boyutpedia Chapter 87, First Soul Ring
Chapter 87, First Soul Ring
Chapter 87 The Fourth Soul Ring
Although the Iron Feather Tiger Eagle had returned, Yang Zhentian did not immediately take action, but instead continued to wait.
Seeing his son's puzzled expression, Yang Zhentian said, "Po Di, you must remember one thing: eagle-type soul beasts have better vision at night than during the day. If we attack at night, the environment will be more restrictive for me than for him. The best time to attack is at noon, when the sunlight is the most dazzling, and eagle-type soul beasts will actually be somewhat restricted."
"Especially for these flying spirit beasts, you should try to kill them with one blow, otherwise they will easily escape and become difficult to track down."
After listening to these words, Yang Podi thought about it for a moment and realized that what his father said made sense; it was indeed the experience of a Soul Douluo. Moreover, the place where the two of them were hiding was a full half kilometer away from the Iron Feather Tiger Eagle's nest, and both the smell and the fluctuations of soul power were beyond the Iron Feather Tiger Eagle's observation range.
Sure enough, by noon the next day, the Iron-feathered Tiger Eagle had not left; instead, it had fallen asleep in its nest.
After settling his son in, Yang Zhentian concealed himself and quietly approached the Iron Feather Tiger Eagle's nest.
Although tiger-type soul beasts that have existed for thousands of years are extremely sensitive to auras, Yang Zhentian was carrying a Breath-Concealing Grass, which allowed him to get relatively close to the Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle.
Just as Yang Zhentian was only 100 meters away from the Iron Feather Tiger Eagle, it seemed to sense something. Not only did its ears twitch, but it also carefully sniffed the air, as if it had caught a whiff of some kind of danger. Its whole body became much more alert.
100 meters is a very close distance for a Soul Douluo. Yang Zhentian suddenly sprang up, and eight soul rings appeared on his body. One of them, a ten-thousand-year soul ring, flashed directly. This was his eighth soul skill: Sha.
At this moment, the Soul-Shattering Spear seemed capable of destroying everything in the world, swiftly piercing towards the Iron Feather Tiger Eagle.
With Yang Zhentian's strength as a high-level Soul Douluo, in terms of pure combat power, he is probably no less than a master who has just entered the Title Douluo realm. How could this ten-thousand-year-old Soul Beast possibly withstand him?
Even though the Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle reacted extremely quickly and tried its best to dodge, it still couldn't escape. Yang Zhentian's shot wasn't aimed at the Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle's body, but at its wings.
This earth-shattering spear thrust pierced through the Iron Feather Tiger Eagle's wing, severing a section of it.
Iron Feather Tiger Eagle seemed to be in pain, letting out a fierce roar. Then, ignoring its injuries, it lunged at Yang Zhentian with its claws, seemingly wanting to tear apart this enemy who dared to ambush it.
Yang Zhentian, having landed a successful blow, did not retreat. Instead, he raised his spear and thrust it at the Iron Feather Tiger Eagle again. The tiger claws and the Soul-Breaking Spear collided directly, but Yang Zhentian remained unmoved, while the Iron Feather Tiger Eagle's claws were pierced with a large hole.
Seeing how powerful the enemy was, Iron Feather Tiger Eagle realized that it was no match for the enemy in front of it and seemed to want to retreat and escape.
But Yang Zhentian wasn't about to let him escape. He gripped his gun with both hands and launched another attack, thrusting his gun repeatedly at Iron Feather Tiger Eagle. Before long, Iron Feather Tiger Eagle had multiple wounds, each one very deep, with blood gushing from them. It was clear that defeat was inevitable.
The Iron-Feathered Tiger-Eagle, true to its tiger-type spirit beast nature, was incredibly fierce and domineering. Seeing this, it let out a roar, clearly intending to fight to the death, or even self-destruct.
How could Yang Zhentian allow him to self-destruct? Yang Zhentian's fifth spirit ring flashed, and the entire Soul-Breaking Spear seemed to change, becoming sharper and more profound. It was Yang Zhentian's fifth spirit skill: Break.
Before the Iron Feather Tiger Eagle could self-destruct, Yang Zhentian's Soul-Shattering Spear pierced through its entire body.
After suffering this injury, the Iron-feathered Tiger Eagle collapsed into a pool of blood, still panting, clearly on the verge of death.
However, it must be said that after experiencing such severe damage, especially Yang Zhentian's fifth soul skill, which even pierced through her body, she still didn't die. The body of a ten-thousand-year-old tiger-type soul beast is indeed formidable.
Yang Zhentian had no time to pay attention to the Iron Feather Tiger Eagle now. He quickly turned around and shouted, "Po Di, come here quickly, this Iron Feather Tiger Eagle is about to die!"
Upon hearing his father's words, Yang Podi quickly ran out of his hiding place and headed straight for the Iron Feather Tiger Eagle's nest.
Seeing that his son had arrived, Yang Zhentian said, "Po Di, you need to be sure. This Iron Feather Tiger Eagle is 12000 years old. Once you start absorbing the soul ring, there will be no turning back. If you fail to absorb it, you will be crippled at best, and explode at worst."
Yang Podi glanced at his father and said resolutely, "Dad, I've prepared so much. No matter what, I have to try. I believe I won't fail."
Seeing his son's expression, and knowing his son's personality—once he made a decision, he would never change it—Yang Zhentian was deeply moved.
"Now that you've defeated the enemy, prepare to absorb the soul ring of this Iron Feather Tiger Eagle. I will protect you now."
Yang Podi looked at the Iron Feather Tiger Eagle, which was on the verge of death, and summoned his Martial Soul, the Soul-Breaking Spear, directly stabbing it in the eye.
Unexpectedly, even though the Iron-feathered Tiger Eagle was so badly injured, it still let out a low roar and even tried to swing its remaining wing at the enemy.
Upon seeing this, Yang Podi activated his third spirit ring, and the Soul-Breaking Spear pierced directly into its eye, even penetrating its brain.
The Iron-Feathered Tiger-Eagle let out two low roars before collapsing, its body limp and lifeless. The light in its other eye went out, and it died. At the same time, a black spirit ring appeared above its corpse.
Yang Podi glanced at his father, then sat down beside the Iron Feather Tiger Eagle's corpse and began preparing to absorb the soul ring.
Yang Podi summoned his martial spirit, the Soul-Breaking Spear, and began to absorb the ten-thousand-year-old soul ring he had painstakingly obtained, following the method for absorbing soul rings.
When a spirit ring merges into the body, the pressure is far greater than that of a third spirit ring, many times greater.
In particular, a huge phantom of an iron-feathered tiger-eagle appeared in his mind, pouncing directly at him like a tiger descending a mountain, seemingly carrying boundless momentum.
At this moment, Yang Podi was suffering immense torment and shock, both physically and spiritually, as if he were in hell or in magma, and was on the verge of collapse at any moment.
Yang Podi seemed to know he was in danger, so he concentrated all his mental energy on his Soul-Breaking Spear. Instantly, a huge Soul-Breaking Spear appeared in his mind, especially the tip, which shone with a spear light that seemed to pierce through everything, directly piercing through the phantom of the Iron Feather Tiger Eagle that was pouncing on him.
After being pierced, the entire phantom of the Iron Feather Tiger Eagle spread out in his mind and eventually merged into his mind, and his mental power seemed to begin to strengthen.
As time went by, the black spirit ring slowly merged into his body, eventually settling onto the Soul-Breaking Spear in his right hand.
This time, the absorption of the spirit ring took an exceptionally long time, a full seven hours. It wasn't until seven hours later that Yang Podi's body began to slowly return to calm, as if everything was over.
But Yang Podi himself did not feel that it was over, because his back seemed to be enduring great pain, as if his flesh and blood were about to be torn apart. This feeling seemed familiar.
As the pain intensified, the back pain became more and more severe, especially as if the skin was being torn apart.
Immediately afterwards, two objects burst forth from the skin, and when these two objects were fully extended, they resembled the wings of the Iron-Feathered Tiger Eagle.
It is the external soul bone: the wings of a tiger and eagle.
(End of this chapter)