Lin Yuanzhen's Roar

"Yes, Hall Master!" As soon as Lu Yuan finished speaking, the Qin Sect disciples present tacitly paired one Rank 6 Fixed Soul Guidance Cannon with one Rank 7 Fixed Soul Guidance Cannon, bombarding separate areas with ferocious firepower.

The remaining six Rank 6 Soul Guidance Cannons were divided into two groups of three, carrying out encircling bombardments.

Under the bombardment of these Soul Guidance Cannons, the patch of land occupied by the White Tiger Legion was blasted from beginning to end. It was practically shell-plowed; not a single trace of vegetation remained on the ground, only bare soil marked by the black scorch marks of explosions and the remnants left behind by the White Tiger Legion and the others.

Watching the White Tiger Legion struggle amid blood and fire, Lu Yuan's expression remained calm, with not the slightest pity in his eyes. Since they were enemies, they could not blame him for being ruthless.

On the battlefield, it was always a fight to the death. As the ancients had said, mercy had no place in command. War had always been cruel.

"Elder Hongchen, it's time to play with the Rank 8 Soul Guidance Cannons. Look, there are still some little rats making futile struggles over there."

Looking at Lin Yuanzhen and the other three on the battlefield, who had unleashed their Martial Souls and were doing their utmost to block the explosions of the Soul Guidance shells, Lu Yuan curled his lips slightly and spoke with a soft laugh.

"Those seem to be four Soul Douluo." Jing Hongchen narrowed his eyes and said quietly.

Although they were far apart, a Titled Douluo's eyesight was exceptional. Unlike the disciples, who needed the sights mounted on the Soul Guidance Cannons to aim, their naked eyes were more than enough.

"Indeed, four Soul