As one powerful soul after another broke through the final barrier of the Soul Prison and ascended to the upper levels of the Tower of Exile, the pressure on the Soul Warden increased immensely.
Eventually, the Soul Warden could no longer endure.
He roared furiously in Jeremy's direction, "I'll remember you all! After I deal with the escaped souls of the evil gods, I'll come back and destroy every last one of you!"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than the Soul Warden transformed into a blue streak and dashed towards the entrance of the upper levels of the Tower of Exile.
Jeremy, of course, wasn't going to let the Soul Warden succeed that easily. .net
Utilizing the innate powers of the King of Time and Space, Jeremy conjured a barrier made of intricate spatial dimensions.
The Soul Warden slammed into the barrier.
"What are you doing?! Are you really going to cooperate with the souls of those evil gods?!" The Soul Warden was baffled by Jeremy's actions.
From the Soul Warden's perspective, since he wasn't actively targeting Jeremy, Jeremy should have been relieved. Why was Jeremy now standing in his way? This was something the Soul Warden simply couldn't understand.
Jeremy smiled and replied, "Of course I'm going to stop you! But that doesn't mean I'm teaming up with those powerful souls! I just want them to reach the upper levels of the Tower of Exile. That way, they can disrupt the White Tower's plans against me!"
With that, Jeremy summoned a portal and swiftly leaped into it, vanishing in an instant.
The Soul Warden had no idea where Jeremy had teleported to, but his instinct told him Jeremy had gone to the upper levels of the Tower of Exile.
"This barrier won't hold me for long! I'll tear it down and catch up to you! Then I'll rip your soul from your body and lock it away in the deepest depths of the Soul Prison!"
At that moment, the Soul Warden could no longer afford to pay attention to the injured God of War or Ritchie, who were both trying to interfere with him.
Focusing all his strength and drawing upon a vast amount of soul energy, he obliterated the barrier of complex spatial dimensions.
He then flew rapidly toward the passage from the Soul Prison to the upper levels of the Tower of Exile.
By now, the most powerful souls in the core cells of the Soul Prison had already escaped.
These powerful souls would be difficult to track down, so it would be impossible for the Soul Warden to return to the Soul Prison anytime soon.
The Soul Warden's departure plunged the Soul Prison into chaos.
The subordinates of the Soul Warden were completely unable to handle the chaotic situation, so they all fled to the safest places they could find for themselves.
This directly led to some of the more capable souls in the Soul Prison trying to break free from their cell restrictions.
Amidst the turmoil, the injured God of War quickly made a decision.
"I must find my soul! Only by retrieving my soul can my strength be restored quickly!" the injured God of War declared, revealing his plan to Ritchie.
Ritchie hesitated slightly.
Ritchie, standing beside the injured God of War, instinctively took a step back.
He could feel it—the power of the injured God of War had grown beyond anything he could have imagined.
As his strength returned, the injured God of War's body also began to grow larger.
After a few minutes, his form stopped expanding.
The injured God of War finally opened his eyes, taking a deep breath.
"I'm back to my true self at last! All my memories have returned! I will have my revenge on the Fool and the White Tower!"
The injured God of War's voice was filled with anger as he said this.
After speaking, he turned his gaze toward Ritchie.
"Thank you so much for your help, and the help of your companion! Without your assistance, I never could have reclaimed my soul! So from now on, I will continue to fight alongside you!"
At this point, the God of War could no longer be called the "injured" God of War. After retrieving his soul, all of his wounds had completely healed. His outlook had also become much more positive than before.
"Now that you've regained your soul, we should head to the upper levels of the Tower of Exile immediately. Whether it's finding Jeremy or seeking revenge on the Fool and the White Tower, we need to make our way to the top," Ritchie said with a smile.
The God of War nodded in agreement.
"You're right! Let's move quickly then!"
Without warning, the God of War reached out and grabbed Ritchie by the arm.
Ritchie's expression shifted dramatically—he didn't understand why the God of War was doing this.
But before Ritchie could voice his confusion, the God of War launched forward at lightning speed, dragging Ritchie along with him.
In less than a minute, they reached the far end of the Soul Prison.
"This is much faster! If I had let you follow me on foot, it would've taken at least fifteen minutes to get here. Time is of the essence for us, and we can't afford to waste even a second," the God of War explained once they arrived at the prison's exit.
Ritchie, still looking pale, nodded reluctantly.
Though Ritchie agreed with the God of War's reasoning, his expression was one of discomfort. The rapid movement had made him feel queasy, as though he had been seasick.
The God of War hadn't warned him about the sudden speed, so Ritchie hadn't braced himself for the ride. Being whisked along at such velocity had left him feeling nauseous, much like motion sickness.
After taking a moment to recover, Ritchie spoke up.
"We can proceed to the upper levels of the Tower of Exile now, right? I've regained my composure, so there's no need to wait any longer."
The God of War assessed Ritchie's condition. Once satisfied that he was fully recovered, he led Ritchie through the massive doors at the end of the Soul Prison.
Together, they entered the middle levels of the Tower of Exile, where even stronger enemies awaited them. But neither of them had any intention of backing down.