Chapter 209 Stealing from Mingde Hall.
There was no time to watch the two sides fight like dogs. After Wu Xuan's continuous scanning with his aura perception, he finally detected a powerful aura digging a tunnel.
"That's it!" Wu Xuan, transformed into a gust of wind, accelerated forward and burrowed downwards, landing directly in the tunnel.
As he went deeper into the tunnel, the frenzied explosions outside began to subside.
"Bang!" A sound of metal collapsing and shattering rang out. Wu Xuan's expression tightened slightly. It seemed the other side had completed the tunnel, Wu Xuan thought to himself.
Accelerating forward, Wu Xuan suddenly felt the air ahead seemed to become fresher. In less than half a minute, Wu Xuan's view suddenly opened up.
The underground base of Mingde Hall.
The violent roar and the tremors of the earth caused both sides to stop fighting, their expressions changing drastically. If this place collapsed, none of them would be able to get out alive.
"Poison doesn't kill, why?" Jing Hongchen said through gritted teeth. Suddenly, he seemed to realize something and shivered. With a roar, "Bastard! How dare you..." he turned to run into the Mingde Hall. He suddenly remembered the source of the violent roar.
But how could the Body Sect, whose plan was already half complete, allow him to interfere at this time? A terrifying green storm suddenly descended from the sky. Poison Undying, sacrificing his own source soul power, transformed into nothingness, countless terrifying figures rushing towards the Mingde Hall's experts.
Their overwhelming aura clearly aimed to kill Jing Hongchen, completely ignoring the attacks of other powerful soul masters.
Left with no other choice, Jing Hongchen had to turn back to fight. He relied solely on his powerful level nine soul tools; in terms of true strength, he was far inferior to Poison Undying. This level ninety-eight peak Douluo possessed near-level ninety-nine strength. If it weren't for the fear of the entire underground world's collapse, at least a third more of the Mingde Hall's experts would have perished.
The battle reignited instantly. Amidst the frenzied clashes of the powerful warriors on both sides, the casualty figures didn't rise significantly. After all, while their attacks couldn't be launched with full force, their defenses were formidable! Poison Undying's objective was to hold off these Mingde Hall experts, creating opportunities for his own people.
"Whoosh." Wu Xuan, materialized, flashed out from the end of the passageway, appearing inside a corridor.
The soul-guiding lights on both sides of the corridor were flashing incessantly, indicating the instability of its structure.
Continuously activating the 100,000-year-old soul skill, Shadowless Wind, was extremely taxing on soul power; it had already consumed 20% of Wu Xuan's. To prepare for the dangers to come, it was best to conserve his soul power.
Spreading his mental energy, Wu Xuan instantly gained a clear view of all the passages in the underground base and the several warehouses at their ends.
At this moment, the underground warehouses were deserted. Judging from the lingering aura, many of the Mingde Hall experts who had rushed outside must have left through here.
"Hmm! Why is there a level 40 Soul Master's soul power fluctuation nearby? Right, it's Huo Yuhao." Wu Xuan suddenly realized and continued to investigate carefully. He didn't have time to deal with Huo Yuhao right now.
"Found it, the underground warehouse where Mingde Hall stores soul tools." Penetrating the metal doors of each warehouse with his spiritual power, Wu Xuan finally found his target.
Without hesitation, Wu Xuan strode forward and rushed towards warehouse number four.
Annihilation Dragon Claw 100,000-year Soul Bone Technique - Annihilation Light!
The unlocking divine skill was activated again. Without breaking a sweat, with a clang, the lock on warehouse number four was forcibly opened by Wu Xuan.
He kicked open two alloy iron doors, and a strong metallic smell mixed with foul air wafted out from the dark warehouse.
"Cough cough!" Wu Xuan coughed twice and groped his way to the switch for the soul-guided lamp.
"Snap!" The room lit up, and the entire Warehouse No. 4 was now fully visible to Wu Xuan.
Wu Xuan leaped into the air and looked down at the neatly arranged soul-guided devices below. His brows furrowed. "Where's the soul-guided cannon? Where's my soul-guided ray? Where's my fixed-position soul-guided shell? Why is there nothing here?"
Wu Xuan landed and quickly stepped forward, picking up each of the strangely shaped soul-guided devices to examine them. "Never seen this before! Never even heard of it! Never seen this before either! Are these some new products?"
Walking to a metal cabinet, Wu Xuan saw a thick document: "There's an inventory ledger, let me see! Hmm, multi-person coordinated defense soul tool? Multi-person coordinated attack soul tool? All-terrain detection soul tool? High-altitude detection soul tool? What are these things? Not a single attack soul tool?" Frustrated, Wu Xuan punched a large hole in the metal cabinet.
Continuing to flip through the documents, Wu Xuan finally saw several names he had longed for at the end.
"Level 8 decomposition ray core? Level 9 fixed-position soul tool cannon?"
"I only have one Level 9 fixed-position soul tool shell, what's the meaning of displaying a dozen cannons? And a half-finished soul tool core? I'm not a soul tool master, what use is a half-finished product to me?"
"Fine, since I'm already here, anything that Mingde Hall keeps in their underground warehouse must be extraordinary. Take it all, take it all." Wu Xuan stomped his left foot on the ground, and with the appearance of a brilliant silver light, the Silver Scale Griffin's left leg soul bone, Endless Weathering, activated.
A pale blue ripple rapidly gathered and spread from Wu Xuan, and in the next moment, everything in Warehouse No. 4 that the ripple had touched turned into a wisp of wind and remained in place.
Within a few breaths, Warehouse No. 4 was completely empty, leaving only clusters of condensed wind.
Wu Xuan summoned his Wind Element Martial Soul, and with the powerful suction force emanating from it, all the wind clusters in Warehouse No. 4 converged towards his palm.
Easily, Wu Xuan had completely emptied Warehouse No. 4 of its soul tools.
"This is really troublesome. It seems my Wind Element Martial Soul can't store things indefinitely. Adding the wind clusters from the Xi Shui Alliance earlier, it's almost taken up three-fifths of my Martial Soul's space," Wu Xuan said regretfully.
"Forget it, there's still room. Next warehouse. I refuse to believe that such a large Mingde Hall doesn't have a few level-nine fixed-position soul-guided cannon shells stored."
With a clang, the third gate opened, revealing two extremes: on one side, vast quantities of rare metals; on the other, towering bookshelves. Wu Xuan casually flipped through a few books and discovered they were all research data, manuscripts, and materials related to soul-guided devices.
"This junk again!" Wu Xuan cursed under his breath. Adhering to the principle of not wasting anything, Wu Xuan emptied warehouse number three once more. Although the haul was plentiful, Wu Xuan was quite frustrated because what he wanted were level-nine fixed-position soul-guided cannon shells—powerful weapons capable of killing even titled Douluo and Super Douluo.
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