breathed a sigh of relief.
This world required strength; without strength, one could not move an inch.
If it were truly crippled, then there would be some fun.
The Poké Ball was empty; the hurricane was not inside, but Su Wen wasn't worried.
Although he had fainted from the pain, he was still vaguely conscious.
The Bloodthirsty Demon Tiger, whose strength had plummeted, had been brutally killed by the Shrek Academy disciples.
It's highly likely that Hurricane returned with the team.
As for where, he trusted his senior sister would arrange it.
Then he began to probe his soul power.
"Huh? Level fourteen?!"
Su Wen exclaimed in surprise.
His cultivation level had increased instead of decreased!
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