Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

Although it is called a hill, it is more like a piece of land that has been torn apart.

The ground was covered with crisscrossing cracks, some wide enough for a dozen carriages to walk side by side, others several feet deep, and the depths were unfathomable. Looking down from above, it looked as if the earth had been viciously scratched by the claws of some giant beast.

Some of these fissures are interconnected, forming natural ravines and isthmuses, while others stand alone in the wilderness, forcing people to take detours.

The mountain walls on both sides of the canyon are steep and rugged, with dark brown rocks that look as if they have been repeatedly polished by time and wind, exuding an indescribable desolation and danger.

This area is called "Death Canyon" not only because of its treacherous terrain, but also because it is a natural barrier for Wuhun City against the soul beasts in the Star Dou Great Forest, and can also be described as a natural fortress.

The soul beasts in the Star Dou Great Forest occasionally migrate or wander outwards, but the Death Canyon lies between them and Wu Hun City, and those ravines and cliffs greatly hinder the soul beasts' advance.

Conversely, the Spirit Hall also used this canyon as an outpost, both to monitor the movements of spirit beasts and to use it as a springboard to penetrate deep into the Star Dou Great Forest to hunt spirit beasts.

However, precisely because this place is so close to Spirit City—so close that even a Title Douluo could travel there in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn—the Spirit Hall maintains extremely tight control over this area.

Whether it's the outer perimeter of the canyon or some of the main roads inside, patrol teams from the Spirit Hall pass by from time to time, either on foot or riding flying spirit beasts, taking turns day and night, almost without interruption.

Such a level of defense is almost insurmountable for ordinary Soul Masters.

But Wang Teng and his group were clearly not to be described as "ordinary".

Gu Rong, the Bone Douluo, is a titled Douluo whose martial soul is the Bone Dragon. His specialty is space-type soul skills.

He put one arm around Wang Teng and the other hand on Sword Douluo's shoulder. The three of them seemed to be enveloped by an invisible ripple, and their figures flashed and disappeared into thin air.

This is the beauty of spatial soul skills. It is not about becoming invisible, but about temporarily separating one's own existence from this space and walking in the cracks of the world. One cannot be seen by the naked eye or sensed by aura.

Using this technique, Bone Douluo, along with Wang Teng and Sword Douluo, silently passed through the layers of checkpoints set up by the Spirit Hall, drifting into the depths of the Death Canyon like three gentle breezes.

However, every soul skill has its limits.

Although Bone Douluo's spatial abilities are exquisite, they cannot be maintained for long periods of time.

On the one hand, the consumption of soul power is enormous, and on the other hand, the terrain of this canyon is too complex. Even in the spatial crevices, Bone Douluo needs to constantly identify the outside direction, and he will go astray if he is not careful.

Therefore, after venturing deep into the canyon, Bone Douluo had to deactivate his spatial soul skill, and the three of them landed on solid ground again, at the edge of a dark rift.

"From now on, we can only conceal our presence and search little by little."

Bone Douluo said in a low voice, his gaze sweeping over the jagged rocks and bottomless crevices around him.

Sword Douluo didn't speak, but simply nodded slightly, suppressing his soul power fluctuations to the minimum.

Wang Teng followed their example, carefully concealing his soul power, his entire being resembling an ordinary stone, with no trace of his aura leaking out.

However, Death Canyon is simply too vast.

How big is it?

Standing on high ground and looking out, all you can see are undulating mountain ridges and crisscrossing valleys, layer upon layer, as if you could never reach the end.

The three of them traversed the canyon in this way, stealthily searching during the day and finding secluded places to rest at night, day after day, like three lone wolves searching for prey in the wilderness.

Sometimes, when they saw the Spirit Hall patrol passing by in the distance, they would immediately hide themselves and wait until the patrol had gone far away before continuing on their way.

This kind of search is tedious and tedious, but no one complains.

Nearly two months passed day by day in this search.

On this day, the midday sun finally pierced through the thin mist above the canyon, casting a warm yellow light onto the rugged rocks.

Wang Teng was following two Title Douluos as they crossed a mountain ridge when suddenly, Sword Douluo stopped and raised a hand, signaling the people behind him to stop.

There are people ahead.

Sword Douluo spoke in a very low voice, but with unwavering certainty:

Bone Douluo and Wang Teng immediately stopped all their movements. The three of them walked forward to the top of the mountain, and then, holding their breath and using a huge rock on the ridge as cover, slowly poked their heads out.

Below is a relatively open valley, surrounded by steep cliffs, with the valley floor covered with pebbles and sparse shrubs.

At this moment, a fierce battle is taking place in this valley.

A massive soul beast was frantically spewing flames, the flames were almost incandescent in color, and the heat was so intense that you could feel the scorching temperature from a great distance.

This soul beast was covered in dark red scales, its limbs were as thick as pillars, its head resembled a Tyrannosaurus Rex, and its eyes were as red as blood. Every roar made the valley vibrate.

Wang Teng recognized it at a glance—the Fiery Tyrannosaurus, a top-tier fire-attribute soul beast, with a violent temperament and extremely strong aggression. Judging from its size and the aura it exuded, it had at least 20,000 years of cultivation.

Two people were fighting the fiery tyrannosaurus.

A burly man with short, crimson hair standing on end, his body seemingly flowing with magma, each strike imbued with intense fire-attribute soul power, head-on confronted the Fiery Tyrannosaurus without flinching.

Wang Teng recognized Yan, a standout among the Golden Generation of the Spirit Hall, who possessed the top-tier beast spirit "Flame Lord" and was known for his formidable attack power.

Previously, Wang Teng and Yan had even fought each other in the Soul Master Competition.

The other was agile, wielding two curved swords with a faint silver light on their blades. His figure was unpredictable, always cutting in and out during the gaps in the Fire Tyrannosaurus's attacks, each swing of his sword precisely striking the gaps in the soul beast's scales.

This person had waist-length silver hair and a face so handsome it was almost otherworldly; he was Xie Yue, one of the Golden Generation of the Spirit Hall.

“It looks like Yan is hunting for his sixth spirit ring.”

Bone Douluo squinted and sensed it for a while, then analyzed in a low voice: "The Fiery Tyrannosaurus, with a cultivation of about 20,000 years, is just right to be the sixth spirit ring."

“Yan’s soul power should have just broken through to level 60. Xie Yue… judging from his aura, Xie Yue is already level 61. He should have already completed the acquisition of his soul rings. He came here specifically to accompany Yan.”

"But why are there only the two of them? Where's the girl from the golden generation?"

Sword Douluo asked in confusion.

"Hu Liena? If she's not here, she must have gone to the City of Slaughter!"

Wang Teng pondered to himself.

Then, Wang Teng's gaze swept back and forth between the two people at the bottom of the valley, and he quickly calculated the difference in combat strength between the two sides in his mind.

Just then, Sword Douluo suddenly frowned slightly, raised his head, and looked across the valley towards the highest mountain peak opposite.

A barely perceptible glint of cold light flashed deep within his pupils as he murmured, "It seems there are more than just the two of them here."

"I sense that a master is protecting us in the shadows."

Upon hearing this, Bone Douluo immediately extended his senses, and after a moment, he also locked onto the hidden aura.

On the opposite mountaintop, behind a huge rock, a person sat cross-legged, exuding a deep and heavy aura, like a lurking bear.

The man was extremely muscular, and even from this distance, one could feel the oppressive aura emanating from him.

"This aura, this soul power, belongs to Demon Bear Douluo, one of the elders of the Spirit Hall."

Bone Douluo pronounced the name slowly and deliberately, his tone carrying a hint of solemnity.

"He is one of the titled Douluo of the Spirit Hall, with the beast spirit 'Demon Bear,' and he follows the path of strength and defense."

“Level 95 is nothing to us, but if he sends a signal or stalls until reinforcements from Wuhun City arrive, then we’ll be in trouble.”

Upon hearing this, Wang Teng's heart sank slightly.

A level 95 Title Douluo is already a top-tier combat force on the continent. Moreover, this place is too close to Wuhun City. If a battle breaks out and the commotion is too great, more Title Douluos will probably arrive in a very short time.

We must act swiftly and decisively, and we must not give the enemy any chance to ask for help.

Bone Douluo was clearly pondering the same question.

He pondered for a moment, then turned to look at Sword Douluo, and the two exchanged a glance.

Their years of tacit understanding meant they didn't need to say much; their meanings were already clearly conveyed to each other.

"Sword Douluo and I will go deal with the Demon Bear."

Bone Douluo spoke in a low voice, his tone steady and decisive.

“That position offers the best view from above; we must remove this thorn in our side first.”

"As for the two at the bottom of the valley..."

Bone Douluo paused, his gaze falling on Wang Teng, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes.

Wang Teng immediately understood his meaning, smiled slightly, and took the initiative to speak, saying, "Let me try to handle those two people at the bottom of the valley."

"you?"

Sword Douluo frowned slightly, his tone filled with obvious worry.

“Your current soul power is level 57, Xie Yue's is level 61, and Yan's is level 60. These two are geniuses carefully cultivated by the Spirit Hall. One against two... that's a bit risky.”

"Don't worry, Grandpa Jian, I know what I'm doing."

A calm and confident light shone in Wang Teng's eyes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned.

"I'm not going to fight them head-on."

"It's not too late to help me after you've dealt with Demon Bear Douluo and are free to do so."

"I just need to stall them for a little while."

Sword Douluo wanted to say something more, but Bone Douluo gently patted his shoulder and said calmly, "Let him give it a try."

"You know how strong this kid is. Even if he can't take down the two below, protecting himself won't be a problem."

Chen Xin and Gu Rong exchanged a glance, then looked at Wang Teng's young yet confident face, and finally nodded, solemnly warning, "Be careful."

“Those two are no pushovers, especially Xie Yue. His martial soul, ‘Moon Blade,’ is incredibly versatile. Combined with Yan’s direct attacks, it is extremely lethal.”

"You're only level 57, so don't be reckless. Try to stall for time, and if you can't hold out, retreat immediately. Sword Douluo and I will deal with the Demon Bear as soon as possible."

"remember."

Wang Teng nodded solemnly.

Bone Douluo said no more, turned around, and stood side by side with Sword Douluo.

He slowly raised his right hand, and an invisible spatial force began to gather in his palm.

Sword Douluo let his hands hang naturally at his sides, and his aura suddenly became incredibly sharp, like a peerless sword that had just been drawn from its sheath. Although he did not release any soul power, his awe-inspiring sword intent made the surrounding air tremble slightly.

"Walk."

Bone Douluo let out a low shout and activated his spatial soul skill once again.

The two figures distorted silently, like reflections in water, before vanishing completely into thin air.

They moved slowly, stepping through the gaps in space, gradually approaching the location of the Demon Bear Douluo on the opposite mountaintop. Their speed was not fast, but their movements were as steady as a rock, without revealing the slightest trace of their presence.

Wang Teng watched the direction where the two Title Douluos disappeared, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.

He withdrew his gaze and turned it back to the ongoing battle at the bottom of the valley.