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At this moment, there was still some time before sunrise—the darkest hour of the day.
Dongfang Jiaojiao softly spoke beside Ye Wen, "Even without relying on sight, we can still perceive them. But it's too dark for battle. Let me take the first move, Master."
Ye Wen nodded, and Dongfang Jiaojiao summoned her martial soul—the Holy Light Scepter.
Compared to its weaker form in the past, the Holy Light Scepter now appeared even more magnificent, with gemstones that shimmered brilliantly.
"Self-created Soul Skill—Radiant Sun!"
A blinding white light erupted from the tip of Dongfang Jiaojiao's scepter, shooting into the sky and instantly dispelling the darkness across a hundred-mile radius.
This was Dongfang Jiaojiao's comprehension of the light element, infused with a portion of domain power. Under the radiance of the Radiant Sun, all allied forces received a slight boost to their attributes.
The grand display startled the incoming Beast Legion, but as the Star Luo Empire's ace unit, they lived by orders. After a brief moment of surprise, they launched a full-scale assault.
Watching the numerous beast-type soul masters charging forward, Ye Wen chuckled lightly.
"This is yours, Lion Elder."
"Yes, Master."
The person who stepped forward was none other than the former fourth elder of the Spirit Hall—the Lion Douluo, wielding the martial soul Flame Lion.
As one of the top-tier beast-type martial souls, the Flame Lion possessed an innate talent unique to its kind—
The Dominance of the Beast King.
Unless a bloodline-based martial soul surpassed the Flame Lion, all beast-type soul masters below the Spirit Douluo level would be suppressed and controlled in the presence of this hundred-level Lion Douluo.
Standing alone before thousands of troops, the Lion Douluo exuded an aura of invincibility—one man holding the pass, ten thousand unable to advance.
"Spirit Attachment—Flame Lion!!!"
A powerful presence surged forth, causing all beast-type soul masters to tremble involuntarily.
Among the Ten Elites, only Hu Rou, who wielded a lower-tier beast-type martial soul (the Soft Bone Jade Rabbit), felt slightly uncomfortable. The others silently observed the scene unfold.
The Lion Douluo didn't reveal his spirit rings. Standing still, he unleashed his overwhelming aura and coldly commanded, "Kneel!!!"
A shocking sight followed.
Aside from the Spirit Douluo commander leading the Beast Legion, who struggled to resist the Lion Douluo's dominance, all other soldiers had already collapsed to their knees. Though they tried to struggle, their faces contorted in agony as they were rendered helpless.
At this moment, Ye Wen gave another order. "Xiaoxin, go disable their mobility, detain them, and interrogate their crimes afterward."
These individuals were potential batteries of faith energy—Ye Wen wasn't about to waste them.
If they were enemies, they should prepare to serve him until their dying breath. Hoping for a quick death? Not a chance.
Dugu Xin scratched his head in mild frustration. He really was a hard worker.
But what could he do? His mastery of poison was unparalleled. With pride, Dugu Xin stepped forward and began releasing his toxins once again.
Meanwhile, back at the main camp of Jialing Pass, the White Tiger Emperor learned that both waves of his frontline forces had been effortlessly crushed by the enemy.
His face twisted in rage as he smashed everything within reach, shouting furiously,
"Damn it! A bunch of useless trash! I've spent so much money feeding you freeloaders, yet you couldn't even take down a single Title Douluo! What's the point of keeping you around?!"
Inside the meeting hall, the members of the Hao Tian Sect exchanged uneasy glances. Tang Xiao remarked, "It seems the enemy is stronger than we anticipated. Such flawless strategies have been thwarted one after another."
Among the elders, the seventh elder had the fiercest temperament. He declared loudly, "If underhanded tactics won't work, then we'll launch a direct assault. At full strength, we're no less than ten Super Douluos. No matter how clever their schemes are, they can't stop us!"
The seventh elder's words acted like a shot of adrenaline, calming the White Tiger Emperor. Solemnly, he addressed the Hao Tian Sect experts led by Tang Xiao.
"I leave this in your hands."
Though uneasy, Tang Xiao accepted the responsibility and led the group out of the hall.
The might of the Hao Tian Hammer was undeniable, but its development path was relatively fixed.
From the perspective of ordinary soul masters, if the enemy had agile attackers, their side—composed almost entirely of power-focused Hao Tian experts—would be at a disadvantage.
Thus, Tang Xiao had already arranged a detailed battle plan since yesterday.
Seven power-focused elders would engage the enemy head-on, while Tang Xiao and two elders with control-type soul skills provided support.
However, the enemy's response speed was terrifying, making Tang Xiao even more tense. Before departure, he reminded them once more,
"Elders, do not venture too far alone. Remember to coordinate with each other. Each of you is the foundation and hope of the Hao Tian Sect—I don't want any of you falling here."
The elders exchanged glances. The eldest elder, who had long reconciled with Tang Xiao, patted his shoulder gently.
"Don't worry, Sect Leader. We're all seasoned veterans. Though our talent may not match yours, we're confident in our combat experience."
"Yeah, don't underestimate us, Sect Leader."
"Sect Leader, you must also be careful. After all, they have fighters on your level too."
The elders' concern warmed Tang Xiao's heart. However, the longer the battle dragged on, the more unfavorable it became for their side. After all, the enemy had more than ten Title Douluos.
If reinforcements arrived, the pressure would only increase.
Back in the main tent, Ye Wen noticed ten rapidly approaching high-energy spirit force reactions.
"The main event begins," Ye Wen thought to himself.
Huo Rui and the others, who had remained vigilant, also detected the swiftly approaching Hao Tian Sect members.
Dao Ba, the most battle-sensitive among them, rushed forward first.
"Don't anyone dare take this from me—I'll test these guys' mettle."
The others shrugged indifferently at Dao Ba's battle-crazed declaration. Though the Hao Tian Sect's Title Douluos were strong, they weren't particularly intimidated.
Moreover, Dao Ba was the vanguard general. In other words, this stage was tailor-made for him.
After years of training, Dao Ba's swordsmanship had reached near-perfection, and he had mastered a soul ring ultimate skill—Ring Fusion.
"Ring Fusion Technique—Frenzied War God Body!!!"
The Frenzied War God Body was Dao Ba's ninth soul skill, granted by a divine Four Hundred-Thousand-Year soul ring, perfectly suited to him.
All of Dao Ba's soul rings fused together, their combined years exceeding a million. In the Ring Fusion state, all his attributes increased threefold, and he gained superhuman physical regeneration abilities.
At level 95, once Dao Ba activated this technique, his overall combat value could soar to the level of a 99-level semi-divine Douluo.
Even from a distance, Tang Xiao was shaken and uneasy at the overwhelming aura Dao Ba emitted.
"What a terrifying presence—even ten-thousand-year soul beasts can't compare to this ferocity."
As for why offensive soul skills weren't needed, it was simple—Dao Ba didn't require them.
"Frenzied Sword Art—Great Thunderclap!!!"
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