Northern Legion

"Had it failed again..." The mecha crashed to the ground in a violent explosion. Zetao abandoned it and flew into the air, six Soul Rings lighting up around him as he prepared to fight to the death.

Kill!

Countless Evil Soul Masters swarmed forward, most of them Soul Ancestors and Soul Elders. Their eyes were filled with madness, as if their lives had already been sublimated.

A black Soul Ring lit up.

Heavenly Prohibition!

Zetao's Martial Soul was the Heavenly Prison Chain—simply put, silver handcuffs like those police used to bind thieves.

"My hand! Ahhh!!"

A chain tightly clasped the hand of every Evil Soul Master, impossible to break apart. The immense damage to both mind and body made them experience the agony of nearing death.

Curse Strike!

Another Soul Emperor Evil Soul Master made his move. The two Soul Kings facing him had already been slain.

A streak of black light blasted toward Zetao with incredible speed, plunging directly into his chest.

"How is this possible?" Zetao stared at his chest in shock as black aura continuously spread across his body.

A sense of powerlessness flooded his heart. He fell straight down, as though his life force had long since run dry...

"Die..." The Soul Emperor Evil Soul Master brought two fingers together and pointed at Zetao.

"Explode!"

Boom!

Black mist burst apart, mixed with traces of blood.

"It's over!"

Pfft! Whoosh~

But the battle was far from over. Countless Soul Guide ground-to-air missiles shot into the distant sky. It was like the apocalypse—more than a thousand missiles, densely packed as they turned into streaks of meteors.

"We came too late..." Jiang Xing's voice was somewhat choked.

"Hear my order! The Evil Soul Masters run rampant, humiliating our Federation, humiliating our people, and slaughtering our compatriots. They must be executed!!"

"Yes! Exterminate the evil souls!!"

Three black shadows sped through the air at a velocity invisible to the naked eye. They had reached Mach-level speed, around Mach Five. They were Mach-level Level Seven Soul Guide Fighter Jets, second-generation fighters independently developed by the Federation. They could carry Level Nine Fixed Soul Cannon Shells and all manner of jamming shells, weighing roughly eight or nine tons. Every pilot had to be at least a Soul King; ordinary people could not even endure the air pressure at Mach Five, much less pilot one.

This incident had already escalated to the level of a full-scale battle. The Federation had notified the Northern Legion and ordered it to eliminate every Evil Soul Master. He had led the Northern Third Squad here this time, answering his old friend Zetao's call for aid.

The force assembled for this campaign was enormous: three Black Grade Mechas and three Soul Douluos, all Two-Word Battle Armor Masters. In other words, they were equivalent to three ordinary Titled Douluos. There were even more Purple Grade Mechas beyond count.

In a pitch-black room,

"President, what are you thinking about?"

Someone handed him a cup of water.

He slowly accepted it and took a small sip. "Could it really have been so easy to hijack a train in Shrek City? Even those rails completely deviated from their original route, yet the train somehow passed through so smoothly. Who was the one who changed the tracks...?"

"You mean?" That person's pupils widened slightly.

"Not only within the Federation. Evil Soul Masters may have already infiltrated the three major powers as well."

"But verifying that should be simple. Can't we just interrogate the people guarding the rail switches?"

"It is simple, but the people who switched the tracks were not them. Evil Soul Masters have strange methods. They can erase memories and wipe away souls. The people guarding the tracks have basically all gone insane. What could they possibly tell us? Even if a spiritual-type Titled Douluo forcibly entered their memories, nothing could be found."

"It seems this new era will not be peaceful."

Warning! Warning!

At an altitude of one thousand meters, multiple Level Three Ground-to-Air Missiles!

Jamming shells!

More than a dozen specially made Yellow Grade Mechas launched countless tiny missiles from their backs. They rushed into the sky, collided with the larger missiles, and erupted in bursts of flame.

"There are rather a lot of them." Jiang Xing frowned.

The blade of his Black Grade Mecha flew from his hand and spun through the sky, continuously slicing apart missiles.

"Advance!"

"Damn it!" The battle armor of the three Soul Emperor Evil Soul Masters had shattered. Their bodies were covered in wounds, with shrapnel embedded in their flesh.

Three high-speed Soul Guide Fighter Jets roared through the sky. Machine guns at the ends of their twin tail fins spat fire, directly shooting some low-level Evil Soul Masters into pulp. It was a slaughter. There was no possibility of resistance.

"Shells! Where are our shells?" A Soul King Evil Soul Master roared.

"Our... our shells don't have the range or speed to hit them at all."

The Soul King Evil Soul Master collapsed to the ground. "Haha! Our Jing Teng Evil Soul Master Regiment will never perish. Boss, it's up to you!" With that, he mutilated himself to death.

"Lord Evil God! Make your move!!" The three Soul Emperor Evil Soul Masters also mutilated themselves to death. A large number of Evil Soul Masters committed suicide, and powerful evil aura surged into the sky, merging into that Evil God.

"Seven Level Six Soul Cannon Shells, fire!" The three fighter jets shot toward the heavens before diving down again, forming a perfect triangle. Clouds of vapor trailed from their tails, leaving streaks carved into the sky like an incomparably perfect painting.

Boom! Boom!

"How is this possible?" The three pilots froze. As the smoke cleared, that enormous evil-eyed creature was completely unharmed.

"Organize another effective strike." The fighter jets began to split apart and launched a second bombardment from different firing angles, but the truth was already before them: they could not inflict any damage at all.

"Sir! We've encountered something strange..."

Jiang Xing's expression darkened. "Withdraw first. We'll be there shortly."

"Sir... we can't make it back."

Jiang Xing's eyes flew open. "What happened?"

"Give my regards to my parents..." The signal vanished.

"Full speed ahead! Reach the main battlefield in three minutes!" Jiang Xing roared.

"Yes!!"

Countless enormous vines rose from beneath the city. "Haha! It's done! It's done!! A body comparable to a god's."

Space tore open, revealing a woman in black. Her pupils were an eerie white. She caressed the Evil God, her gaze filled with infatuation.

The three fighter jets had already been surrounded by vines. The purple vines Gu You had previously seen in the city's outer district had become even thicker. Strange runes flickered across them, emitting waves of black light and appearing especially terrifying.

"Comrades! Unleash all our ammunition! We would rather die than surrender!!"

Nearly five tons of explosives blasted into the enormous mass of vines. When the smoke cleared, a massive opening had appeared. The three fighter jets accelerated to maximum speed, their roaring explosions unceasing as the unique charm of machinery revealed itself once more!

In a triangular charging formation, they intended to ram their lives into the enemy! To defend and uphold the honor belonging to heroic soldiers!!

They were too fast, hurtling straight toward the woman in black and the Evil God before erupting in a violent explosion.

"How annoying." Yue Zi wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. Nine Soul Rings floated beside her. A Titled Douluo!! An Evil Soul Master at the level of a Titled Douluo!!!

Essence Vine!

Two-Word Battle Armor began fusing onto Yue Zi's body. An aura no weaker than that of a Super Douluo exploded outward, and the wounds from the collision instantly healed.

"Now it's your turn!" Yue Zi's white pupils looked into the distance.