Zhu Zhuqing walked ahead, constantly adjusting her innate domain to confront the powerful killing intent of the Hell Road.
Gazing into the boundless darkness in the distance and the rolling thick red mist around her, she quickly discovered that the appearance of the red mist followed a pattern.
It surged like tides, ebbing and flowing, rather than being endless, and its intensity kept changing.
Moreover, the cold and fierce killing intent within the red mist and the chaotic and filthy malicious intent were not allies; they were also wearing each other down.
However, compared to the unpredictable layers of malice, the killing intent was much more domineering, suppressing all other forms of energy in a tyrannical manner.
The target of the malicious intent's invasion was very clear—it was aimed at Bibi Dong, who was curled up in Su Cheng's arms.
With her rich combat experience and profound understanding of domain development, Zhu Zhuqing quickly adapted to the situation.
The nature of wind is inherently unpredictable and can be both firm and flexible.
In the past, she had always focused on maximizing her attack power, speed, and movement, without spending much effort on its variability. Instead, she concentrated on enhancing its power and sharpness.
But now, she began to change her mindset.
As time passed, the airflow within her domain also began to change.
It was no longer as sharp as before but became gentle and winding, occasionally intertwining with the red mist, striving to guide the different energies within the mist to consume each other.
"Zhuqing, use your whole body to feel, not just your eyes to see or soul power to drive. Try to feel the instincts from your bloodline, trust those instincts, and merge with them."
Suddenly, Su Cheng's voice came from behind.
Zhu Zhuqing's expression changed slightly, quickly understanding his meaning.
Without asking more questions, she immersed her mind into her martial soul.
She knew that the "instincts from the bloodline" Su Cheng mentioned were actually the combat instincts from her Hell White Tiger martial soul.
This powerful martial soul, which surpasses even super martial souls, had always been her true source of confidence.
When she calmed down and gradually handed over control to her body, she immediately found that manipulating the domain became much easier.
The flow of wind is inherently difficult to control or predict its subsequent changes.
She could make constant adjustments, even condensing it into powerful blades or sturdy shields, but it was difficult to completely control it from start to finish.
However, when she began to use her instincts, with soul power and mental strength as assistance, she quickly noticed a difference.
The airflow was no longer just a weapon in her hands but an extension of her body.
She could even foresee the subsequent changes from the moment she made a move.
Compared to her previous guidance, she now expended much less effort, and the effect was better and more efficient.
A trace of joy appeared in Zhu Zhuqing's heart.
Not only was it about controlling her domain and wind attributes, but also about integrating the killing instinct and combat instinct in the process.
Su Cheng was right; this place was really suitable for her.
The previous hardships in the Slaughter City had indeed brought her significant improvement.
But apart from the killing intent and soul power, that place was more filled with filthy malice, requiring a lot of effort to resist to maintain the purity of her spirit.
On this Hell Road, she could fully let go and immerse herself in the experience.
The stronger and purer killing intent here, without merging with the endless filthy malice, now became a grindstone for improving her will and combat techniques.
However, as they moved forward, Zhu Zhuqing remained vigilant against the potential dangers in the dark ahead and the continuous onslaught of malicious energy around them. She also started paying attention to the situation behind her.
She felt a bit puzzled.
Bibi Dong seemed too indulgent and trusting towards Su Cheng.
Although she hadn't interacted much with the current Pope, from her brief observations over a year ago, she could sense that Bibi Dong was ambitious and narrow-minded.
Her intentions were definitely not as noble as they appeared on the surface, and the occasional sinister glint in her eyes was chilling.
Not to mention someone like Su Cheng, who joined the Spirit Hall midway; she probably harbored more thoughts of using even the elders who were born and raised in the Spirit Hall, with little genuine affection.
Of course, Zhu Zhuqing was just curious, contemplating how to establish herself in Spirit City in the future, without suspecting anything.
Regardless of their identities, positions, or factions, they shouldn't be this close.
She assumed it was due to Su Cheng's strength, and Bibi Dong's apparently poor state influenced by the environment, causing her to behave abnormally.
After all, before entering this Hell Road, Bibi Dong was still very normal.
Seeing Zhu Zhuqing's evolving domain, Su Cheng silently nodded in his heart.
Undoubtedly, she already had extremely rich combat experience.
In that memory, she had truly reached the peak Douluo level.
But she wasn't very familiar with the Hell White Tiger martial soul.
Even as a titled Douluo, the actual battles she had fought were few.
The Hell White Tiger's innate domain and the martial soul itself were undeniably extremely powerful.
At least, it far exceeded Zhu Zhuqing's current understanding.
So, for now, she needed to integrate, learn, and continuously tap into her bloodline potential rather than rush to carve out her own path.
Su Cheng also understood the Nether White Tiger.
In fact, it was the first martial soul whose bloodline essence he had deeply explored.
He was very clear about the potential of this martial soul.
It was a beast born for combat and slaughter, meant to conquer all, surpass all, and break through all shackles to attain true freedom.
At least until Zhu Zhuqing reached the ultimate Douluo level, there was no need to abandon her roots for something less important.
Once she truly mastered the Hell White Tiger martial soul, she could then attempt to transcend her instincts and reach higher levels.
The Wind God Domain derived from the Hell White Tiger was also different from ordinary innate domains.
For most soul masters, what is the most precious aspect of a domain skill?
It provides the best environment suited to their combat style.
But the Wind God Domain was not like that.
It didn't create a combat environment; rather, that environment was just a byproduct.
Its essence was to enhance the user's strength and speed.
It was similar to Su Cheng's extreme offensive domain.
Even the pair of Wind God Wings Zhu Zhuqing used before was not a soul skill but a domain trait, aiding her in more flexible slaughter and combat.
Seeing that Zhu Zhuqing had already grasped the concept, Su Cheng felt relieved and silently followed behind.
In his arms, Bibi Dong's soft body still trembled slightly, her brows tightly knitted, occasionally uttering unclear murmurs, with purple-black light flashing across her face.
Su Cheng circulated his cultivation method, continuously infusing her with diluted innate power to diminish the constantly triggered Rakshasa God power.
Simultaneously, he spoke softly, his words imbued with soul power, resonating in her mind.
With his constant soothing, Bibi Dong's condition seemed to improve slightly.
But Su Cheng didn't dare to be careless.
They had just entered the Hell Road, and he wasn't sure if she would experience other changes near the exit.
Since the Rakshasa God power was entrenched in the underground blood pool, following its flow to track them, it would be difficult to escape its continuous harassment before leaving this place.
Before they could advance much further, a cloud of red approached from afar.
The red cloud moved quickly, initially just palm-sized, but soon it filled the sky and came near.
It was a swarm of blood-red bats, resembling smaller versions of the blood bat patterns left on the ground of the Hell Slaughter Arena.
Each blood bat was about a foot long, but their wingspan exceeded a meter when spread out.
Thousands of bats gathered together, swiftly diving towards them.
The blood bats' eyes glowed red, revealing sharp fangs, and they made "ga-ga" screeching sounds.
As they neared, they flapped their wings, bringing a foul wind that blew towards them.
Su Cheng didn't make a move, nor did he need to.
The wind belonged to the Hell White Tiger's dominion.
A gigantic white tiger phantom flickered, its gaping maw lined with sword-like fangs.
In front of the phantom, Zhu Zhuqing also parted her lips slightly and then exhaled deeply.
"Whoosh—"
A highly concentrated stream of air shot out from her red lips like an arrow.
Initially, it was only the width of a little finger, but it quickly turned into a fierce gale, rushing into the foul wind blowing towards them.
As the gale swept through, the neatly arranged formation of the thousands of bats was instantly disrupted.
The next moment, the chaotic airflow turned into sharp wind blades, wreaking havoc amidst the screeching bats, turning into a large blood mist that fell into the abyss below.
Under Zhu Zhuqing's powerful domain offensive, the bat swarm suffered heavy losses.
However, the sheer number of over a thousand bats was still too much to clear away in a short time.
"Don't mind them, let's speed up." Su Cheng glanced at the bats and said casually.
The first half of the Hell Road posed no significant threat to Zhu Zhuqing, so there was no need to waste time here.
Zhu Zhuqing nodded slightly.
Then her domain shifted, disrupting the surrounding airflow, further scattering the bat swarm. Without delay, they quickly moved forward.
But they hadn't gone far when another gigantic soul beast blocked their path.
It was a dark golden bat over four meters long.
Its two huge claws clutched the narrow path, each claw over a meter in diameter, embedded into the rock.
Amidst the loud screeching of numerous blood bats behind them, the dark golden bat king slowly spread its wings, spanning over ten meters. Its entire body glowed with a dark golden light, and its three heads looked exceptionally ferocious.
Su Cheng immediately judged that the dark golden three-headed bat had a cultivation of about twenty thousand years.
"Quick battle, blow all three heads off."
Zhu Zhuqing nodded, her left arm glowing red, and then she instantly disappeared, reappearing in front of the dark golden bat.
The hundred-thousand-year spirit bone skill—Teleportation!
The hundred-thousand-year left arm bone from Xiao Wu had a skill that allowed her to teleport within a hundred meters without any buffering time and could be used consecutively.
However, each use consumed one percent of her total soul power.
Seeing Zhu Zhuqing suddenly appear in front of it, the three-headed bat seemed stunned, not expecting her to close the distance so quickly.
Zhu Zhuqing's expression remained cold as she slashed forward with her fingers like a knife.
A highly concentrated, powerful wind blade instantly cut through.