147: Incident in Shimo City

"It's over!"

He raised the fiery greatsword high, like a judge, and with an unstoppable momentum, he fiercely slashed down at the Crimson-Winged Lava Dragon's exposed, severely wounded neck!

Chii—!

The Azure Purple Flame greatsword plunged into the wound like a hot knife through butter! The violent exotic flame energy completely erupted within the Crimson-Winged Lava Dragon's body!

The Crimson-Winged Lava Dragon's massive body stiffened abruptly, and the light in its huge dragon pupils quickly dimmed. After a mournful cry filled with unwillingness and despair, its mountain-like body crashed down, smashing onto the isolated peak, sending shattered rocks and lava flying everywhere.

A black spirit ring, as deep as molten lava, with crimson-gold flame patterns flowing along its edges, radiating immense energy and majestic dragon might, slowly emerged from the Crimson-Winged Lava Dragon's enormous corpse.

Mo Yuhan landed back on the ground, panting heavily. He looked at the suspended spirit ring, his eyes filled with exhaustion, but even more so with excitement and anticipation. He didn't hesitate at all, immediately sat down cross-legged, adjusted his breathing, and guided the fifty-thousand-year Dragon spirit ring to slowly approach...

The absorption process was long and painful.

The Crimson-Winged Lava Dragon's remaining violent will and vast draconic energy surged through Mo Yuhan's meridians and soul like raging waves.

But having undergone the tempering of subduing exotic flames and the brutalization of life-and-death battles, his will was already as tough as iron.

The Xuan Huang Purple Flame protected his heart, the Azure Lotus Core Flame refined the incoming energy, and his Soul Power firmly suppressed the backlash from the dragon soul.

When the last trace of impure draconic energy was tamed and completely integrated into his spirit ring system, an unprecedented sense of powerful strength filled his entire body.

His aura climbed steadily, finally stabilizing at a completely new height.

The sixth spirit ring, the fifty-thousand-year Crimson-Winged Lava Dragon, was successfully absorbed! The Spirit Ability it brought, Winged Lava Incineration, contained the tyrannical power of incinerating flames and soaring wings, and it created a marvelous resonance with his previous accumulations.

Great Dou Shi, three-star!

The Azure Lotus Core Flame evidently still had energy that hadn't been fully absorbed. Once he absorbed the spirit ring and broke through the limitations, that energy would also completely erupt, allowing him to continue ascending in realm.

Feeling the surging new power within his body, Mo Yuhan opened his eyes, which sparkled with brilliance.

Without hesitation, he unfurled his Purple Cloud Wings, transforming into a streak of light, and returned to the Dou Qi Continent, speeding back towards the Oasis.

When his figure reappeared at the edge of the Oasis, the setting sun had already sunk into the sand sea, leaving only a sky full of magnificent afterglow.

By the pool, under the date palm tree, Ah Yin and Ruo Lin still lay quietly, their breathing steady, their complexions a little rosier than before.

And the little seven-colored snake was coiled beside them, its small body curled into a circle, its head resting on its own tail, its seven-colored snake pupils vigilantly scanning the surroundings.

When it saw Mo Yuhan's figure, its pupils seemed to brighten, and its slender tongue flickered rapidly, emitting faint "hissing" sounds, carrying a trace of imperceptible... relief?

Seeing that his teacher, Ah Yin, and Little Seven were all safe, Mo Yuhan's hanging heart finally completely settled.

He walked closer, and the little seven-colored snake actively slithered over, gracefully climbing up his leg onto his arm. Its cool, smooth scales brushed against his skin, and finally, it coiled on his shoulder, its small head rubbing against his cheek.

Mo Yuhan gently stroked the little snake's cool head, a gentle smile appearing in his eyes: "You've worked hard, Little Seven."

He carefully carried the still unconscious but stable Ruo Lin on his back, and then gently picked up Ah Yin.

Ah Yin seemed to sense a familiar aura, unconsciously snuggling in Mo Yuhan's arms, finding a more comfortable position, and falling into a deep sleep. The little seven-colored snake remained quietly coiled on Mo Yuhan's shoulder.

"Let's leave here," Mo Yuhan murmured, unfurling his Purple Cloud Wings. This time, the edges of the Purple Cloud Wings seemed to have a faint, almost imperceptible sense of the dragon wings' heaviness and power.

He carried the three beings he needed to protect, facing the cool night wind of the desert, and transformed into a resolute streak of light heading towards Stone Desert City, disappearing into the gradually thickening twilight.

The night wind of Stone Desert City carried the lingering heat of the day, stirring up sand at the street corners and hitting the thick wooden door of the Desert Iron Mercenary Group's stronghold, making a rustling sound.

Inside the door, however, the atmosphere was like frozen ice.

Mo Yuhan stood in the center of the courtyard, with bodies lying haphazardly at his feet, all devoid of life.

The strong smell of blood mixed with the scent of dust permeated the air, making one nauseous. Dismembered limbs and shattered weapons were scattered everywhere, and dark red blood seeped into the dry sandy ground, congealing into glaring stains.

The residual heat of the Azure Lotus Profound Purple Flame had not yet completely dissipated; the air still carried the scorching heat that incinerated everything, as well as... a chilling dead silence.

Xiao Ding and Xiao Li leaned against the wall, their faces pale, their chests heaving violently, and wounds of varying depths on their bodies.

Their gaze towards the young man in the center of the courtyard was filled with gratitude for surviving a catastrophe, but deeper within, there was an indescribable shock and awe.

Just moments ago, Rob, the leader of the Desert Mercenary Group, that notorious Great Dou Shi, along with dozens of elite mercenaries he brought, and Mo Ran from the Mo Family, whose aura was as thick as a mountain, were torn apart and incinerated like paper dolls in front of this young man.

That overwhelming power, those cold and ruthless methods of slaughter, were deeply imprinted in their minds.

"Cough..." Xiao Ding clutched a deep claw mark on his ribs, gritting his teeth to stand upright, his voice hoarse and urgent, "Thank you... Yu Han brother, for saving our lives! If you hadn't arrived in time..."

Mo Yuhan slightly raised his hand, interrupting him.

His gaze swept over the messy ground, finally resting on Xiao Ding and Xiao Li. His voice was calm, without a ripple, yet it carried an undeniable weight: "Leader Xiao Ding, Leader Xiao Li, there's no need for thanks. Tell me, where is Qing Lin?"

At the mention of Qing Lin, Xiao Ding and Xiao Li's faces instantly became even more unsightly, their eyes filled with anger, self-reproach, and deep worry.

"Qing Lin..." Xiao Ding's voice was filled with pain, "Just yesterday, the Desert Mercenary Group and that Mo Ran from the Mo Family suddenly launched an attack, catching us off guard. Their... their target was very clear, it was Qing Lin!

We fought desperately, but the strength disparity was too great... In the chaos, Qing Lin was forcibly abducted by them! My second brother and I broke through with severe injuries, barely escaping back to the stronghold, only to be cornered by them here..."

"The Mo Family!" Xiao Li's eyes were bloodshot, his fists clenched, knuckles turning white from the force. "It must be the Mo Family. When that Mo Ran attacked, his eyes were constantly fixed on Qing Lin, and he even mentioned 'Three Flower Exotic Pupils'... They had plotted this long ago! Qing Lin was taken by them to the Mo Family!"

Mo Family. Salt City. Azure Snake Three Flower Pupils.

These keywords were like cold steel needles, instantly piercing into Mo Yuhan's mind.

Fuzzy fragments of memory suddenly became clear at this moment. Yes, the Mo Family!

That family that held sway over the eastern part of the Gama Empire, secretly conducting evil human transplantation experiments, and having a pathological covetousness for people with special pupil techniques and constitutions.

Qing Lin's Azure Snake Three Flower Pupils, which contained strange power, were precisely the "material" they craved.

A bone-chilling killing intent, like a sleeping venomous snake, suddenly awakened and raised its head in Mo Yuhan's heart.

This killing intent was so pure, so sharp, that even the lingering heat of the flames in the courtyard seemed to drop a few degrees.

The little seven-colored snake, "Little Seven," coiled on his shoulder, also seemed to sense this chill. Its small body tightened slightly, and its seven-colored snake pupils vigilantly scanned the surroundings.