Lancelot sent his consciousness into his Spirit Sea.
The core inside was filled to ninety percent with snow white spirit essence, which indicated that he was a Rank 3 Feral Soul cultivator, also known as a master.
Before reaching the Immortal Realm, there were five ranks. Within each rank, there were also three stages.
For example, Rank 1 had three stages:
the initial stage, which had light green spirit essence;
the middle stage, which had lemon green spirit essence;
and the peak stage, which had dark green spirit essence.
Inside Lancelot's Spirit Sea, there were five Feral Souls.
Originally, Lancelot possessed only two Feral Souls. After completing his mission in Edinburgh, the king rewarded him with three additional Feral Souls.
Rank 2 – Lightning Thought Feral Soul
It had the shape of a white mosquito, larger than a scorpion. It hovered in the corner of the Spirit Sea, its body twitching slightly.
Rank 2 – Earth Vibration Feral Soul
It resembled a dark brown bee with two large ears. It lay motionless at the bottom of Lancelot's Spirit Sea.
Rank 3 – Owl Eye Feral Soul
It had the form of a pink owl with burnt skin and few feathers. It possessed four eyes, each staring in a different direction. It flew slowly from one end of the Spirit Sea to the other.
Rank 3 – Thunderbolt Feral Soul
It resembled a yellow beetle covered in light, floating above a dark cloud at the center of the Spirit Sea.
Rank 3 – Earth Communication Feral Soul
It took the form of a red eye filled with vains and covered in dirt. It remained at the center of the Spirit Sea moving.
Lancelot injected spirit essence into the Owl Eye Feral Soul. In that instant, his vision sharpened.
The world before him seemed to expand. Every detail grew clearer and more defined, as though a veil had been lifted from his sight. Nothing escaped his gaze. His pupils narrowed slightly as his perception stretched outward, reaching a distance of thirty meters.
He scanned the battlefield slowly.
There was nothing.
No trace of the enemy. No sign of the princess.
Lancelot's brows furrowed.
Gone?
A faint unease stirred within him.
No. Impossible.
If they possessed a Feral Soul capable of transferring them to another location, they would have used it immediately after capturing the princess. They would not have wasted time and energy fending off his clones.
Unless...
His gaze darkened slightly.
Unless it was a Feral Soul that required time to activate.
If that was the case, then the illusion earlier had only served one purpose. To buy time.
Lancelot exhaled slowly.
Even so, he was not one to give up easily.
A subtle tension gathered around him as his expression hardened.
Without hesitation, he activated another Feral Soul.
Earth Vibration Feral Soul.
A low, almost imperceptible pulse spread outward from beneath his feet, rippling through the ground in silent waves.
Lancelot's senses shifted. His focus moved from sight to the earth itself.
Through the Earth Vibration Feral Soul, the ground became an extension of his perception. Every vibration, every disturbance, every movement within its range became clear to him. The area it covered was circular, spanning five hundred centimeters around him.
At first, there was nothing, only silence, faint sounds then a subtle crack.
Lancelot's eyes sharpened instantly.
He started hearing clearly. The sound of drilling. The shifting of loose rocks. The faint movement of people beneath the surface.
A slow smile spread across his lips.
The tension in his body faded, replaced by quiet confidence.
"Found you."
His voice was low, almost amused.
This time, there would be no escape.
Inside the underground cave that Mausa created, the Nigerians walked while Mausa was untop of the carriage while using his spirit core to drill and open road for them.
The tunnel twisted deep beneath Stonecliff, its walls rough and uneven, carved in haste by Mausa's spirit essence. Loose soil crumbled underfoot as the group moved forward, each step echoing faintly through the underground passage.
Yoma could barely walk.
Her legs dragged uselessly, strength long since drained. Taiyor carried her without complaint, his breathing steady, controlled, though sweat soaked through his uniform.
Aisha walked at the front.
Her fire essence flickered faintly around her palm not enough to light the whole tunnel, Heat pressed outward, mapping the space ahead, warning her of collapses, voids, or sudden shifts in terrain.
Mausa sat ontop of the carriage both hands pressed against the up of the tunnel while moving the carriage with the earth and continuing creating roads.
"He's coming," Mausa warned. "I can feel how fast he is coming with this speed he will catch up to us soon."
Aisha cursed under her breath.
"Change of plan," she rasped. "Split the paths."
Aisha turned sharply."that's an order."
"What? With the amount of spirit essence i have left," Mausa continued. "I can only create one and a half tunnell."
Taiyor frowned.
"That will just drain your spirit essence and there is no telling he will follow the fake tunnel your created. I hope there is light in the end of this tunnel."
Mausa grinned grimly, the tunnel split violently into two paths, stone tearing itself apart as Mausa reshaped the terrain.
As soon as they entered the right path, Mausa severed the road leading to the two tunnels he had created. The passage behind them collapsed, sealing off any direct pursuit.
On the surface of Stonecliff, the moment Lancelot discovered the location of the Nigerians, he acted without hesitation.
Rank 3 Thunderbolt Feral Soul.
Within his Spirit Sea, the Feral Soul revealed its form. It resembled a yellow beetle wrapped in light, floating above a dark cloud at the center of his Spirit Sea. As Lancelot injected spirit essence into it, the aura of the Feral Soul leaked out of his body.
In the next instant, Lancelot transformed, Lancelot body became a bolt of lightning.
He pierce the ground and shot forward at terrifying speed, tearing through layers of rock as though they were nothing. Stones shattered and scattered in all directions, unable to withstand the force of his movement.
In mere seconds, he had carved a direct path underground. Then he crashed into solid wall that blocked his path.
The thunderbolt shattered upon impact, and Lancelot was forced back into his human form. He staggered slightly as he landed, his face pale, his expression dark with dissatisfaction.
"How is there a wall here..."
"…Hmm."
Closing his eyes briefly, he turned his awareness inward and inspected his Spirit Sea.
What he saw made his brows tighten.
His spirit essence had dropped significantly.
Originally, Lancelot has ninety percent of his spirit essence and it filled eight layers of his Spirit Sea. Now, it had reduced to sixty-eight percent and it only contains six layer of spirit essence.
Lancelot began calculating calmly in his mind.
I first used the Rank 3 Owl Eye. It requires ten percent spirit essence to activate and five percent to maintain it for an hour.
He paused briefly.
After that, I used the Rank 2 Earth Vibration.
Back when I was still a Rank 2 Feral Soul Master, it required eight percent spirit essence to activate and five percent to maintain, and it could only last thirty minutes.
But now…
Now that I am Rank 3, with my snow white spirit essence, it only consumes two percent to activate, and it no longer requires any essence to maintain.
He continued.
After locating them, I used Thunderbolt to break through to this point.
Thunderbolt consumes twenty percent snow white spirit essence to activate, and one percent every second after activation.
His expression remained calm as he reached his conclusion.
In total, I have used thirty-seven percent of my spirit essence.
By calculation, I should have sixty-three percent remaining.
He exhaled softly.
Due to my recovery speed, I currently have sixty-eight percent.
Lancelot slowly opened his eyes again, his gaze sharpening as he looked at the wall in front of him.
I should be more cautious when using my spirit essence in the future....once my spirit core recovers they won't be a threat anymore.
Although i loss some amount of spirit essence they will recover before an hour...my biggest lost is still my rank 3 Feral Soul Thunderbolt, it suffered a damage from the impact but can still be used.
The faint disappointment in his expression faded, replaced by cold focus.