Fortunately, Huo Yuhao had that shield strapped to his back. Otherwise, his fate would have been several times more miserable than it was now.
Several times, Tang Lan and the others even saw Huo Yuhao blasted backward several yards.
His blue academy uniform had been scorched until only scraps covering most of his body remained.
Yet even so, Huo Yuhao still had no intention of admitting defeat.
The bombardment continued for dozens of breaths. By Tang Lan's estimate, He Caitou had unleashed at least several hundred attacks in that brief span of time.
He was practically a humanoid beast of war.
In wartime, He Caitou alone could handle an army of five hundred men.
If He Caitou could break through to Soul King or even Soul Saint, his value would undergo a qualitative transformation.
Leaving aside the Ultimate Individual Soldier Plan, where one person could take on a thousand, even his Amplification Cigars could equip large numbers of soldiers and more than double an army's overall combat strength.
That was why auxiliary Soul Masters were the most precious elites in every major empire.
"Whew, whew!"
After continuously firing hundreds of Soul Guidance Cannonballs of various types, even someone as strong as He Caitou was panting heavily.
He Caitou was now kneeling on one knee, the hair on his forehead long soaked with sweat.
His clothes were thoroughly drenched, and a small puddle formed from his sweat had already appeared beneath his feet.
Under the scorching heat unleashed by the Soul Guidance Cannons on the field, it was gradually drying up.
Whoosh~~~
Just then, a black shadow appeared behind Tang Lan without anyone noticing.
He Caitou only felt a slight chill at his neck before a throwing knife came to rest against his throat.
When He Caitou lowered his head slightly,