Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I am the White Emperor of Heaven

The nine tails of the Nine-Tailed Silver Fox stood up simultaneously, and the phantom of the spirit ring on each tail became solid, as if the nine tails themselves were nine spirit rings.

"Nine-Tailed Silver Fox's Seventh Soul Skill - Martial Soul True Body!"

Su Chen's body merged with the Nine-Tailed Silver Fox, transforming into a gigantic silver fox. Nine tails swayed behind him, each tail possessing a different attribute—fire, ice, lightning, wind, earth, light, darkness, space, and time. This was the Nine-Tailed Silver Fox's most powerful form, and Su Chen's ultimate trump card.

"How is this possible!" Mo Yuan exclaimed in shock. "How could your martial soul possess nine attributes simultaneously?"

"Because I am a nine-tailed silver fox." Su Chen's voice came from the silver fox's mouth, calm and confident. "More than a hundred years of cultivation have allowed me to integrate all nine attributes into my martial soul. This is my true martial soul form—the nine-tailed fox!"

The silver fox's nine tails lashed out simultaneously, unleashing attacks of nine different attributes at once. The Flame Tail spewed forth scorching pillars of fire, the Frost Tail unleashed a chilling storm of ice, the Lightning Tail blasted down blue lightning, the Wind Tail whipped up a raging gale that tore everything apart, the Earth Tail caused the ground to tremble and crack, the Light Tail shot out dazzling arrows of light, the Dark Tail created a dark vortex that devoured everything, the Space Tail shattered the surrounding space into fragments, and the Time Tail slowed down the movements of its enemies.

This is not a single-attribute attack, but a fusion attack of nine attributes. Each attribute works together and amplifies the others, so the power is not simply added together, but multiplied together.

Mo Yuan and the other two's expressions changed drastically, and they simultaneously unleashed their strongest defensive soul skills.

Mo Yuan's python martial soul coiled into a snake formation, and black mist formed a thick barrier. His crow martial soul released a black mental barrier, attempting to withstand the mental attack. His spider martial soul wove a giant black spider web, enveloping the three of them.

However, these defenses are as flimsy as paper when faced with a combined attack of nine attributes.

Flames burned through the spider web, ice froze the crow's mental barrier, lightning shattered the python's black mist, a gale scattered the fragments, an earthquake made the three of them lose their footing, arrows of light and vortexes of darkness attacked simultaneously, and spatial cutting and time slowing made it impossible for the three of them to dodge.

boom!
With a deafening roar, a massive crater was blasted into the ice hill. Mo Yuan and his two companions were blasted away, crashing heavily onto the snow. Mo Yuan's python martial spirit was forced back into his body, while his crow and spider martial spirits vanished. Their black robes were ripped to shreds, and their bodies were covered in burns, frostbite, and cuts, black blood pooling on the ground.

Mo Yuan struggled to stand up, but failed. His left leg was blown off, his right arm was frozen black, and he had a deep, bone-revealing wound on his chest with at least three broken ribs. His two companions were in even worse shape; the black-robed man with the Raven Spirit had already fainted, and the black-robed man with the Spider Spirit was still awake but unable to stand.

Su Chen withdrew from his Martial Soul True Body state and reverted to human form. His face was pale, his forehead was covered in sweat, and his breathing became rapid. The Martial Soul True Body had taken a heavy toll on him, especially the simultaneous release of nine attributes, which had almost drained seventy percent of his soul power. But the effect was significant: one of the three powerful individuals was dead and two were injured, and the patrol team's siege was completely broken.

"Ares!" Su Chen shouted, "Hurry up and finish off the remaining enemies, then retreat north immediately!"

Ares responded, and the lightning power of his Thunder Wolf Martial Soul erupted once more. Without the restraint of the three powerful figures, he was like a tiger among sheep, killing the remaining dozen or so black-robed men within minutes.

"Retreat!" Ares shouted to the trainees. "Take the wounded and retreat north!"

The trainees sprang into action, the wounded were carried onto makeshift stretchers, and the others formed a defensive formation to protect them. Chen Hao brought up the rear, gripping the Sword of Light tightly in his hand, wary of any potential pursuers.

Su Chen looked at Mo Yuan, hesitated for a moment, then turned and left. He didn't kill Mo Yuan, not out of mercy, but because killing someone powerless to resist was pointless. Moreover, he needed Mo Yuan alive to return and deliver a message to the Void Cult—to tell them that the Heroic Army was still there, and the Guardians were still there. Mo Yuan lay on the ground, watching Su Chen's departing figure, the madness in his eyes turning into resentment.

“You… will regret this…” he whispered, “The Cult of Nothingness… will not let you go…”

Su Chen didn't turn around; his voice came through the wind and snow: "Then let's go."

The thirty-three men continued northward, leaving behind a scene of utter devastation. The black blood glared starkly against the white snow, like a distorted painting.

……

After walking for about two hours, it was completely dark. Su Chen found a relatively secluded ice cave and decided to camp there for the night.

"What's the casualty situation today?" Su Chen asked Ares.

Ares's expression was grave: "Five wounded, two of whom are seriously injured. Li Yang's injuries are the most severe; the power of nothingness has invaded his internal organs. The medic says he can only hold on for three more days at most. Zhang Wan's condition is slightly better, but the power of nothingness has also invaded her meridians. If it is not purified as soon as possible, her martial spirit may be damaged."

Su Chen walked to the wounded man's side and knelt down to examine Li Yang's injuries. Li Yang was a nineteen-year-old youth with the Martial Soul of the Flame Eagle and a Soul Power level reaching the Soul King level. He was one of the best among the third batch of students at the Heroic Academy, with a cheerful personality and a love for laughter, always bringing joy to those around him. But now, he lay on a stretcher, his face ashen, his lips black, his breathing weak, and his life force slowly ebbing away.

"Li Yang." Su Chen grasped his hand, her voice gentle, "Can you hear me?"

Li Yang's eyelids twitched, and he struggled to open them a crack, seeing Su Chen's face. His lips curled slightly upwards, attempting a smile, but it was a smile more painful than a grimace: "Strategist... Strategist... am I... going to die?"

"No, I won't." Su Chen gripped his hand tightly. "I won't let you die."

Li Yang shook his head: "Strategist... don't lie... I... I know myself... my body... is no longer up to par... but... I don't regret it... because... I am... protecting..."

“I know you don’t regret it,” Su Chen interrupted him, “but you won’t die. I assure you, you won’t die.”

Su Chen stood up, walked to a corner of the ice cave, sat down, and closed his eyes. He circulated his spiritual power at full force, searching his surroundings. He was searching for something—a rare and precious ice-attribute treasure, something capable of suppressing the power of nothingness and purifying the body. Although the far north was desolate, it also nurtured many precious spiritual herbs. If he could find an ice lotus or snow ginseng that was over a thousand years old, it might save Li Yang's life.

His mental energy swept across the ice field, searching inch by inch. (End of Chapter)