When Treya opened her eyes again, the light between heaven and earth had dimmed slightly. The whole snow has become hazy, and it is no longer the sharp pure white that can sting people's eyes before.

Treya sat up slightly, and then swam around the soul path inside her body, except for the heavy wound on her shoulder, which had not fully recovered, the wounds on the rest of her body had almost healed.

She stood up and looked closely at the red-haired man lying motionless on the rocks in front of her.

The soul mark on his left lower abdomen is still sealed with a layer of solid ice, which is a glimmer of life that Treya has won for herself at the last moment, if he doesn't seal all his soul power, at this moment, Treya may already be a cold corpse.

The red-haired young man was not asleep, he stared at Trea motionless with his pure eyes open. There is no killing, no evil in his gaze, only infinite meekness and purity, and his two warm pupils are decorated with soft eyelashes, like the most penetrating amber, which makes people can't take their eyes off.

Treya walked over and squatted down beside him, only his waist and the most private position on his body had a ring of protective armor forged from silver, the rest of his body was ****, most of the skin surface of his body was covered with dark blue mysterious tattoos, and even a little on his cheeks, the tattoos were slightly raised from the surface of the skin, like floating veins. His body is tall and straight, very muscular, with a cyan hawthorn ring on his chin, and obvious hairs on his arms, calves, and even below the navel of his lower abdomen, he looks as if he is a body wrapped in lightning, full of the power of male hormones.

"I'll take you back, I won't hurt you, understand?" Treya looked at the young man's face in front of her and said word by word, as she spoke, she put her finger on the position of his lower abdomen soul seal, "I will undo the ice seal on your soul seal now, but if you do it again, I will kill you immediately." Got it?"

He didn't nod or shake his head, he kept his fawn-like eyes open, and looked at Treya motionlessly, as if to look deeply into her heart.

A few wisps of soul power flowed from Treya's fingers, and the ice on his soul mark began to melt slowly, however, Treya did not move her fingers, she was always sensing the changes in the soul power in his body, and once he tried to do it to herself again, she would destroy his soul mark mercilessly.

His body gradually began to move, Treya was looking at his amber charming eyes, suddenly his body moved slightly, Treya's heart sank suddenly, her hand just wanted to release the soul power to destroy his soul mark, but found that this young man, hugged him tightly, and then remained motionless.

His fiery breath spurted into Treya's ears with a strong hormonal smell and allure, as if someone had chewed a tiny piece of sandalwood and nutmeg and whispered softly at the tip of his nose. His body was hot and hot, and even in such a cold and snowy environment, it still seemed to be burning with infinite energy.

Treya unconsciously raised her hand and gently stroked his back. She could sense that the soul power in his body was flowing smoothly and quietly, like a babbling stream in spring - no longer a turbulent ****, no longer an uncontrollable rage, but a gentle approach.

After a while, he let go of her and looked deeply at Treya, a few indistinct syllables came out of his throat hoarsely, and Treya frowned slightly, she couldn't understand.

There was a slight anxious look on his face, and his handsome face looked a little distressing. He pointed eagerly at himself, then tried again to make the muddy voice in his throat as clear as possible. Therea tried her best to distinguish the two syllables in his throat that were hoarse and low.

"Neon ...... Neon?" Therea tried to repeat his pronunciation.

He immediately nodded in delight, and then repeatedly pointed to his joyful face.

"Your name?" Treya couldn't help but smile softly.

Neon nodded vigorously a few times, stood up and waved his arms a few times, his face was irrepressible joy, like a child who had just gotten a new toy, even though his body was mature and tall, exactly the appearance of a grown man.

Treya looked at him, and her heart suddenly softened a little: "Don't you know how to speak?"

The neon movement stopped, his face sank, and a shallow layer of sadness appeared in his eyes. He nodded, then walked over and sat down beside Treya, his long legs looking a little cramped as he didn't know how to place them. Treya raised her hand and stroked his hair, feeling some pity welling up in her heart. She herself was a little hard to believe that she would have such emotions for this person who wanted to kill her just now.

Suddenly, a cold, chilly sensation seeped from behind, as if a cold, slippery hand was poking through his throat and trying to caress his esophagus—a terrifying feeling that made people want to vomit.

Neon looked at Treya, who was pale and retching a few times, with a puzzled expression on her face.

Therea turned her head, and in the distance, there was no movement in the vast world.

Treya's eyes were white, her expression became solemn, she stood up, and said to Neon, "Come with me, the Netherworld is in big trouble." ”

Treya and Neon swept across the snow in the direction of the Netherworld.

Treya's eyes were only surging white, and she was secretly surprised by the neon around her while sensing the changes in her soul power in front of her. Both of them flew forward at an extremely fast speed, Treya's own soul power has been continuously depleted, although her speed has not decreased much, but the state of her body has already shown a sense of exhaustion, and her breathing has become more and more rapid with the consumption of soul power. However, the neon who was running side by side with him, the soul power in his body was like an immovable lake, and he was not shocked. His breath was as steady as it had been before, his speed hadn't changed at all, and his entire body seemed to have been at its peak - it was incredible.

Treya was surprised by the neon, suddenly, a huge feeling of nausea like an ocean made her ears buzz, she fell forward and fell out hard, sliding on the snow for some distance, she struggled to get up, but still couldn't help but bend down and began to vomit violently, a large amount of brown liquid poured from her stomach into her throat, her mouth was filled with a bitter taste.

Treya looked up and wiped the filth from her mouth, in front of her was the tall back of Neon, who was standing in front of her, protecting herself. His legs are slightly bent, maintaining a half-squat position, ready to rush or leap at any time. The muscles of his body tensed, and his soul power continued to accumulate and brew in his limbs. His back curved in an arc, looking like a cheetah facing an even more deadly beast, ready to fight back.

There was something that made someone like Neon who had almost no fear to speak of so fiercely, Treya moved her body, her eyes crossed over to Neon, she wanted to see where this irresistible terrifying soul power in front of her came from, and then, she couldn't take her eyes off it.

Ten meters in front of him, the unruly Netherworld was curled up and kneeling on the ground at this moment, his whole body trembled uncontrollably, his body had lost control, his hands were constantly waving, and his throat continued to let out a painful roar, he looked a little delirious.

Every time he waved his arm, several sharp ice blades burst out of the air, constantly stabbing the ball in front of him...... Treya's pupils trembled, and she didn't know how to describe the thing in front of the Netherworld: it was a huge mass of flesh that was squirming in the snow with intense heat, and the stinking blood was pouring out of the mass, and the mass of flesh was tangled with long, dense black hair, strands of hair and scraps of flesh and bones entwined...... The wound on the flesh mass that was cut by the ice blade rolled outward like petals, and the white bones exposed under the flesh were also shattered, and if you looked closely, you could barely distinguish the hands and feet, but there were four hands and four feet, from different directions, strangely and deformously twisted and stretched out from the flesh, those hands and feet kept struggling, and with the wriggling brought by these struggles, this huge mass of flesh continued to let out a terrible scream, the sound was as sharp as a dagger tearing a person's scalp, cold and terrifying, like an underground ghost cry from the abyss.

The Netherworld, which had lost its mind, continued to shoot out a large number of ice blades, which were densely pierced into the mass of flesh, and the screams of the flesh became louder and louder......

"Don't attack it again......" Treya yelled desperately at the Nether, "it's useless!"

All the attacks did not cause fatal damage to that terrifying thing, on the contrary, as the Netherworld continued to attack, the huge mass of flesh was surging with more and more intense soul power, and Treya's heart became more and more frightened, because even she could not sense the upper limit of this soul power, as if the soul power of this mass of flesh and blood was growing by leaps and bounds...... In other words, because the soul power keeps rising violently, there is no so-called upper limit.

"You go stop the Nether, take him away!" Treya said as she tried her best to suppress the nausea in her mind, turning to Neon. Neon nodded, and without hesitation, his figure flashed, he rushed towards the Nether, countless ice blades instantly ****ed into his body, he didn't frown, rushed over and grabbed Nether's hands, and then carried him up, turned it over to his back, and quickly flew away into the distance.

Treya stood up, the white air waves all over her body surged, and countless snow-white silks flew ****, like rolling clouds, and quickly wrapped towards the pile of deformed flesh, and the skirt of the goddess whistled and wrapped tightly around the thing that kept squirming and screaming.

The impenetrable white silk completely enveloped the mass of flesh and blood, and the disgusting screams that made people lose their balance stopped instantly. The massive mass of flesh slowly came to a standstill.

Treya raised her hand, and in the silence, there was a sound of ice cubes condensing, and the flesh and blood were blurred in the huge ice crystals, like an alien solidified in amber.

A small strand of hair remained on the outside of the ice, stained with foul-smelling plasma, and drooping wetly.

Treya suppressed the feeling of disgust in her heart, but her hands still trembled.

She sat down on the snow and suddenly felt extremely tired.

Maybe it's because the two battles she just experienced are too incredible, or maybe it's the latest two eroders who have shocked her too much.

It suddenly occurred to her that she and Netherworld, and the cold and terrifying mass in front of her, all came from the same place and belonged to the same ulterior existence, wasn't this the most desperate thing?

She turned her head, and in the distance, Nether knelt on the ground and gasped quietly, his hair hanging disheveledly in front of him, obscuring his face. He didn't move, and apparently, his sanity had been crushed. In Treya's memory, the Nether had always been cold and sharp, and the uninhibited smile was always shallow at the corner of his mouth. It has always been him who destroys other people's sanity and destroys other people's lives, and he always plays the role of the cold death high above. But now, like a helpless little boy, he knelt in the snow and trembled in despair.

Neon stood beside him, and the few ice blades that had just been inserted into his body were melting from the heat of his body, mixing with blood and turning into a light red liquid that flowed down his muscles.

There was still no pain or fear on his face, and the sound that could destroy Treya and the Netherworld seemed to be completely useless to him. He turned his head, a clean smile shining lightly on his face, and his gaze was gentle but determined, looking deeply at Treya.

Anyway, let's get neon and "this thing" back to Grant. Therea thought, slowly walking towards the Netherworld. (To be continued.) )