Ten Thousand Demons King did not care about such a trivial matter. That strike had merely been to vent a little resentment; most of his attention remained on the battlefield.
After Yan Shaozhe and Ma Xiaotao's personal demonstration, the allied forces finally understood just how dangerous this war was, and how easily one could die without protection.
The Soul Beasts charged forward, most of them newly born Soul Beasts with only faint intelligence.
The growth of Soul Beast intelligence had both benefits and drawbacks. More Soul Beasts had learned to fear death, but under the suppression of their bloodlines, they were still willing to sacrifice their lives.
The thunderous roar of artillery rang out. Before the two sides formally clashed, Dai Hao wanted to weaken the Soul Beasts as much as possible while avoiding friendly fire.
Boundless deathly aura spread outward, and the shells still flying through the air fell into death, vanishing completely from this world.
Seeing that it was ineffective, Dai Hao could only activate his Martial Soul Avatar and launch the attack in his capacity as commander.
The Body Sect members also charged in first. Fighting Soul Beasts was no different to them from fighting Shrek Academy. One bizarre-looking human after another began battling the Soul Beasts.
In war, they could no longer tell who was who. They only knew to kill every living being before them.
Golden Body Douluo had just punched a ten-thousand-year Soul Beast to death when several more ten-thousand-year Soul Beasts pounced on him the next second, tearing chunks of flesh from his body.
Sharp claws collided with flesh, soul skills flew everywhere, and the entire battlefield descended into chaos.
Da Ming and Er Ming had long lost their former high spirits. Seeing the miserable state of those two phoenixes, they felt it