Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

"melon--"

These sounds intertwined and flooded into the ears of Wang Teng and his companions, who had just emerged from the dense forest, instantly invigorating their weary spirits.

"Finally...we've arrived!"

The thought that the soul beast needed for his second soul ring was right in front of him filled Wang Teng with a surge of warmth, and he unconsciously quickened his pace as he moved forward.

"This kid is really impatient."

Then came Yang Sheng's joking voice with a smile.

"Let's go, let's catch up quickly."

Fearing that Wang Teng might be in danger, Zhang Feng quickly called out to him.

Upon hearing this, the others also quickened their pace.

The trees ahead gradually thinned out, and through the gaps between the last few trees, a vast lake finally came into full view before them.

The lake water was clear, and a thin layer of morning mist covered the surface.

The rising sun casts its rays, spreading a layer of tiny golden scales across the rippling waves.

Chapter 102 Inhuman

In the center of the lake, many birds and spirit beasts are leisurely swimming and playing in the water.

The most numerous of them were birds that were entirely crimson red.

On the south side of the lake stands a huge mountain wall.

The wall was also covered in a bright red color.

Upon closer inspection, one will discover that the red color is not the color of rocks, but rather the result of countless bird-like spirit beasts with equally crimson feathers perched on the ground.

The red flocks on the mountainside and the most numerous crimson birds in the lake are the same kind of spirit beast.

These were Wang Teng's targets on this trip—the Crimson Flame Birds.

"My God... so many Crimson Flame Birds, how am I supposed to even begin?"

Looking at the flock of crimson birds before him, Wang Teng couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

Thousands of Crimson Flame Birds gathered between the lake and the mountain walls, resembling a dancing sea of ​​flames.

He could almost imagine that if they acted rashly, the entire "Red Cloud" would instantly come to life.

By then, let alone hunting for spirit rings, their very survival will be in question.

Immediately, everyone's eyes turned to Yang Sheng.

"This is the 'small Crimson Flame Bird colony' you were talking about?"

"You call this a small-scale operation with thousands of animals?"

Zhang Feng turned around, his face darkening as he muttered a curse under his breath.

"Wang Teng, Commander, don't panic."

Yang Sheng quickly explained, "Don't be fooled by the large number of Crimson Flame Birds here; this group is actually quite small."

“Look closely, there isn’t a single thousand-year-old soul beast among these birds. What else could they be but small ones?”

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately focused their attention and observed closely.

Indeed, despite the large number of Crimson Flame Birds before them, none of the circling flocks exuded the unique aura of a thousand-year-old soul beast.

Even so, the situation is not optimistic.

Zhang Feng frowned and said, "I can force my way in, but that would inevitably provoke an attack from the entire flock of birds."

"I am a Soul Master, so escaping is not difficult for me, but you lot..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was already very clear.

Faced with the collective counterattack of thousands of century-old soul beasts, apart from Zhang Feng himself, it was difficult for the others in the team to guarantee their safety.

"What should we do then?"

Wang Teng was also getting anxious. He turned to Yang Sheng and asked, "By the way, Brother Yang, didn't you say before that your second spirit ring came from the Crimson Flame Bird?"

How did you manage to do it?

"Yes, Yang Sheng, how did you hunt it back then?"

Zhang Feng pressed for an answer.

"Well..."

Yang Sheng scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "To be honest, I was just incredibly lucky to run into a lone, injured Crimson Flame Bird, and that's how..."

"What incredible luck!"

Li Zhishu, who was standing next to her, couldn't help but laugh.

"As for the current situation, I really have no other choice."

Yang Sheng shrugged helplessly.

For a moment, everyone fell silent.

"Everyone walked all night and was exhausted."

"Since we can't think of a good solution right now, let's rest for a bit and have something to eat first."

"Shall we think about hunting soul beasts while we eat?"

Seeing everyone's worried expressions, Li Zhishu made a suggestion.

"Alright."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

After a night of stealthy trekking, everyone had indeed expended a lot of energy.

The group found a secluded spot in the bushes to sit and rest.

Li Zhishu extended his right hand and gave a low shout.

"First Soul Skill: My Baguette is White and Soft!"

With a slight flash of light, five palm-sized baguettes, exuding the aroma of wheat, appeared in his hands.

Everyone took the bread and ate it silently with the water they had brought with them.

While chewing on the soft bread, Wang Teng kept his gaze fixed on the flock of Crimson Flame Birds in the distance, his mind racing as he pondered a way to break the deadlock.

Just as Wang Teng was deep in thought, several figures suddenly appeared in the woods on the opposite bank of the lake.

"Captain, look over there!"

Wang Teng immediately lowered his voice and reminded him, "There seems to be someone on the other side of the lake."

Upon hearing this, everyone quickly crouched down and peered through the gaps in the branches and leaves.

On the opposite bank, a group of people were slowly approaching the lake.

At the front of the group were five or six soldiers wearing standard leather armor, followed by two Soul Masters whose clothing was clearly different and whose aura was more composed.

Strangely, the soldiers at the front seemed extremely reluctant, their steps were slow, and there was even a slight pushing and shoving among them.

The two Soul Masters followed behind, as if urging them forward.

"Soldiers...and Soul Masters, could these be Baron Wildfire's men?"

Yang Sheng squinted and guessed.

"What are they trying to do? Getting so close to the lake is bound to alert the Crimson Flame Birds. Aren't they afraid of causing a conflict?"

Wang Sheng asked in confusion.

Seeing the situation before him, Yang Sheng immediately understood what was going on. His face darkened, and he explained to the others, "Of course, doing this will cause conflict, but they don't care at all."

"Didn't you see? Those who were forced to walk towards the lake were all ordinary people."

"How could this be..."

Wang Sheng muttered something under his breath, a look of reluctance on his face.

"Let's ignore them for now."

Zhang Feng took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and said, "It seems that the people of the Mountain Fire Baron on the other side are also targeting the Crimson Flame Bird."

"This may not be a bad thing for us."

"We can take advantage of the chaos they create and strike at the right moment."

"Makes sense."

Li Zhishu and Yang Sheng nodded in agreement.

“Wang Teng,” Zhang Feng turned his head and asked seriously, “What year’s Crimson Flame Bird do you need?”

After a moment's thought, Wang Teng replied, "Commander, I want one that is over seven hundred years old."

In fact, with Wang Teng's current physique, he is confident that he can absorb a soul ring of about 900 years, let alone 700 years.

However, the fact that he absorbed a spirit ring from a higher level was too shocking, and he did not want to reveal this secret for the time being.

So we settled for the next best thing and made a request of seven hundred years.

He figured that when Zhang Feng and his group hunted soul beasts, they were unlikely to find one that was exactly seven hundred years old. They would most likely bring back one that was even older, which would be close to their limit.

Thinking of this, Wang Teng felt a surge of irritation.

Ordinary Soul Masters face such limitations in their early development. Without a protector they can fully trust and entrust with their secrets, even absorbing Soul Rings beyond their level becomes difficult.

"Seven hundred years?"

Zhang Feng's brows immediately furrowed, and he asked, "Kid, do you know what you're saying?"

"The theoretical limit for a Soul Master's second Soul Ring is 764 years, but that applies to top-tier Beast Martial Soul Masters!"

"You, with only a weapon spirit, do you really think you can compare to those geniuses?"

"Commander, please believe me."