Startled cries, screams, the wailing of fierce winds as they fell from the sky, and despairing howls rose and fell throughout the flying Soul Engineer Troupe.
A height of merely two or three hundred meters above the ground was certainly not that high, but it was already enough to kill any Soul Master below the Soul Saint rank.
What was more, these people had been charging forward on Flying Soul Tools. After losing their ability to fly, their forward momentum remained, eventually turning them into arcs plunging toward the ground.
Boom!
Boom! Boom!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Fireballs erupted one after another. They were caused by the equipment on the Soul Engineers of the troupe exploding under the violent impact after they struck the ground.
Beyond that came even more dull thuds, like sack after sack of rotten hemp weighing hundreds of pounds being thrown from a skyscraper dozens of stories high, smashing heavily into the earth. The ground cracked beneath them, flesh was pulped, and blood splattered everywhere.
In only a few breaths, the once clean and orderly ground before Shrek City had turned into a blood-soaked hell on earth. Twisted flesh and steel were mashed together, all conveying a shattered sense of despair that would fill anyone who witnessed it with hopelessness from the depths of their heart.
Only the Titled Douluo barely managed to react. After adjusting their positions, they landed heavily on the ground and stared at the horrifying scene around them in shock.
In that instant just now, it had felt as though they had been cursed. They could no longer sense the airflow around their bodies.
Titled Douluo like them could still rely on their formidable physiques to endure the damage from the fall after losing the surrounding airflow. They could even unleash intense Soul