The enormous lingering rift hung in the sky, continuously radiating terrifying energy.
The surrounding environment seemed frozen under the influence of the overflowing spatial power.
Far from this "place of trouble,"
Xue Di, Bing Di, and Dugu Yan watched the scene.
They had only left the range where Bo Saixi and Tang Chen might detect them; they had not returned directly to Vast Sea City.
Xue Di trusted Ning Rongrong, but she did not trust Ning Fengzhi and the others.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin was a level 99 Limit Douluo, Gu Rong was a level 98 Title Douluo, and with Ning Fengzhi's support—if Bing Di brought Dugu Yan back and something happened, Xue Di would have nowhere to cry.
Xue Di also wanted to see how the battle would unfold. She never expected to witness such a horrifying scene from so far away.
"This fluctuation is similar to before. It shouldn't be Bo Saixi or Tang Chen."
Bing Di's beautiful face frowned; her greenish pupils revealed wariness.
As a 390,000-year soul beast, feeling such oppressive pressure from this far away showed how terrifying the energy at the battle site was.
"It probably surpasses quasi-god peak power." Xue Di's voice sounded.
"You mean…"
"If I were there and had to take that attack just now—I would probably die!"
"This…" Bing Di's mouth fell open. "Ning Rongrong is that ridiculous?"
Didn't Ning Rongrong say she was only around level 95 Title Douluo strength? Since when could a level 95 kill a near-quasi-god like Xue Di?
"Bo Saixi and Tang Chen's soul power has dropped sharply." Xue Di's crystalline eyes looked toward the giant rift.
"A very strong spiritual fluctuation suddenly appeared over there—it seems to be the Sea God."
"The Sea God!?" Bing Di's face filled with shock. Even the pale-faced Dugu Yan beside her was stunned.
"Yes. It's very likely the Sea God helped them block the attack."
"This…"
Bing Di and Dugu Yan looked at each other.
Dugu Yan couldn't help asking, "Your Majesty Xue Di, will Rongrong be in danger?"
No matter what, she was still worried about Ning Rongrong.
Not only were there two level 99 quasi-gods, even a higher existence—the Sea God—had appeared. It was impossible not to worry.
"Just call me Xue Di. I'm not human; honorifics aren't necessary."
Xue Di corrected the address. A mere level 81 Dugu Yan could wipe out hundreds of thousands of soul beasts in two moves.
That was worthy of equal treatment from Xue Di.
An ordinary level 91 Title Douluo might not even win one-on-one against an 80,000 or 90,000-year soul beast.
But with Dugu Yan, anything under 100,000 years couldn't even struggle.
Honestly, if Dugu Yan came to the Extreme North right now, Xue Di felt she wouldn't be able to sleep at night.
Who knows—one night she goes to bed, and the next morning the Extreme North would be left with only 100,000-year soul beasts.
Ning Rongrong was truly outrageous—being able to create such a physique.
Oh, and Dugu Yan's grandfather Dugu Bo had recently used poison to kill several hundred thousand human soldiers.
The most outrageous part: both of them were brought under control by Ning Rongrong.
As expected, all these inhuman monsters flock together.
Xue Di tossed the random thoughts from her mind and recalled Dugu Yan's question.
"Dugu Yan, you can worry about anyone, but never worry about Ning Rongrong. You understand her personality better than I do."
"If she wasn't confident, do you think she would act?"
"Knowing full well Bo Saixi has the Sea God behind her and Tang Chen has the Asura God, do you think she made no preparations?"
"Do you believe that?"
Hearing Xue Di's words, Dugu Yan fell silent. Ning Rongrong always planned before acting.
But Ning Rongrong was still only a Soul Douluo!
Facing a god—a first-level god like the Sea God—how could she not worry?
"Compared to your sect's young sect master, your own situation probably isn't great either." Xue Di saw through Dugu Yan's state.
"I… for Rongrong, this is nothing." Dugu Yan endured not thinking about the wails of dying soul beasts and their helpless expressions before death.
She had hunted soul beasts before, but watching hundreds of thousands die in half an hour…
Those dying screams, those ferocious faces like malicious ghosts—they clung to her constantly.
"You did nothing wrong." Xue Di's voice sounded again. "So-called standpoint is often without right or wrong."
"If someone came to the Extreme North and slaughtered soul beasts on a large scale, Bing Di and I would take revenge at any cost."
"Even if it caused hundreds of thousands of human deaths, we would not hesitate."
After Xue Di finished speaking, the bounded space fell into long silence.
None of the three spoke again; they only looked at the gigantic rift in the sky that was slowly closing.
…
Back at the battlefield.
Ning Rongrong held the Glazed Holy Sword and hovered in the air. Opposite her stood Tang Chen, known as invincible on land, and Bo Saixi, invincible on the sea.
Both were in terrible condition. They had barely blocked the Kyōka Suigetsu skill with everything they had and coughed up several mouthfuls of blood.
Tang Chen's left hand, which held the Clear Sky Hammer, had lost eight of its nine soul rings.
Only the last 100,000-year ring remained quietly on the hammer handle.
Bo Saixi was even worse off. Her energy-formed Sea God Armor was covered in dense cracks. Even the Sea God Trident in her hand, radiating deep blue oceanic aura, had several clear cracks.
One crack ran from the tip all the way to the grip.
Their auras were extremely weak. Their eyes were filled with shock and disbelief as they looked at Ning Rongrong.
"God…"
That single word appeared in both their minds simultaneously.
The attack Ning Rongrong had unleashed was simply beyond what a Limit Douluo could measure.
A single move had forced two quasi-god soul masters into desperate straits.
No matter how you looked at it, it was absurd.
Especially Tang Chen—his eye twitched uncontrollably as he felt a surge of envy, jealousy, and hatred toward Ning Fengzhi.
What kind of monster did you, Ning Fengzhi, give birth to?
Your family's support-type soul master can beat down two assault-type Limit Douluo?
Who the hell would still call that support!
If he and Bo Saixi hadn't desperately burned their divine power, ignoring old injuries and forcibly raising their strength to the peak, the two of them would already be dead.
Even so—two peak quasi-gods, two of the three great mountains of the current human soul master world, had barely managed to barely block this attack only by risking their lives.
Looking at the Sea God Trident in Bo Saixi's hand that looked like it could shatter into pieces at any moment,
Tang Chen only wanted to say:
"Your daughter is this ridiculously strong—don't you feel any pressure at all?"