When Yan Jin was fighting with the Flame King Dragon, Walter had already arrived, but he did not rush to attack, but hid behind a tree to observe. Not only was he observing Yan Jin's performance when facing an opponent that was far stronger than him, but he was also secretly setting up a dragnet with invisible threads to ensure that the Flame King Dragon could not escape. After all, this is a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast that can fly. If it flies into the sky, Walter, who is not a flying soul master, will not have a good way to capture it even if he is a Contra. "Meow..." The Flame King Dragon howled, waved its right paw, and cherry-red flames suddenly exploded. Then, as if a chain reaction occurred, explosions continued, drowning the rock in an instant. A cunning smile appeared on Yanwanglong's face. While it was controlling the fire attack, it was also spreading tiny flammable dust. When the range was large enough and the prey could not escape, it would detonate it. Since it is a range attack, the damage is not high, but as long as it can hinder the opponent's actions for a moment, it is enough. It lunged forward. As soon as Yan Jin untied the hemispherical rock shield, he saw the Yanwang Dragon rushing towards him like a hungry tiger pouncing on food. Just as he was about to condense the "Lava Giant Soldier" for a desperate fight, he saw the body of Yan Wanglong suddenly stop in mid-air, with panic and fear on his face.
The interweaving of silk threads, which is imperceptible to the naked eye, restricts its movement. There seemed to be an invisible sharp blade passing by, a pair of wings fell from the sky, and the Flame King Dragon let out a wail. Later, its limbs were also cut off, its mouth was blocked, and blood marks appeared on its body. Within a moment, the dying Flame King Dragon slid down the silk thread and landed in front of Yan Jin. Walter walked out from behind the trees with a smile: "Very good performance. Now, kill it quickly and absorb the soul ring." This was the first time Yan Jin saw Walter take action, with a hint of fear on his face, "Old man, how did you do it? Why did the big cat's body suddenly fall apart just now?" Walter spread his right forearm flat, and a white ball of wool appeared in his hand, which looked like the kind ordinary people use to knit clothes. He explained to Yan Jin: "This is my martial soul, the thread ball. Combined with my soul skills, it can create extremely thin threads invisible to the naked eye for attack. "Originally, these fire-type soul beasts were my nemesis, because the threads are easily ignited...but I am a Soul Douluo after all, and its foundation is still a little lacking." "Oh... that's it." Yan Jin nodded, formed a long sword with magma, and then activated his third soul skill to lower its temperature. She used the solidified stone sword to chop off the head of Yanwanglong. A black soul ring emerged from the bloody corpse, emitting a dark light. Yan Jin waved to the soul ring and used her soul power to pull it closer to her martial soul. Then, she sat down cross-legged and began to absorb the soul ring. The surging energy and resentment about death came like a flood, but with the help of the Worm of Time, this did not cause any trouble. The energy was diverted and was stuck at the limit that Yan Jin could bear. The resentment was intercepted and drowned in endless gibbering. A few hours later, Yan Jin opened his eyes, with a hint of joy on his face, "Haha, I succeeded!" Amon, who was sitting on the tree trunk, stroked his monocle with his hand, "I have created such good conditions for you. If you can't absorb it anymore, you might as well go home and farm." Walter was not as calm as Amon, and the joy on his face was no less than Yan Jin, "Okay, okay, okay... the fourth soul ring lasts for ten thousand years, and the future is limitless!" "Child, what kind of abilities have you gained?" Walter asked.
"As Amon estimated, my fourth soul ring is a permanent ability, which allows my magma to only burn the target I want to burn... "Hey, old man, you don't have to worry about me causing havoc and sending you a bunch of bills again." With that said, Yan Jin released his martial spirit, covered his right hand, and grabbed Walter's palm. Walter did not dodge, nor did he release his soul power to resist, and just let Yan Jin catch him. He felt like he was holding a ball of mud, with a hint of warmth. Amon jumped off the branch and touched the lava. The warm touch made him understand that Yan Jin's fourth soul ring could not completely prevent the heat loss, but it was so slow that it was almost negligible. The trip to the Sunset Forest ended perfectly. They didn't make any further stops and immediately came to the nearest town, preparing to take a short rest before returning to the Northland. As soon as they entered the city, Yan Jin pulled the two of them and rushed to the nearest restaurant, "Serve the dishes, serve the dishes... serve all the most delicious ones!" Walter looked at her energetic appearance with a kind and helpless smile on his face. … Amon's body took over two immortal grasses from his clone's hands. He casually placed the earth dragon golden melon on the table and picked up the dark purple soul-retaining grass and looked at it carefully. He did not eat it directly, because the soul-refining grass will solidify the soul of the whole body while making the soul tough. If taken directly, it will only cause the death of the eater. It needs to be used with a large amount of soul-refining grass at the same time. After taking the soul-solidifying grass, consume one kilogram of soul-refining grass to ensure the minimum flow of soul power. The next day, he consumed one kilogram of soul refining grass again, which made the slow flow of soul power smoother. On the third day, after consuming one kilogram of soul refining grass again, the solidification of soul power was completely resolved and the flow rate returned to normal. "Tsk... I still need to get at least three kilograms of soul-refining grass..." Amon stroked his monocle and put the soul-refining grass into the space ring. …… Northern City, City Lord's Mansion. A man in a red dress with large golden patterns and a neatly trimmed mustache above his lips and chin was stopped by the guards at the door. "Asshole, do you know who I am? I am Count Ross, how dare you stop me?" Golan said angrily. "Sorry, Count Ross, the City Lord is not here for something, please go back." Holmes walked out of the mansion and said politely but firmly. "Is Kubero deliberately avoiding me?" Golan's tone was slightly slower. "Of course not, the City Lord has been away for more than half a month. If there is any official business, you can tell me directly, and I will discuss it with the Chief Tax Officer and the City Lord's housekeeper." Holmes said neither servile nor arrogant. After a pause, he continued: "Of course, if it is within my authority, I will definitely not shirk it." "Humph..." Golan did not continue to pester and walked away unhappily. "Captain Holmes, I heard that Earl Ross has always been inclined towards the Spirit Hall. What does he want to see the city lord for?" The captain of the guards behind Holmes asked, pinching his eyes. "I don't know. These nobles are not sincere. Who knows what their real stance is? These are not what we should consider." Holmes shook his head and said indifferently.