Tang San's order was, without doubt, a desperate gamble.
All of Zhennan Pass's regular defenses, ten thousand Spirit Masters, the palace Imperial Guards, Tang Sect disciples, and over a thousand Clear Sky Sect disciples—these were all the cards Tang San had left to play.
Even relying on Zhennan Pass's favorable terrain, the Heaven Dou Empire had been locked in a stalemate from the very beginning. Yet the scales of war were slowly tipping toward the Spirit Hall Empire. What was more terrifying was that he had already gone all out, yet he still did not know whether the Spirit Hall Empire had played all its cards.
The sounds of slaughter rang endlessly, and the stench of blood gradually spread through the entire mighty pass. Tang San's nerves were stretched taut.
Suddenly, from the direction of the Spirit Hall Empire, a terrifying aura beyond words rose up. In his spiritual world, it was as dazzling and scorching as the sun, impossible to look at directly.
"Everyone, release your Martial Souls!"
Bibi Dong stood atop a towering war chariot, coldly observing the battle atop the mighty pass, and spoke slowly.
Aside from Kite Douluo, who had already entered the battle, the remaining eleven Titled Douluo were all startled. The battle had only just begun, and they were already going to fight? But before they could react, a terrifying configuration of two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red rose slowly from beneath Bibi Dong's feet. The Exchange Scepter that had been held in her hand year-round vanished, replaced by an enormous scythe radiating deep purple light.
When one looked at it, they could feel not only a bone-piercing cold, but also hear lingering whispers by their ears, like the undead from a nether prison.
What was even more horrifying was that