Those who had cultivated to the rank of Titled Douluo were, by and large, renowned powerhouses of the continent.
Before they became famous, each of them had been the Dragon God Mu En of their own story, Young Prodigies capable of crushing every enemy before them.
How could people like them lack a measure of pride and backbone?
Having those weaker than themselves fight to secure their chances of survival left these Titled Douluo deeply troubled.
But there was no other way.
For their homeland to endure, they had to do this.
Chen Ping's reply, sent half an hour after the Rank 9 Fixed Cannonball blasted open a breach in the Mingdou Mountain Range, provided the Titled Douluo with several critical hidden routes for their surprise attack.
These were the tunnels Chen Ping had mentioned earlier—passages bored straight through the base of the Mingdou Mountain Range using earthwork excavation methods, allowing them to survey the mountain's internal deployments.
These tunnels had been dug in a desperate race against time before the Sun Moon Empire's soldiers could install Soul Guidance Seismograph detection devices beneath the mountain range. It was now too late even to excavate new passages.
Therefore, if they wanted to infiltrate the Mingdou Mountain Range without a sound, aside from launching an attack from high altitude, their best option was this subterranean advance method, which could only accommodate a small number of Titled Douluo moving swiftly.
Once that Soul Douluo finished speaking, the group of Soul Douluo flew forward.
Every face bore resolve and calm as they charged toward the Mingdou Mountain Range, gliding through the night sky like more than a hundred silent Ghosts.
Three minutes passed in the blink of an eye. The more than one hundred Soul Douluo had already completely dispersed, spreading out with the