Urban Divine Doctor Descends the Mountain Chapter 2705 - 2704: Is He Injured?

Beneath the expansive sky, a majestic snow peak towered, its summit forever draped in pristine snow and enveloped by swirling fog, evoking the aura of a celestial domain.

Right then, five shadowy forms hurried toward the mountain's crest, navigating a serpentine trail with urgency.

These were the renowned Five Great Heavenly Realm Martial Artists: Winged Angel, Pravina, Alya, Thor, and Samantha. Even in this frigid expanse of the Black Soil Plateau's snow mountain, the Heavenly Realm Martial Artists experienced hindered velocity.

They couldn't achieve their typical multiple times the speed of sound.

As they ascended higher, the atmosphere thinned noticeably, but the group displayed no weariness, their senses sharpened to the utmost.

At last, amid drifting clouds and vapors, they sensed a faint aura.

That aura originated from the mountain's pinnacle, hovering above a drifting white cloud in serene repose.

Lin Dong sat in a meditative pose now, eyes shut tight, steadying his breathing as though detached from the mortal realm.

Set against the fluffy cloud, his figure exuded an otherworldly grace, yet hidden beneath that calm exterior lay mysteries beyond others' knowledge.

Thor spotted Lin Dong first, a surge of fierce delight flashing in his eyes, and he growled softly, "We've finally located him—the Earth Dragon Treasure Technique is almost in our hands!"

His words brimmed with barely contained thrill, as if triumph's light was already breaking through.

Samantha trailed right after, her eyes scanning Lin Dong before a chilly smirk tugged at her mouth, "See him there, regulating his breath—it matches the rumors from outside, he's badly wounded."

Confidence laced her voice, victory feeling tantalizingly close.

Winged Angel nodded too, a massive burden lifting from his mind.

He understood perfectly that a peak-condition Lin Dong could overpower them even united. But currently, with grave injuries and the Dead Soul Curse plaguing him, this presented an ideal chance.

"Lin Dong, you robbed me of centuries of life last time, tarnishing my honor deeply." Winged Angel's tone rumbled low and forceful, each syllable heavy with intent, "Now, your death will settle that debt!"

Yet, among them, only Pravina held onto her wariness.

Her eyes darted across Lin Dong repeatedly, brows knitting together, "All of you, stay alert. Lin Dong's no pushover—even hurt as he is, we can't take him lightly."

No sooner had her words faded than the air thickened abruptly, Winged Angel freezing in place, his stare locked on Lin Dong.

Pravina's warning held merit; Lin Dong had flipped dire situations countless times before, weaving miracles from peril.

Remembering their prior defeat fueled Winged Angel's reluctance to charge ahead blindly.

But the remaining trio differed.

Thor in particular, from the Thunder Clan famed for their muscular frames and hot-blooded nature, led the pack.

He positioned himself at the group's front, gripping a massive sword crackling with electric arcs.

His look pierced like bolts, zeroing in on the meditating, eye-closed Lin Dong.

To Thor, Lin Dong was just helpless game ripe for the taking, the Earth Dragon Treasure Technique nearly secured.

"Brat, you're Lin Dong? Surrender the Earth Dragon Treasure Technique, and I'll grant you a quick death!" Thor's bellow thundered across the snowy heights, his lightning-wreathed sword slicing the wind in a brilliant flash, aimed straight at Lin Dong.

Still, amid this bold challenge, Lin Dong appeared lost in another dimension, eyes remaining sealed.

The sight caught Thor off guard briefly, but disdain soon dominated.

He figured the injuries pinned Lin Dong down, boosting his assurance of success.

Nearby, Winged Angel and Pravina, noting Lin Dong's lack of response to Thor's goad, saw their suspicions vanish.

"Thor provokes him, yet no stir—looks like the external tales ring true, Lin Dong's truly gravely hurt." Winged Angel inwardly celebrated; he'd feared Lin Dong's prowess, but now that worry seemed baseless.

Though Pravina tended toward caution, Lin Dong's condition eased her tension somewhat. She recognized his toughness, having lost years of life to him once, but presently, this once-formidable adversary seemed doomed.

Thor, met with continued silence, sneered deeper.

He bellowed, "Brat, know this—the slayer of you is Thor from the Thunder Clan!"

As soon as he spoke, his sword morphed into a streak of thunder, hurtling toward Lin Dong. The blow packed his full might and fury, intent on bisecting him entirely.

But right before the attack connected, a startling shift unfolded.

From within the Dragon Ring Space, a primordial, enigmatic energy burst forth suddenly.

Then, a golden automaton rose gradually, emitting radiant golden hues, like a mythic battle deity stepping forth.

The golden automaton measured three zhang in height, built solidly, every sinew pulsing with raw might.

Its gaze shone like stellar gems, radiating sagacity and grandeur.

As Thor's electrified sword neared the golden automaton, its frame flared with intensified golden radiance, erecting an unyielding shield of luminescence.

Thor’s blade clashed against this shield, triggering a thunderous explosion instantly, where lightning and gold intertwined in a searing blaze.

Astonishingly, the mighty thunder sword halted dead against the golden shield, unable to advance a fraction.

The five gaped in disbelief at the sight.

They recognized Thor's devastating strength, enough to quake the skies and ground.

However, this golden automaton repelled Thor's strike with ease, compelling them to reevaluate Lin Dong's capabilities.

"Three-tier puppet!" Pravina cried out, stunned.

A three-tier puppet ranked as a mythic artifact, each boasting world-shaking force.

The one before them clearly attained three-tier status, commanded by Lin Dong—how could astonishment not grip them?

Thor's face twisted faintly; he'd never expected Lin Dong to harbor such a powerful ace.

Still, as a Thunder Clan figure of secondary ancestor rank, yielding came hard to him.

With a fierce yell, he swung his thunder sword anew, gearing up for a fiercer onslaught.

"Boom～～"

Yet the golden automaton's glow defied all strikes; Thor’s sword rebounded sharply on impact, ringing out with a sharp metallic clash.

Winged Angel and Pravina's expressions hardened anew.

They grasped now that, despite Lin Dong's 'grave wounds' and the Dead Soul Curse, he remained a tough adversary.

Just this three-tier puppet—among the five here, who could best it solo?

And it was only one of Lin Dong’s arsenal!

"Looks like we misjudged him." Pravina whispered, her tone laced with a subtle quiver.

Winged Angel, eyes glued to Lin Dong, intoned gravely, "If the puppet's just fending off Thor, his main form must be hurt for real."

"Let Thor handle the puppet— the rest of us, strike his actual body!"

The idea quickly won nods from the group.

Their stares turned frigid, all locking onto Lin Dong with icy menace!