The failure of the decapitation operation set off a chain reaction like falling dominoes. Led by two consecrates, Spirit Hall's Spirit Master Legion launched a full-scale counteroffensive.
A black tide surged toward the Heaven Dou Empire's positions. Wherever it passed, corpses carpeted the ground and blood ran in rivers.
Bolstered by the consecrates, Spirit Hall's spirit masters were all incomparably fierce. Light Feather Douluo stood high in the sky, continuously firing Light Feather Arrows and reaping the lives of Heaven Dou soldiers.
Mighty Lion Douluo moved through the Heaven Dou ranks as though no one stood in his way, charging and rampaging through them. Wherever his flames swept, only scorched earth remained.
Though the Heaven Dou Empire's soldiers resisted with all their strength, everything seemed futile before such an absolute gap in power.
Their Spirit Skills were utterly ineffective against Spirit Hall's powerhouses, their formations were torn apart with ease, and the soldiers were like lambs awaiting slaughter, left to be massacred by Spirit Hall's spirit masters.
On the battlefield, screams, battle cries, and the clashes of Spirit Skills intertwined into a tragic song of despair. Severed limbs and mangled bodies lay everywhere, while blood gathered into streams and flowed toward the low ground, filling the air with a pungent stench.
Dark clouds blanketed the sky, as if even heaven mourned this brutal war.
Emperor Xueye personally oversaw the central command tent. As reports of defeat arrived one after another from the front lines, his face turned as pale as paper. He coughed incessantly, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of anxiety and unwillingness. "How could this happen... How could this happen..." he muttered, the hope in his heart like a flickering candle in the wind, liable to go out at any moment.
"Your Majesty!