Douluo Continent: Starting with a Heavenly Fire Judgment

Chapter 115 Arrival

At this moment, Wang Yan said, "The reserve team members should practice on their own first, while the regular team members will be responsible for guidance and protection."

After a period of practice, Bei Bei and the others were finally able to maintain flight. It was Ji Lin who taught Wang Qiu'er how to use the flight soul tool, which he was familiar with.

With the flying soul tool, everyone's speed increased, but it was unrealistic to reach their destination before dark. In the end, Elder Xuan led them forward at high speed.

We finally arrived at our destination near midnight.

The western border of the Star Luo Empire.

Night had fallen, and tonight there was no starlight or moonlight; in the desolate wilderness, it was pitch black. This was the darkest hour of the night, and soon, as the sun rose in the distant east, a new day would begin.

Suddenly, a white light streaked across the sky, leaving a dazzling trail of flame, as if it were about to cleave the entire sky in two.

The white light was falling towards the ground, and its speed gradually slowed down.

Suddenly, the white light expanded rapidly, like a huge platform that quickly opened up, with a diameter of tens of meters. One could see that the black figures were being supported by the platform formed by the white light and slowly falling to the ground.

"vomit……"

"vomit--"

The sounds of retching rose and fell, the white light faded, and a dozen figures slumped about, some squatting on the ground, others leaning against tree trunks. At least half of them were vomiting.

Elder Xuan's speed was too fast for most people to keep up with. Even the two Soul Emperors, Ma Xiaotao and Dai Yueheng, turned pale and became mentally disoriented.

As long as Ji Lin remained expressionless and unaffected, he was already used to the feeling of high-speed flight, having often been carried by Chi Yuan. Moreover, Chi Yuan was much faster than Elder Xuan, so this speed was nothing to Ji Lin.

"What a spineless bunch. Look at Ji Lin, he didn't even react. And you call yourselves senior students of the inner academy." Elder Xuan picked up his wine gourd, took a sip, and looked disdainfully at the group of people who were dry heaving on the ground. His gaze toward Ji Lin also carried a hint of surprise and admiration.

Xiao Xiao's face turned pale. She stood up shakily and looked at Ji Lin, saying, "Class monitor, why aren't you reacting?"

Ji Lin shrugged and said helplessly, "I'm used to it."

Wang Dong'er helped Wang Qiu'er to her feet, and complained, "How can you get used to this?!"

"Little Dai!" Elder Xuan called out lazily.

Dai Yueheng's facial muscles twitched slightly, but he still obediently walked over and respectfully greeted, "Elder Xuan."

Upon hearing Elder Xuan's address to Dai Yueheng, Ji Lin almost burst out laughing. The others, forgetting their nausea, turned their heads away, their shoulders shaking, clearly struggling to hold it in.

Elder Xuan said, "When I came down just now, there was quite a commotion, which must have alerted the military. I've handed it over to you to handle."

After saying that, Elder Xuan's figure flashed and disappeared.

Sure enough, not long after, streaks of light descended from the distant sky, landing precisely in their direction.

Dai Yueheng raised his hand and threw a punch into the air. Instantly, a ball of white light exploded three meters above his head, spreading out a white halo.

The figure descending from the sky immediately identified its location, and soon, a team of thirty warriors, all dressed in black tight-fitting leather armor, descended from the sky.

The flying soul tools they wore appeared to be of even better quality than those that Dai Yueheng had borrowed.

As they fell, these people quickly formed a circle, surrounding everyone.

The leader was an elderly man with a stern face.

"Who are you? What is your purpose in approaching our army using a flying soul tool?" As he spoke, the old man and his companions all released their martial souls.

In an instant, the dazzling light of the spirit rings illuminated a large area of ​​open space. The old man at the head was none other than a seven-ring spirit saint-level expert.

Most of his comrades were also Soul Masters, and there were a few Soul Kings as well.

Under the glow of their spirit rings, a white tiger head pattern appeared on their chests, clearly indicating that they were soldiers under the command of the White Tiger Duke.

"Mr. Du, don't you recognize me?" Dai Yueheng greeted him with a smile.

The old man paused for a moment, then looked closely by the light of the spirit rings. His face instantly lit up with surprise and delight. "Ah! It's the young master! Young master, what brings you here? These are…"

Dai Yueheng smiled slightly and said, "These are all my classmates from Shrek Academy. My father and I have already exchanged letters. Is my father here?"

The old man raised his hand, and the others also put away their soul rings. "I see. The marshal is in the military camp. He must be up and doing his morning exercises by now. I will take the young master and your classmates to meet him."

Dai Yueheng looked back at Xu Sanshi, who was still lying on the ground unable to get up. The others were also pale-faced and weak-kneed, supporting each other.

Dai Yueheng said with a wry smile, "Look at us, can we leave right now? Let's rest for a while first, and then we'll go see Father."

The old man glanced at the disheveled group and said, "Very well, then I'll send someone back to report first." With that, he summoned one of his subordinate Soul Kings, gave him a few instructions, and the Soul King immediately took to the air and used a flying soul tool to return to the military camp to report the news.

After resting for a while, everyone finally recovered. Although their faces were still pale, they finally had the strength to move again.

The group slowly flew towards the military camp. By this time, it was already bright daylight, and the rising sun was shining on them, casting a faint golden light on each of them.

In the distance, large military camps began to appear in everyone's sight. These camps were all built against the mountains, and some were even built on the Mingdou Mountain Range itself.

Describing this place as a military camp is no longer accurate, because on the western side of the camp, the undulating city wall is over thirty meters high and nearly fifty meters wide.

Although it was only early morning, a continuous stream of convoys could already be seen transporting stones out of the mountains.

Soon the group entered the military camp, and led by the elder in charge, they arrived at a tent without any obstacles.

Compared to the other tents, this cowhide tent was much larger, hexagonal in shape, and made entirely of dark brown tanned cowhide. There weren't many guards around, only two squads of about thirty White Tiger Guards patrolling the area.

Led by the old man, the group entered the tent and saw a strong man practicing boxing. His movements were simple and unadorned, but with each punch, a muffled explosion would be heard in the air.

The man's blond hair flowed in the air, and he was shirtless, revealing a muscular, bronze physique. He was probably close to two meters tall. From the side, his chiseled face was strikingly resolute.

Seemingly sensing their arrival, the man slowly withdrew his fist, stood up, and let out a long breath. A roar like a tiger's howl erupted, and instantly, a fierce wind swept through a radius of several hundred meters around the large leather tent. It truly was as if a ferocious tiger had descended. The chilling aura made every Shrek Academy disciple feel their hair stand on end.

(End of this chapter)