bdsm-fiction 682. Current physical condition
682. Current physical condition
"Who are you?"
The leading Dou Huang suddenly woke up and, seeing the person in front of him and his own inability to use his Dou Qi, he knew very well what had happened to him.
"I advise you to let me go; the Soul Palace is behind me!"
"Oh."
A simple yet chillingly mocking voice rang out, and tiny yet violent electric snakes suddenly pierced into the Dou Huang's limbs and bones. With his fighting spirit unable to be used, several deep, charred wounds that revealed the bone instantly appeared on his exposed skin, and blood gushed out.
"As far as I know, the lowest-ranking members of the Soul Hall are all protectors at the Dou Zong level. How dare a mere Dou Huang, with the strength of an ant, utterly utter the name of the Soul Hall before me?"
Feeling the wounds on his body and the unfathomable strength of the person before him, even the Dou Huang powerhouse felt a sense of despair.
"I told you, can you guarantee my life?"
"Your only choice is to do everything in your power to see if you can use the information you have to fight for your life. There is nothing else you can do." The naked truth was revealed, and the Dou Huang powerhouse's resolve vanished. After all, the person in front of him was right; the so-called threats and consequences were ultimately not as important as his own life.
"We are here to find someone on orders from the Hall of Souls."
"Who should I look for?"
……
"You're back?"
Wang Zhuang looked at the person before him, but didn't know how to address him. However, through Wang Ling'er's account, he now knew to some extent that the person before him was related to the strange black charcoal man.
After learning the situation, a strong sense of regret gripped her heart like a vine. After all, her treatment of the charcoal man was far from kind, and it was entirely possible that she had incurred his wrath. Fortunately, Wang Ling'er had done her best along the way, so she shouldn't have provoked the person before her to unleash his fury.
"Chief镖王, I need to accompany your caravan for a while and I'll need some of your herbs. Of course, I'll pay you on time at the market price."
Upon hearing this, Wang Zhuang was taken aback, almost thinking he had misheard. This powerful figure who could easily annihilate two Dou Huang experts not only didn't pursue the matter but also offered to stay and accompany them? This was practically a guardian deity sent from the heavens; with him here, the danger of this journey would be greatly reduced.
"No, no! I should thank you for saving my life. Don't mention the herbs, if you need anything, please feel free to take them. If there's anything we don't have on the train, I will definitely buy it for you as soon as we reach the next town!" He practically patted his chest to make the promise, adopting an extremely humble posture.
That's good.
Then, this person carefully moved the charcoal-faced man back to his original carriage. However, as he boarded, his gaze swept over the carriage carrying the three distinguished guests, and a cryptic smile appeared on his lips.
This person is Xiao Yan, who was caught in the spatial turbulence in Saint Pill City after his body shattered from taking a full-force attack from a Dou Sheng expert!
The charcoal-colored figure was his true form, while the one who attacked just now was the Three Thousand Thunder Illusion Body he had been cultivating. Because the situation had been quite tense, Xiao Yan had no choice but to intervene to rescue his true form and Wang Ling'er.
Now, inside the carriage, Xiao Yan smiled slightly as he looked at his Three Thousand Thunder Illusionary Bodies. His true body was severely injured and unable to move. Without a clone to take action, today's problem was truly difficult to solve.
In reality, Xiao Yan's soul power had only recovered somewhat, and he was able to summon the Three Thousand Thunder Illusions two days prior. After all, the outburst of a Dou Sheng powerhouse was truly terrifying; at that moment, Xiao Yan almost immediately lost all consciousness.
During this time, he only had a vague and hazy feeling. Two sensations, like maggots clinging to his bones, continuously tormented his remaining consciousness: one was the endless pain that tore his soul apart, as if he were being ground into the deepest part of the void; the other was the extremely violent energy of various flames rampaging through his shattered body, fiercely clashing with the destructive power left behind by the Battle Saint.
Even someone as resilient as Xiao Yan wouldn't want to experience that feeling a second time.
The only thing that could be considered a cause for celebration was that Xiao Yan could feel his physical strength hadn't stopped increasing during this time; on the contrary, it had been absorbing power like a sponge during those desperate circumstances. It had probably reached an extremely powerful level by now, and once his body was fully healed, he would return with even greater strength.
However, all of this is contingent on him surviving and first calming the energy turmoil within his body.
Currently, what's hindering Xiao Yan's recovery is the residual power from the attack by a Dou Sheng expert within his own body, as well as the violent energy resulting from the clash of numerous high-grade flames. This energy could easily tear through anyone's body, since human internal organs are inherently quite fragile. Even Xiao Yan himself couldn't understand how he managed to survive such a terrifying environment.
The clay puppet's power was indeed strong, but it was also limited. He felt that he could not contend with the power of a Dou Sheng (Battle Saint) level expert.
He could understand the vigilance of Wang Zhuang and the others—to be able to maintain a human form and retain a faint life force under such violent energy conflict was a miracle that even Xiao Yan himself found incredible.
In the end, Xiao Yan could only use his soul power to influence his physical body through the Three Thousand Thunder Illusion Body. As soon as his soul power entered, he could feel that his physical body was like an extremely dangerous energy furnace.
Fortunately, Xiao Yan had already sensed that his soul power had risen to another level, and the Three Thousand Thunder Illusion Body had definitely entered its final stage of perfection. The energy and spirituality contained in this Thunder Illusion Body had surpassed the limits of an Earth-rank fighting technique. The reason it couldn't advance further was simply because the limit of this fighting technique was at the high Earth-rank; its creator hadn't explored the possibility of advancing further.
Xiao Yan's soul power also began to slowly soothe the conflict in his internal fighting spirit, allowing it to gradually return to normal.
Three hours.
For three full hours, the three thousand lightning phantom bodies remained completely still. Their entire focus was on calming the raging, chaotic energy storm emanating from their original bodies.
The lightning on Lei Huan's body seemed to dim slightly. Xiao Yan felt that the massive consumption of his soul power was nearing its limit, and he could no longer forcefully support this deep-seated repair. He slowly withdrew the wisp of soul power that had penetrated his body.
Xiao Yan's clone also subconsciously let out a long sigh of relief. A strike from a Dou Sheng could indeed cause upheavals in mountains and rivers. Even now, after so much time has passed, it is still causing damage within his body.