Northern Legion

"Had I still failed...?" The mecha crashed to the ground in a violent explosion. Zetao abandoned it and flew into the air, six Soul Rings lighting up as he prepared to fight for his life.

Kill!

Countless Evil Soul Masters surged forward, most of them Soul Ancestors and Soul Elders. Their eyes were filled with madness, as though 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, a pair of silver handcuffs used by police to restrain thieves.

"My hand! Ahhh!!"

A chain tightly bound itself around every Evil Soul Master's hand, impossible to break apart. The immense mental and physical pain 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, moving so quickly that it struck straight into his chest.

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

A wave of weakness flooded his heart. He fell straight down, as if his life force had already been exhausted...

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

"Explode!"

Boom!

Black mist erupted, mixed with traces of blood.

"It's over!"

Pfft! Whirr—

But the battle was far from over. Countless Soul Guidance ground-to-air missiles shot toward the distant sky. It looked like the end of the world—over a thousand densely packed missiles, streaking through the air like meteors.

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

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

"Yes! Execute the evil souls!!"

Three black shadows sped through the air too fast for the naked eye to follow, reaching supersonic speeds of roughly Mach Five. They were level-seven supersonic Soul Guide Fighter Jets, second-generation fighters independently developed by the Federation. They could carry Level Nine Fixed Soul Cannon Shells and various interference shells, weighing around eight or nine tons. Every pilot had to be at least a Soul King; merely enduring the air pressure at Mach Five was beyond ordinary people.

This incident had already escalated into a full-scale battle. The Federation had informed the Northern Legion that all Evil Soul Masters had to be eliminated. He had led the Northern Third Squad here, answering his old friend Zetao's call for help.

The force assembled for this campaign was immense: three Black Grade Mechas and three Soul Douluos, all Two-Word Battle Armor Masters—equivalent to three ordinary Titled Douluos—as well as countless Purple Grade Mechas.

Inside 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. "Was it really so easy to hijack a train in Shrek City? Even those tracks were completely inconsistent with their original route, yet the train somehow passed through without issue. Who was the one who switched the tracks...?"

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

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

"But verifying that should be simple. Wouldn't it be enough to interrogate the people guarding the track switches?"

"It would be simple, indeed, but the people who switched the tracks were not those guards. Evil Soul Masters have bizarre methods. They can erase memories and wipe out souls. The track guards have basically all gone insane. What could they possibly tell us? Even if a mental-type Titled Douluo forcibly entered their memories, no information could be obtained."

"It seems this new era will be far from peaceful."

Warning! Warning!

Multiple Level Three Ground-to-Air Missiles detected one thousand meters above!

Interference shells!

More than a dozen specially made Yellow Grade Mechas launched countless tiny missiles from their backs. The missiles shot into the sky and collided with the larger ones, igniting bursts of flame.

"There are rather too many." Jiang Xing frowned.

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

"Advance!"

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

Three high-speed Soul Guide Fighter Jets roared through the sky. Machine guns at the ends of their tail wings spewed fire, turning some of the lower-level Evil Soul Masters directly into piles of flesh. It was a slaughter, and there was no possibility of resistance.

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

"We... our shells simply don't have the range or speed to hit them."

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 and died.

"Lord Evil God! Make your move!!" The three Evil Soul Master Soul Emperors also mutilated themselves to death. Vast numbers of Evil Soul Masters committed suicide, and their powerful evil aura surged into the sky, merging with that Evil God.

"Seven Level Six Soul Cannon Shells, fire!" The three fighter jets soared toward the heavens before diving down, forming a perfect triangle. Vapor trails streamed behind them, carving marks into the sky like a flawless painting.

Boom! Boom!

"How is that 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 spread apart and launched a second round of bombardment from different firing angles, but the truth was already right before them. They could not harm it at all.

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

Jiang Xing's expression darkened. "Retreat first. We'll be there immediately."

"Commander... we can't get back."

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

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

"Full speed ahead! We'll 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 stroked the Evil God, her eyes 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 grown even thicker. Strange runes flickered across them, giving off waves of black light and making them particularly 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 breach had opened. The three fighter jets accelerated to maximum speed, their roaring engines and explosions unceasing as the unique charm of machinery revealed itself once more!

In a triangular charge formation, they were going to ram them with their lives—to defend and uphold the honor that belonged 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—she was a Titled Douluo!! A Titled Douluo-level Evil Soul Master!!!

Essence Vine!

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

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