Douluo's Soul Power increases by two levels every year

Chapter 270 With Strength to Uproot Mountains!

Han Feng was unaware that in the mixed zone of the far north, the most powerful figure in the world was waiting for him. Fearing that Qian Daoliu would send people to capture him again, Han Feng spent five days taking a detour and finally found another entrance to the far north, where he began his fourth divine trial anew.

Having experience, Han Feng wasn't as embarrassed as before, but it still took him seven days to figure out the surrounding environment and the way into the mixed zone.

After more than thirty days, Han Feng is finally about to venture into the mixed zone of the far north again!

Because of the Serpent Spear Douluo incident, Han Feng was extra cautious this time. He wrapped his entire body in a skin he had peeled off a snow sheep, perfectly blending into the snow of the far north. He also carefully covered every footprint he left with snowflakes. Han Feng sealed his soul power, leaving no flaws whatsoever!

Han Feng is now like a snowdrift that can be found anywhere in the far north. As long as no one pokes at him or plows the ground like the Titan Snow Demon King, no one will be able to find Han Feng!

But unexpected things always happen, like now...

Even from a great distance, Han Feng could feel the tremors of the ice layer. Although he didn't know if it was aimed at him, there was definitely a giant soul beast of the ten-thousand-year level rushing around nearby!

"Tsk! Seriously! I just wanted to sneak around the far north, what did I do to deserve this?! When I was looking for you guys, you all played hide-and-seek with me, and now that I don't want to see you anymore, you all come looking for me on your own?!" Han Feng rolled his eyes and simply shrank into the sheepskin.

Four months ago, I was almost inside the core area of ​​the far north, but I didn't see many ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts. Now, I'm just wandering around the outer area, and I'm seeing both titled Douluo and ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts!

They're afraid of having too much free time!

To Han Feng's surprise, despite the vastness of the far north, that ten-thousand-year-old soul beast was charging headlong toward him!

Han Feng cursed under his breath, but fortunately, the soul beast's target wasn't him; the Soul Hunting Team was chasing after it.

Seeing this, Han Feng rolled his eyes and simply lay down on the spot.

If you're so capable, just stomp him to death!

With a Soul King-level physique right there, a mere Soul Beast that only emerged after ten thousand years wouldn't stand a chance against Han Feng in a real hand-to-hand combat!

Han Feng had no intention of showing himself. He had learned his lesson and was now wiser. He had been too reckless before, and many Soul Hunters had seen his strange behavior, which made him a target of their attention. This allowed the Serpent Spear Douluo to track him down. Han Feng did not intend to make the same mistake twice.

"Wow! A ten-thousand-year-old and three-thousand-year-old Inkblood Ice Elephant King, what a huge trunk!" Han Feng lay in the sheepskin, watching the huge black shadow rushing past him with an air of smug amusement.

To Han Feng's surprise, whether it was because his view was blocked by the Ink Blood Ice Elephant King or for some other reason, he did not see a single person, but could only hear a series of urgent sounds.

Han Feng raised an eyebrow, muttering in surprise, "Up there? So many people, and they can all fly?"

The sound came from overhead, indicating at least four people, and they were all from different directions. It was clearly impossible for one flying soul master to be leading three other soul masters. This was the first time Han Feng had ever seen four flying soul masters acting together!

"Everyone be careful, this beast can't run anymore! I'll lead the attack, Lin Xia and Lin Tian, ​​you two hold him off, Xiao Ao, protect yourself and be ready to provide support at any time!" A calm and experienced voice rang out, seemingly that of a team leader.

"roar!"

Before the other three could answer, the Inkblood Ice Elephant King seemed to know that it had reached a dead end, and let out a long roar to the sky. The angry and desolate roar shook people's souls!

"Boss!" A slightly panicked voice rang out, seemingly startled by the roar.

"Don't panic! This Ice Elephant King has already been driven out by the herd, and no ice elephants will come to its aid!" That steady voice rang out again, and he charged out first, his Martial Soul manifesting, displaying the full power of the Soul King!

Seeing this, the other two Soul Masters no longer hesitated and immediately possessed their Martial Souls, one becoming a Soul King and the other a Soul Master!

"Fourth Soul Skill: Frost Prison!"

"Third Soul Skill: Ice Cloud Sword Rain!"

The two Soul Masters who attacked later used their Soul Skills first. Four enormous ice pillars appeared beneath the feet of the Ink Blood Ice Elephant King, freezing it solid. Countless ice swords rained down from the sky, striking the Ink Blood Ice Elephant King's thick body, but causing it no pain.

This is also the predicament of most Soul Masters who make a living in the far north.

Those who brave the bitter cold to travel to the far north are mostly ice-attribute soul masters, who need soul rings and soul bones dropped by ice-attribute soul beasts in the far north.

The problem is that these spirit beasts in the far north live in this harsh, freezing environment, and their resistance to frost and cold is far beyond what human spirit beasts can imagine. Trying to fight the spirit beasts in the far north with an ice-attribute spirit is simply a thankless task!

Therefore, many skilled ice-attribute martial soul masters have no choice but to follow behind others whose soul power is similar to or even inferior to their own, and follow their lead—just because other people's martial souls are more popular in the far north!

Clearly, this is exactly what the squad in front of us is like!

"Fifth Soul Skill: Golden Wheel One-Slash Slash!"

Seeing that the Inkblood Ice Elephant King was being held back, the calm and collected Soul Master in the lead made a decisive move. He drew out a gleaming broadsword, his fifth Soul Ring suddenly lit up, and the broadsword in his hand grew larger and larger as he slashed down at the Inkblood Ice Elephant King!

"Roar! Roar roar roar!"

The broadsword pierced between the eyebrows of the Inkblood Ice Elephant King, but failed to kill him. In pain, the Inkblood Ice Elephant King roared madly, and large gusts of dark green blood rained down from the sky. The stench was so strong that Han Feng rolled his eyes in disgust and had to pinch his nose.

"Oh no! Time to fly is up! Little Ao! Sausage!" At the same time, the composed Soul Master suddenly shouted urgently!

The next moment, the wings on the back of the calm soul master dissipated, and he fell from the sky. The Ink Blood Ice Elephant King also took the opportunity to break free from the greatsword, his beast eyes bloodshot and full of ferocity!

"Brother Zhang!" A voice Han Feng recognized immediately rang out, urgent as he flew to the composed Soul Master's side, his hands forming a hand seal as he hurriedly shouted, "I have a mushroom sausage!"

As the lewd incantation rang out, Han Feng's eyes widened instantly, and he leaped up, exclaiming, "Oscar!?"

But Han Feng's voice didn't reach him before the Ink Blood Ice Elephant King went berserk!

"Roar!" A mournful roar rang out. The Ink Blood Ice Elephant King identified the Calm Soul Master who had injured it. Its aura surged by a full 200%, and dragging its two huge tusks, it charged towards Oscar and the Calm Soul Master!

The Inkblood Ice Elephant King's innate soul skill, Elephant Tomb Lament, allows him to unleash his inner power beyond his limits just before death, a fact that Oscar and the composed soul master were clearly unaware of!

Oscar and the composed Soul Master were both startled, but unfortunately, Oscar's flight time was up, his wings scattered, and he fell from the sky!

Oscar only had a mushroom sausage in his hand, and there was no time to eat it now. Neither Oscar nor the calm soul master were agility-based soul masters, so they could only watch helplessly as the raging Ink Blood Ice Elephant King grew larger and larger in their sight!

If that crashes, whether they live or die will likely depend on their fate!

"Damn it!" Han Feng cursed angrily. How could he possibly ignore Oscar? He unleashed his blood energy, and the originally harmless sheepskin figure instantly transformed into a ferocious beast surrounded by blood energy. Like a cannonball, he charged towards the Ink Blood Ice Elephant King at top speed!

The Inkblood Ice Elephant King was enormous, and Han Feng could only hold onto its tail.

The scene was quite bizarre: a tiny human was hugging an elephant's tail that was thicker than his own waist. There was not a trace of soul power fluctuation in his body, but his face was ferocious and his limbs were engorged with blood, as if he wanted to pull back the rampaging Ink Blood Ice Elephant King!

The Lin brothers, who witnessed all of this, couldn't help but sneer!

How can human strength compare to that of spirit beasts?!

Moreover, this is the Ink-Blood Ice Elephant King, renowned for its size and strength!

But what happened next was something they would never forget!

All they heard was the madman in their eyes roar, and the ice beneath his feet shattered like tofu. The Black Blood Ice Elephant King's tail was taut, and then it roared as well. The intense pain brought clarity back to its bloodshot eyes, and after taking two more difficult steps, it actually stopped in place, turned around, and growled at Han Feng.

This skinny boy, who looked like he wasn't even an adult yet, actually managed to stop a raging Inkblood Ice Elephant King!

It's a miracle!

But the youth seemed unsatisfied. He exchanged a glance with the Ink-Blood Ice Elephant King, then suddenly grinned, veins bulging on his forehead, and roared, "Rise!"

The Black Blood Ice Elephant King's pupils shrank. Its instincts told it that this boy was extremely dangerous. It wanted to run, but the power from Han Feng's hand made it unable to move at all. It could only feel its body getting lighter and lighter, and the scenery in front of it becoming more and more blurry, until finally it crashed heavily onto the ice!

The mighty Inkblood Ice Elephant King, a giant soul beast whose size is among the top in the entire outer region of the far north, was now treated like a toy, being dragged by the tail by a boy, flipped 180 degrees in the air, and thrown to the ground!

Not to mention that human soul masters had never seen it before, even the Ink Blood Ice Elephant King himself hadn't expected it!

Having lived for nearly a thousand years, the Inkblood Ice Elephant King learned for the first time that he could actually fly!

(End of this chapter)