The eastern city gate had completely changed hands! Dongyang City's strongest barrier had been torn open, and the scales of war had decisively tipped!
Yet just as the imperial army surged into Dongyang City like a tidal wave, sending the defending forces into utter collapse and scattering them in all directions, and as Tang Lan was preparing to further interrogate the Ten Thousand Soul Douluo about "that door"—
At almost the exact same moment, two vast and boundless terrifying pressures suddenly rose without warning from the far horizons to the east and north, making heaven and earth change color!
One pressure was scorching and tyrannical, as though it could burn away the eight wastelands. Carrying endless resentment and destruction, it erupted like a dormant volcano!
The other was deeper and more restrained, yet like a bottomless abyss—cold and deathly still, as though it could devour all light and hope, containing ultimate darkness and dragon might!
These two pressures vastly surpassed those of Ten Thousand Soul, Abhorrence, and Nightmare. Even compared to the pressure Tang Lan had disguised as "Long Xiaoyao," they seemed faintly superior in terms of sheer quality!
The instant they appeared, the air across the entire battlefield seemed to freeze. The cries of battle abruptly stalled, and every Soul Master felt as though a mountain had been pressed upon their hearts. Even the circulation of their soul power became sluggish!
They were tearing through the sky at a suffocating speed, madly closing in on Dongyang City!
Sensing those two familiar yet terrifying pressures, the Ten Thousand Soul Douluo, trapped within the spatial prison, froze for a moment. Then indescribable ecstasy and hope erupted in his eyes. Like a dying man clutching at a lifeline, he screamed himself hoarse.
"It's Elder Ye! And... Elder Long?! The two Grand Elders...