Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

Zhu Zhuqing quickly asked.

Her voice wasn't loud, and her tone was indifferent, but Wang Teng could hear the emotion in those two words.

"good."

Wang Teng smiled and stood up, supporting himself on the ground.

His legs were still a little weak, but he quickly got used to it after regaining his balance.

Wang Teng patted the grass clippings and dirt off his clothes and looked up at the sky.

By this time, the sun had already set behind the mountain ridge, and the clouds on the horizon had turned a dark red, like a layer of ashes about to be extinguished.

In less than half an hour, it will be completely dark.

"I've made up my mind."

Wang Teng said.

All three people's eyes fell on him at the same time.

"Return to the far north."

"Go to that icy pool with the ten-thousand-year-old mystic ice marrow."

“The environment there is special. Although I absorbed some of the Ten Thousand Year Mystic Ice Marrow, there is still a lot at the bottom of that ice pool.”

"I need that kind of environment, a world of ice and snow, plus the deep chill of the pool, which might help me unleash the ultimate ice that lies dormant within me."

Dugu Bo frowned and asked, "Why not go to the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well? Doesn't it also have two extreme environments, ice and fire, there?"

"The Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire is indeed more suitable."

Wang Teng admitted, "But the Mad Axe Mountains are closer to the far north, so a round trip can save one or two months of time."

"Let's try the nearest one first. If the Ice Pool doesn't work, then we can go back to the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Eye."

Dugu Bo didn't say anything more, he just nodded.

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing exchanged a glance but did not raise any objections.

Going to the far north is better than wasting time in the Mad Axe Mountains, and they've been to that icy pool before, so they know how to get there.

Nothing else went wrong during the night.

The campfire was burning brightly. The four men ate some dry rations around the fire, chatted for a while by the firelight, and then found places to lie down.

Wang Teng leaned against the tree trunk and closed his eyes, his mind still swirling with thoughts of the icy pool. Before he knew it, he had fallen asleep.

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, the four of them got up.

Pack your bags, extinguish the campfire, and check your equipment.

They've done these things countless times; it's become a habit.

Wang Teng distributed the remaining pieces of jerky to the three people, took a bite of it himself, and walked to the front of the line as he chewed.

Zhu Zhuqing followed behind him, Ning Rongrong walked in the middle, and Dugu Bo brought up the rear.

The group of four followed the path they had taken, leaving the Mad Axe Mountains and heading towards the far north.

The first few days of the journey went relatively smoothly.

After leaving the mountains, there is a hilly area with gentle terrain, making it easy to walk.

Although the temperature has started to drop, it's still bearable during the day.

By the fourth day, the meadow beneath their feet was gradually thinning out, replaced by gravel and frozen soil, and the chill in the air grew stronger day by day.

On the fifth day, scattered snow began to appear on the ground, like a piece of white cloth torn into pieces and scattered here and there.

On the sixth day, a blizzard struck.

It wasn't the kind of snowstorm that gradually intensifies; it was a sudden change in the weather.

In the morning, it was just a bit windy, with some fine snowflakes falling from the sky, which felt like sand hitting my face.

By noon, the wind suddenly became fierce, howling in from the west, whipping up snowflakes that swirled and rose in the air, quickly turning the world into a vast expanse of white.

I couldn't see any mountain ridges, any trees, or any direction.

All around was white, a blinding, flowing white, like a giant white wall.

"Hold hands! Don't get separated!"

Wang Teng's voice was torn into fragments by the wind, but fortunately he wasn't far away, and Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing both heard it.

The three people held hands, bent over, and moved forward step by step.

Dugu Bo walked at the very back, his emerald green soul power forming a thin layer of light around his body, keeping the wind and snow out.

Instead of leading the way, he chose to bring up the rear, so that if Wang Teng and the others couldn't hold on, he could catch them in time.

The wind is too strong.

The snowflakes weren't falling; they were flying horizontally, like countless tiny knives cutting into my face from all angles.

Ning Rongrong pulled the hood of her fur coat up tightly, leaving only her eyes exposed. Her eyelashes quickly frosted over, and it felt like her eyelids were frozen when she blinked.

Zhu Zhuqing walked at the front, using the ice resistance from the ice bear's right arm bone to tough it out. Her steps were still relatively steady, but her breathing was noticeably more rapid than usual.

Wang Teng walked in the middle, holding Ning Rongrong's hand with one hand and Zhu Zhuqing's hand with the other.

His soul power circulated slowly within his body, keeping the cold air that had invaded his body at bay.

The temperature in the far north has reached minus thirty or forty degrees Celsius, and the white breath exhaled is blown away by the wind before it can even dissipate.

The snow is getting deeper and deeper.

At first, it only reached my ankles, but as I walked deeper, it went up to my calves, and then it went over my knees.

With each step, you have to pull your leg out of the snow and then step into the snow in front of you, as if you're swimming in an endless pile of cotton.

Their physical exertion was astonishing; in less than half an hour, Ning Rongrong's legs began to feel weak.

"How about... we take a break?"

Ning Rongrong was panting, her voice broken by the wind.

"We can't rest!"

Dugu Bo shouted from behind, "Once you stop, you'll never be able to get up again!"

"In this kind of weather, you have to walk straight to a sheltered place!"

Wang Teng turned around and glanced at Ning Rongrong.

Her lips had turned purple, her face was as white as snow, and her eyes were beginning to glaze over.

Wang Teng knew that Ning Rongrong's physical strength was nearing its limit, but he also knew that Dugu Bo was right. If they stopped in this blizzard, their body temperature would drop rapidly, and frostbite or even death could happen in no time.

"Rongrong, I'll carry you on my back."

Wang Teng released Ning Rongrong's hand and squatted down.

"No...no need..."

Ning Rongrong shook her head, but her tongue was no longer very responsive.

"Come up."

Wang Teng's tone left no room for negotiation.

Ning Rongrong hesitated for a moment, but finally lay down on it.

Wang Teng carried Ning Rongrong on his back, supported her legs with his hands, stood up, nodded to Zhu Zhuqing, and said, "Let's go."

Zhu Zhuqing didn't say much, turned around and continued to lead the way.

Her eyes were firm, and although her steps were slow, each one was steady.

The right arm bone of the ice bear played a huge role at this time, keeping Zhu Zhuqing's body temperature at a relatively normal level, unlike Ning Rongrong who was frozen and became unconscious.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger.

Between heaven and earth, it was impossible to distinguish up from down from left from right; there was only the howling of the wind and the lashing of the snow.

Wang Teng lowered his head and followed Zhu Zhuqing's footprints, walking forward step by step.

His back was warm. Ning Rongrong lay on his back, feeling the warmth, her eyelids growing heavier and heavier.

"Rongrong, circulate your soul power."

Wang Teng felt the person on his back getting heavier and heavier, and quickly called out.

"Um……"

Ning Rongrong mumbled a response, still half asleep.

Dugu Bo walked at the very back, his emerald green eyes scanning the surrounding terrain through the wind and snow.

His soul power perception range was greatly reduced in such harsh weather, but his foundation as a Title Douluo was still intact, making him much stronger than Wang Teng and the others.

Suddenly, Dugu Bo's gaze sharpened.

"Over there! There's an ice cliff three hundred meters away!"

His voice pierced through the howling wind and snow as he shouted, "There might be a sheltered depression below the ice cliff!"

Zhu Zhuqing immediately changed direction and walked towards the location pointed out by Dugu Bo.

Wang Teng followed behind, his pace noticeably quickening.

A distance of 300 meters would normally only take a minute or two.

But in knee-deep snow and howling blizzards, those 300 meters felt like 30 miles.

Every step required all their strength; the wind, like a giant hand, pushed them from the front, preventing them from moving forward.

Finally, Zhu Zhuqing's hand touched a cold rock wall.

It was an ice cliff, not high, about five or six meters high, with a shallow pit eroded into its south-facing side by the wind.

The pit wasn't big, but it was just big enough for four people to squeeze in, and most importantly, it was sheltered from the wind.

The wind blows over the depression but can't get in. The temperature inside is more than ten degrees higher than outside. Although it's still cold, at least it won't freeze you to death.

Zhu Zhuqing was the first to crawl in, followed by Wang Teng carrying Ning Rongrong on his back. Dugu Bo was the last to come in, and he moved some frozen soil and stones from the side to block the entrance of the pit, leaving only a narrow gap for ventilation.