Southern temporary base on the tundra.
A dozen Transcendents used sealed objects to build a windproof base. Inside the temporary tent, several dical Transcendents were responsible for treatnt... Inside the rescue tent lay four weak figures.
"Damn, the injuries are starting to worsen!"
"Breathing is undetectable! Spiritual power is starting to disperse!"
"Prepare to activate the ’Soul Calming Needle’... countdown, three, two, one..."
"It’s effective, repeat!"
"The effect is diminishing, repeat again, increase the dosage!!"
Holy Light filled the small tent, the brightness illuminated the tent, snow wind and cold were blocked by an invisible barrier, yet the Transcendent physicians responsible for the treatnt began to feel their hearts turn cold...
The spiritual aura of the four colleagues attacked by the "Soul Crusher" was rapidly weakening.
Their souls were locked in a terrible nightmare, withering at an incredible speed—
Due to the sudden incident, there were no Fourth-tier Spiritual experts nearby in this icy wasteland, and the "treatnt thods" they had could only temporarily delay the process, all healing sealed objects had been used, to little avail unfortunately.
Spiritual wounds are the hardest to heal in this world!
Without a miracle.
The outco of this treatnt... is actually already determined now.
Outside the tent.
The Transcendents of the Mu Family were on patrol.
Mu Qingyang wore a complex expression. Though a Fourth Order Spirit, he was specialized in "strong attacks", not in dream interpretation and saving lives... In this situation, the only thing he could do was call for Spiritual experts from the base to co for treatnt, but the nearest would take half an hour to arrive, normally not a long ti.
Yet now...
Who knows if these four can hold on?
Mu Qingyang paced outside the tent, recalling the scenes with Tang Ran, he had to bear substantial responsibility for the severe injuries of these four colleagues.
If he had realized Tang Ran was insane.
Perhaps then, they would have been fine.
"Captain..."
One team mber saw Mu Qingyang’s anxiety and comforted him, "You’ve been busy for a long ti; it’s ti to take a break."
When the eradication task began, even before the final list appeared, the Mu Family conveyed their intention for Mu Qingyang to execute this task, so he set off imdiately from Jiuning District, rushing to the tundra... accepting the task, arranging personnel, having not closed his eyes for several days.
"It’s nothing."
Mu Qingyang shook his head and said, "The Spiritual physician racing here isn’t that far now, I’ll go et him."
Several subordinates heard this and wished to speak but fell silent.
They were trusted followers of Mu Qingyang from Jiuning District, well aware of the Young Master’s upright way of handling things, never resting calmly when such incidents occurred.
After saying this, Mu Qingyang left the tent.
As he walked out, a gust of snow wind swept in, the Mu Family subordinates had a montary illusion, seeing a black-clad silhouette carrying what seed like a "weapon" moving with the wind.
Seconds later.
The black silhouette arrived outside the tent.
"Who?!"
The patrollers were imdiately on alert, snow flying, the black figure murky, and the sudden "visual impact" of its closeness was intense!
A middle-aged Mu Family expert with strength reaching the eighth level instinctively thrust out a spear.
The red tassel fluttered.
Thrust into the snow, hit nothing.
In a blink, the black shadow slipped into the tent.
Simultaneously, a voice with a gentle smile sounded by everyone’s ears—
"Don’t be nervous, it’s one of us."
The snow wind dissipated, revealing the visitor quickly in seconds, a tall young man, perhaps pale due to being surrounded by snow, his coat dusted with frost. His face bore a gentle smile, like a weary traveler finally reaching an anticipated inn.
Even with so snowflakes covering his face, this expression was unmissable to Transcendents from the East Continent.
"Gu Shen!"
"It’s Mr. Xiao Gu!"
Even these followers of Mu Qingyang from Jiuning recognized Gu Shen imdiately.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
The middle-aged man who thrust the spear looked at the spear with a complex expression and then glanced at Gu Shen as if seeing a ghost... If he didn’t sense wrongly, this young man’s spiritual aura was at the eighth level?
On the sa level as himself!
His earlier spear strike, infused with essence, energy, and spirit, how did Gu Shen dodge it? He didn’t even see it clearly!
Not to ntion see it clearly!
His vision, spiritual power, couldn’t keep up with Gu Shen’s movent!
With a "thud", Gu Shen let go, dropping sothing round onto the ground, a mont of realization for the patrollers showed it was a head frozen in ice, and the owner of the head...was clearly Tang Ran!
"Is this Tang Ran?"
"Tang Ran is dead?"
Before the patrollers could rejoice, Gu Shen said, "This item is useful, guard it for first, rember... do not defrost it."
As Gu Shen spoke, he headed into the tent.
Inside the tent, the busy physicians looked at the dwindling spiritual power of the four injured, their spirits sinking lower and lower.
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