Chapter 39: The Undead Plane and Suppression

Jiang Jue quietly retreated to a relatively safe position but did not leave.

The real thing he wanted to do hadn't started yet—how could he just walk away?

He observed the beast spirits released by Zhang Peng, deep in thought.

Zhang Peng's Scorpion-Tiger Martial Soul originated from the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, requiring constant devouring of spirit beast blood and souls to evolve.

The beast spirits he now released were all spirit beast souls he had previously absorbed, combined with his own spiritual power and soul power.

This was Zhang Peng's trump card, making him extremely troublesome to deal with. Beast spirits had extremely high resistance to physical attacks while possessing both physical and spiritual offensive capabilities. As the user, Zhang Peng could merge into any of the beast spirits at any moment for a surprise attack.

But now, these beast spirits were clearly weaker than before—because Zhang Peng had already detonated his twelve strongest beast spirits earlier.

Now, before the remaining beast spirits could even reach the Ice Emperor, they were frozen within the Everfrozen Domain. A mere shockwave from the Ice Emperor reduced them to countless ice shards.

"Boom!"

Zhang Peng's tiger paw collided with the Ice Emperor's front pincers. Although Zhang Peng's Martial Soul True Body was nearly ten times the size of the Ice Emperor, he was gradually being overpowered.

His massive form was continuously pushed back, the once-dark tiger palm now covered in frost. His large tiger eyes showed clear signs of pain.

For a Titled Douluo, advancing each level was already incredibly difficult, and for a Super Douluo, the gap between each level only widened further.

Zhang Peng was already not the Ice Emperor's match, let alone now—wounded and fighting in the Ice Emperor's home terrain. With these two disadvantages stacked together, Zhang Peng was undoubtedly going to lose.

"If I'm going to die, then I won't let you have it easy either!"

A crazed light shone in Zhang Peng's dark purple eyes as his soul core spun wildly within his body. Wind and thunder surged around him, while the scorpion hook on his tail condensed a black sphere of energy.

His Scorpion-Tiger Martial Soul inherited the darkness, lightning, and evil attributes of the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger. At this moment, he was merging all three attributes into one, unleashing his strongest attack.

"Go! Dark Demon Thunder!"

The black sphere on Zhang Peng's scorpion tail expanded rapidly in the wind, growing to over three meters in diameter before charging straight toward the Ice Emperor.

"Ice Emperor Protection!"

The Ice Emperor let out a sharp screech as its scales lit up, blending turquoise and icy hues together. The ultimate ice surged outward, manifesting into a colossal Ice Jade Emperor Scorpion!

"Boom!"

A deafening explosion erupted. Furious winds raged like a storm, shattering the ice plains, sending deep and jagged cracks racing outward.

As the smoke cleared, both figures emerged.

Zhang Peng had fallen out of his Martial Soul True Body state. His entire body looked drained, his steps unsteady, face ashen, and his eye sockets deeply sunken.

The Ice Emperor, though somewhat disheveled, still stood strong. Its previously dazzling, radiant scales had been blasted apart in places, with dark energy clinging to some areas.

Even so, it was ultimately useless—because within the Ice Emperor's golden crystalline eyes, a murderous glint flashed as it rushed toward Zhang Peng.

"Bang!"

With just a single strike, Zhang Peng was sent flying like a ragdoll, his body covered in fresh wounds.

"The Holy Son should have already escaped..."

Zhang Peng's consciousness blurred as he muttered to himself.

For the first time in his life, he had risked everything for someone else. The feeling was difficult to put into words.

However, the pain of crashing into the ground never came—someone had caught him.

Using all his strength, Zhang Peng forced his eyes open to look at the figure holding him.

"Holy Son! Why are you..."

"Elder Zhang, close your eyes and rest. When you wake up, everything will be fine."

The one who caught Zhang Peng was none other than Jiang Jue!

Zhang Peng could hold on no longer. His eyes shut, and he lost consciousness.

Jiang Jue landed gently, carefully laying Zhang Peng down while secretly channeling the life energy from his Golden Essence of Life into Zhang Peng's body to keep him alive.

"Human, I am quite curious—why didn't you leave?"

The Ice Emperor gazed at Jiang Jue with doubt.

Earlier, this human clearly had the chance to escape. Even though he wouldn't have gotten far, he still should have tried. Yet he didn't.

"Ice Emperor, since you've injured someone from my Holy Sect, you will have to pay the price."

Jiang Jue's voice rang out, cold and indifferent.

A gust of frigid wind blew past, causing his black robe to flutter wildly. Yet his posture remained tall and unwavering as he stared at the Ice Emperor.

"Arrogant words! Just a mere Soul Elder like you?"

"What a joke!"

"Hand over my Ten-Thousand-Year Cold Ice Marrow now, and maybe I'll give you a swift death!"

The Ice Emperor sneered as it advanced toward Jiang Jue.

Jiang Jue watched the approaching Ice Emperor, the corners of his lips curling into a confident smirk. A glimmer of certainty flashed in his eyes.

"Come out, Elder Yi!"

The moment Jiang Jue's words fell, a deathly gray halo emerged from his body, emanating an eerie aura.

At the same time, gray mist continuously spread outward, enveloping the surrounding space. Everything touched by this mist turned gray, as though time itself had frozen.

A gray figure materialized behind Jiang Jue. An indescribable, suffocating aura of dominance pressed down upon the Ice Emperor.

"This... this is divine power!"

The Ice Emperor gasped in shock.

This overwhelming suppression—it had felt it once before, ten thousand years ago, when someone had ascended to godhood.

How could a mere Soul Elder possess such a force?

"A little scorpion dares to bully someone under my protection?"

The gray figure was none other than Electrolux.

With a wave of his hand, a six-pointed star formation shot out from his palm, rapidly expanding and enclosing the Ice Emperor.

"What is this?"

The Ice Emperor attempted to evade, but it was futile—the six-pointed star formation locked onto it like a curse, sealing it within.

The moment it was trapped, two strange forces filled the formation.

In that instant, the Ice Emperor felt completely isolated from the outside world, unable to even sense the ice element it knew so well.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The Ice Emperor raised its pincers, striking the barrier repeatedly in an attempt to break free.

Cracks began to form on the formation's surface—but it refused to shatter.

How could this formation be so easily broken? Jiang Jue and Electrolux had spent two and a half months and countless resources refining it.

"Elder Yi, begin."

Jiang Jue gazed at Electrolux, his voice calm, but a trace of excitement lingered beneath the surface.

Electrolux nodded slightly, raising his right hand.

A massive, hundred-meter-tall black gate suddenly materialized beneath the Ice Emperor's feet. The door was adorned with countless engravings of undead creatures, exuding an ominous aura.

"Gate of the Undead—open!"

With a resounding clang, the massive gate slowly swung open, like a monstrous maw devouring its prey.

"Whoosh!"

As the Ice Emperor was swallowed, the entire gate vanished, as if it had never existed.

The Undead Plane

The Ice Emperor reappeared—now within an entirely different realm. The six-pointed star formation had already faded.

Looking around, unease crept into its heart.

It had entered another world. Everything was foreign.

The sky was dim, with a black sun hanging overhead, emitting eerie purple light.

The land was barren, devoid of any vegetation, covered only in pitch-black soil exuding a chilling aura.

In the distance, several low-level white skeletons were fighting each other.

"Is this... still Douluo Continent?"

(End of Chapter)