A War Doomed to Fail

At this moment, inside the King of Slaughter's palace in Thunder City.

The Slaughter Emissary approached with a tray. On it sat a glass of red wine—or rather, blood mixed with a small amount of alcohol. The King of Slaughter had spent so long in the City of Slaughter, drinking Yellow Springs Dew every day. Now that the City of Slaughter was gone, its Yellow Springs Dew could no longer be made. Yet he could no longer part with the taste of blood.

It was not just the King of Slaughter. Most of the Evil Soul Masters who had emerged from the City of Slaughter shared this problem. They had long grown accustomed to the scent of blood and had even become enamored with that scarlet flavor.

Even without Yellow Springs Dew, they still loved the taste of blood.

The Slaughter Emissary handed the red wine to the King of Slaughter, then leaned close with one hand resting on his knee, her voice seductive. "Great King of Slaughter, the Soul Masters and armies of Blazing Fire City, Godwind City, and Skywater City have broken through the city gates. Furthermore, Spirit Hall seems to have dispatched Titled Douluo as well."

"Hmph, they finally came?" The King of Slaughter snorted coldly, his tone contemptuous. "Since they are here, have Fallen Angel and the others lead men to welcome them! If they are willing to join our New City of Slaughter, then in the name of the King of Slaughter, I can guarantee their safety. If they refuse, let them become a new batch of Blood Slaves!"

Thunder City had a population of one million. When the King of Slaughter took control of Thunder City, he recruited those who were useful to him. As for those who refused to obey, they all became Blood Slaves of the New City of Slaughter.

After taking a sip of the red wine, the King of Slaughter said softly, "Though it is somewhat inferior to Yellow Springs Dew, it will do. What is it called?"

"Bloody Mary," the Slaughter Emissary replied.

"Is that so? You may leave." The King of Slaughter calmly took another sip of Bloody Mary.

"Yes, King of Slaughter."

The army that had entered Thunder City also sensed that something was wrong. So much time had passed, yet aside from some resistance at the city gates, they had encountered no further opposition.

The streets were also unnaturally quiet. Though they had chosen to attack at night, their battle cries had been so loud. How could the city still be this silent?

Huo Yaoyang looked around and immediately felt that something was amiss. The cold night wind blew against his body, and in the next instant, a voice rang out from the sky. "You have some nerve, daring to intrude upon the New City of Slaughter. I will give you one chance. Surrender, and you may be spared."

As the voice fell, four figures appeared before Huo Yaoyang and the others beneath the moonlight. Nine soul rings rose beneath their feet: Yellow Yellow Purple Purple Black Black Black Black Black.

"Titled Douluo." Huo Yaoyang, Feng Tiancheng, and the others wore grim expressions as they looked at the four Titled Douluo. They had known that Evil Soul Masters in Thunder City included Titled Douluo, but they had never expected there to be four of them.

Even the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, once the third-ranked sect, had only possessed one Titled Douluo. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the second-ranked sect, had only two. Yet these Evil Soul Masters had four Titled Douluo.

"This is... the Six-winged Angel Martial Soul. No, it does not have six wings, and it is completely different from the sacred power said to belong to the Six-winged Angel Martial Soul..." Red Flag Douluo and Yellow Flag Douluo stared at Fallen Angel's Martial Soul. It was an Angel Martial Soul, but this angel was filled with evil power.

Fallen Angel corrected them. "An Angel Martial Soul? More precisely, it is a Fallen Angel Martial Soul."

At this point, even the two Titled Douluo from Spirit Hall sensed that these people were unusual. One of them asked, "Just who are you?"

"Judging from the two of you, you must be elders of Spirit Hall." Fallen Angel looked at Red Flag Douluo and Yellow Flag Douluo with disdain. "Have Spirit Hall's elders become this useless now? You are merely level 91 Titled Douluo."

Red Flag Douluo immediately grew angry upon hearing that. He looked at Fallen Angel and demanded, "Why do you possess an Angel Martial Soul? Though yours appears to have mutated, shouldn't Angel Martial Souls exist only within Spirit Hall?"

As he spoke, everyone also looked toward the others and discovered that these people's Martial Souls were far from ordinary: a Fallen Angel, a Black Dragon, a purple Skeleton, and a tool Martial Soul resembling a talisman.

The Zombie King at the side grinned bloodthirstily. "Spirit Hall, there is no need for you to keep guessing. This fellow used to be one of your people. I heard he was even Qian Daoliu's brother, wasn't he, Fallen Angel?"

Fallen Angel's voice turned icy. "Shut up, Zombie King. If you do not wish to die, do not mention his name in front of me. Are you looking to die?"

Hearing Fallen Angel's words, the Zombie King did not say anything further. Fallen Angel waved his hand, and Evil Soul Masters appeared all around them. Farther away, clusters of torches ignited one after another. The soldiers of the New City of Slaughter had long been prepared and were waiting.

"Kill them..." "Kill them..." "Kill them..." The cries of slaughter instantly surged like waves, each louder than the last. Killing Intent spread through the night in an instant.

Fallen Angel wasted no words and launched the first attack. That movement was like the sounding of a horn, and all the Evil Soul Masters and guards of the New City of Slaughter sprang into action as well.

"Kill these Evil Soul Masters..." "Kill them..."

Before long, the flames of war lit up the night sky as the two sides swiftly clashed.

Compared with the Evil Soul Masters, the Three Elements City Alliance was clearly lacking in high-level combat power. Their strongest fighters were merely Soul Douluo, while the Evil Soul Masters had not only four Titled Douluo but also more than twenty Soul Douluo. Their strength nearly crushed the alliance.

The battle lasted the entire night. In the end, it was a disastrous defeat. Three Elements Cities withdrew from Thunder City with over thirty thousand battered troops remaining. Fallen Angel, the other three Titled Douluo, and the Evil Soul Masters merely drove them out of Thunder City and did not pursue them further.

After returning to Blazing Fire City, everyone was dejected. They had lost, and it had been a crushing defeat. Both sides had suffered heavy casualties, and everyone was filled with grief.

Meanwhile, Zhao Zilong and Yue Yao temporarily withdrew to one side. After all, this defeat had been intentional from the very beginning.

Not to mention that Zhao Zilong, Yue Yao, Red Flag Douluo, Yellow Flag Douluo, and the others capable of contending with the opposing Titled Douluo had not fought seriously—even if they had fought with all their strength, they would still have had little chance against four Titled Douluo.

Because from the very beginning, the outcome Spirit Hall wanted from this war was the defeat of the Three Elements Cities.