Urban Romantic Divine Doctor

Chapter 1621: Chapter 1618: Request Reinforcements

Xu Wendong carried the Blood Princess, his figure like lightning, standing in an instant above the Netherworld Blood Pool, which was filled with eerie vital energy and a chilling aura.

Below the Blood Pool, thick blood slurry surged continuously, resembling the gaping maw of a demon roaring menacingly, exuding a powerful oppressive force from ancient times.

However, Xu Wendong, now imbued with the formidable Divine Power forged from the remnants of Emperor Pangu’s blood, had only a calm and fearless look in his eyes. Those once terrifying vital energies were now nothing more than minor annoyances.

”Ji’er, there’s no time to lose, let’s set off to the Canglan Immortal Clan!” Xu Wendong stretched his long arm, firmly wrapping it around the Blood Princess’s slender waist, an intimate and natural gesture, carrying an undeniable protective instinct.

In an instant.

The bodies of the two emitted a strange micro-light, transitioning from solid to ethereal illusions, their outlines gradually becoming blurred until they completely vanished into the void.

Like two brilliant stars merging into the vast heavens, they disappeared without a trace, leaving only a gentle tremor in the surrounding space and the remaining magnificent waves of spiritual power from the moment of their departure.

Since merging with the remnants of Emperor Pangu’s blood and breaking through the shackles to join the Divine hierarchy, Xu Wendong’s power had transformed significantly.

Now, he regarded the vast Immortal Realm across the Five Continents as his own backyard, moving freely and effortlessly.

The once unattainable Immortal Mountain Spirit Domains that required long journeys were now mere short trips.

Such Divine Skills were akin to the ultimate teleportation of Immortal Laws, with each step a world of its own, and distant places seeming as near as neighbors.

The Canglan Immortal Clan was rooted in the Cuiying Spirit Continent, like a Bright Pearl hidden amidst the magnificent spirit artistry, not far from the Netherworld Blood Pool.

Xu Wendong, encasing the Blood Princess, was like a Sovereign riding the storm of time and space, crossing thousands of mountains and waters in the mere transition of a breath, teleporting to the front of a majestic mountain range.

This mountain range was one of the renowned three perilous areas of the Cuiying Spirit Continent—the Mist Mountain Range.

The surrounding thick fog was dense and substantial like clouds, layers upon layers impenetrably, as though it was the chaotic mist exhaled by a Primordial Behemoth, tightly wrapping the entire mountain range, hiding its true form, and engulfing its sounds.

Within it, visibility was limited to only a few feet, with anything beyond five steps shrouded in a misty unknown. One could only hear the rustling movement of the fog, akin to the whispers of ghosts, eerie and unnerving.

Xu Wendong’s brows furrowed slightly, Divine Power quietly surged within his eyes, attempting to penetrate this enigma, only to find the mist seemed to possess intelligence, deftly resisting and devouring his probing power.

Although Xu Wendong had become a god, he was not invincible. After all, gods also have ranks, and he was just a Lower God.

”Husband, this mist seems peculiar, likely hiding mysteries and teeming with hidden dangers, we must proceed cautiously,” the Blood Princess, nestled by Xu Wendong’s side, said with a heavy expression.

Xu Wendong nodded slightly, his expression cold and stern, Divine Power within his body awakening and spiraling like a dormant Giant Dragon, ready to burst forth at any moment to confront unknown perils.

”Fear not, Ji’er, as long as I’m here, no monster or trap can harm you,” he said, taking the Blood Princess’s delicate hand. His palm radiated warmth, conveying strength and reassurance, as they stepped into the mist step by step.

As they entered the mist, a bone-chilling coldness, like fine ice needles, attacked from all directions, piercing the marrow. Xu Wendong’s Divine Power automatically formed a protective body, creating a faint golden aura that enveloped them, fending off the cold intrusion.

The two proceeded carefully, the ground beneath was soft and slippery, seemingly a swamp of decay for millennia. Each step produced a sticky thump, like cursed murmurs.

When they reached the mountainside, low growls emerged from the mist, like the enraged roars of a startled Primordial Behemoth, the sound waves rolling, causing the surrounding air to vibrate with a buzzing echo that stirred the mist like raging waves.

Xu Wendong’s expression sharpened as he stood shielded the Blood Princess, gathering Divine Power in his palm, forming a brilliant orb of light. Where the light shone, the dense fog slowly dissipated, revealing, not far ahead, several mountain-sized Fog Beasts waveringly appearing.

These Fog Beasts resembled Qilins, but their pelts were formed by swirling mist. Wherever their hooves stepped, clouds roiled, their eyes were like deep cold abysses, flickering with eerie blue light, sharp fangs exposed, saliva dripping, exuding a pungent stench.

Seeing intruders in their territory, the leading Fog Beast howled to the sky, its voice echoing across the heavens.

Then, wrapped in clouds and mist, it charged at Xu Wendong and the Blood Princess like an arrow off the string, its speed swift like a ghost, and the fog along its path slicing like sharp blades, producing piercing whistles.

Fearless, Xu Wendong faced the Fog Beast with the speed of lightning, his fist wind howling, enveloped in Pangu Divine Power, akin to a colossal axe of creation, striking fiercely at the Fog Beast’s head.

With a tremendous ”bang” akin to thunder, the mountain shuddered, and at the spot where the Fog Beast was struck, the mist instantly dispersed, revealing an illusory skeleton within. Amidst painful howls, its massive body staggered backward.

The remaining Fog Beasts, seeing this, became even more ferocious, howling as they surrounded, either tearing with sharp teeth or clawing with hooves, attacking like a violent storm.

The Blood Princess was not to be outdone, unsheathing her sword, its blade glinting coldly like a meteor in the dark night, exhibiting the intricate Swordsmanship of the Blood Clan.

The sword flowers flew, each thrust of the blade enveloped in thick vital energy, colliding with the Fog Beasts’ mist bodies, causing a ”zzzz” corrosive sound. Where the vital energy reached, the Fog Beasts’ bodies dissolved as if scorched by fierce flames, the mist dissipating faster.

The couple fought side by side, in perfect harmony, their Divine Power and vital energy weaving across, stirring up a breathtaking melee on the mountainside.

In no time, the dense fog was torn apart, lights flickered, and roars echoed, shattering the once tranquil but secretly perilous silence.

After a fierce battle.

Though the Fog Beasts were fierce, they couldn’t withstand the combined strength of Xu Wendong and his wife, gradually becoming overpowered, their bodies growing more ethereal, eventually turning into tendrils of fog, dissipating into the mountains.

Leaving behind a war-torn battlefield, where the rocks were cracked and the land scorched black, testament to the intense clash.

The two took a short rest, then set off again toward the depths of the Mist Mountain Range, where lay the path to the Canglan Immortal Clan.

The mountain was silent and deep, all sounds ceased, leaving only the slight muffled sounds of their steps on the soft decayed leaves, like silkworms consuming mulberry leaves quietly, accompanied by the ghostly rustling of the fog, adding a sense of eeriness and mystery.

As they continued, without warning or forewarning, like a thunderclap on a clear day, a sudden explosion occurred.

A mighty, overwhelming aura, as though the torrent of the Milky Way, engulfing the heavens and earth, descended from above, crushing with the momentum of Mount Tai, overwhelming all with its magnificent pressure.

In an instant, the surrounding air seemed frozen solid by the all-encompassing pressure, pressing down so heavily that it was hard to breathe, as if burdened under immense weight, making every step arduous.

Following that, an angry roar like a resonating bell reverberated through the clouds, piercing layers of thick mist, directly shaking the surrounding mountain walls to tremble, on the verge of collapse.

”Who dares, so audacious, to recklessly intrude upon the sacred territory of our Canglan Immortal Clan, thinking none in our clan would retaliate?”