Heaven Dou Empire's Hidden Card
Even the soil surrounding the crater walls was melted into glassy crystals by the explosion.
The entire battlefield was deathly silent.
All fighting has ceased.
Whether it was the Sea Soul Master under Xia Yang's command or the soldiers of the Heaven Dou Empire, everyone held their breath and looked at the giant pit.
Marshal Ge Long was the de facto marshal of the Empire, and his life or death would directly determine the outcome of this war.
Xia Yang swung the giant arm of Susanoo, and a gale howled, sweeping away the smoke and dust in the pit.
Then, the view at the bottom of the pit gradually became clear.
Ge Long's Martial Soul Avatar had been dispelled, and he had returned to human form, lying supine at the bottom of the pit, covered in blood, his chest rising and falling slightly, and the pool of blood beneath him was still slowly expanding.
"There's still a breath..."
Xia Yang sensed the remaining embers of life, but his eyes showed no pity.
Fourth Soul Skill: Tear Heaven God Claw
Susanoo a fist with his right hand, and six golden blades of light condensed above Ge Long, intertwining to form Net of Death before crashing down.
"Laugh--!"
The sound of flesh being torn apart was particularly jarring in the silent battlefield.
Ge Long's body shattered into pieces amidst the golden light. This renowned general of the Heaven Dou Empire had ultimately perished here.
After a brief silence.
"Avenge Marshal Ge Long!!"
"Kill!!!"
Dozens of grief-stricken roars erupted from the Heaven Dou camp.
On several Positions, the Soul Power Fluctuation suddenly became intense.
Clearly, this is a Soul Master preparing for a desperate gamble.
Xia Yang sensed the situation on the battlefield without even turning his head.
Eighth Soul Skill: Yasakani no Magatama.
Susanoo raised its left arm, spread its five fingers, and dozens of smaller but denser energy balls poured down like a torrential rain in the direction from which the roar came.
"BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM--!!!"
The explosion lasted for a full fifteen breaths.
After the flames died down, those Positions had been reduced to scorched earth.
There was no further sound from above.
Xia Yang's voice finally rang out across the battlefield, not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears.
Those who surrender will not be killed.
Four words, yet Qian Jun weight.
Clang.
The first weapon landed.
Then came the second one, the third one...
As a result of the chain reaction, the Soul Master of the Heaven Dou Empire laid down their weapons and lowered their heads one after another.
The will to resist completely collapsed with Ge Long's death.
Xia Yang's Sea Soul Master began to systematically receive prisoners and clean up the battlefield.
The enormous Susanoo turned around, its twenty-five-meter-tall body towering like a demon god in the center of the battlefield, its purple eyes surveying everything below.
Giants, tattered flags, blood, surrendered soldiers, scorched earth...
This scene is deeply etched in the minds of every witness.
No one spoke, but everyone understood.
From that moment on, the landscape of the Fasinuo Province changed.
After a while, Xia Yang withdrew his Soul Power, and his Martial Soul Avatar slowly dissipated.
He fell from the sky, his feet landing on the still-warm, scorched earth.
Then, Xia Yang's gaze swept over the surrendered soldiers who dared not meet his eyes.
"Clean up the battlefield and take stock of casualties."
Xia Yang's command was concise and cold, and quickly spread throughout the entire battlefield.
"Those who resist will be killed without exception; those who surrender will be settled according to regulations."
"Yes!"
The Soul Master under his command responded in unison, their voices filled with barely suppressed awe and fervor.
The decisive battle is over.
However, Xia Yang knew that the real war might have only just begun.
He gazed at the distant horizon, in the direction of Heaven Dou City.
Now, though Ge Long is dead, victory has been won on the battlefield.
However, the Heaven Dou still rages on.
As the sun set, a blood-red sunset spread across the horizon, painting the entire battlefield in a tragic hue.
The western mountain peaks were clearly outlined in the rosy glow of the sunset, like the silent silhouette of a giant.
Two hours had passed since the battle ended, and Xia Yang's Soul Master were still cleaning up the battlefield.
Broken armor, shattered weapons, and undried bloodstains were scattered across the battlefield, and the air was thick with the stench of blood mixed with scorched earth.
The prisoners were gathered together and sat on the ground, dejected, with occasional low sobs.
Xia Yang walked through the bustling crowd and arrived at the east side of the battlefield.
At this moment, Xia Yang's parents were directing their men to inventory supplies and escort important prisoners.
When they saw their son approaching, a look of relief appeared in their eyes.
"Mom and Dad, how are you?"
"Were you injured in the previous battle?"
Xia Yang strode forward, carefully examining his parents.
Xia Shi patted the dust off his robes and grinned, "It's nothing, it's nothing."
"Thanks to you for taking down Ge Long so quickly, the battle didn't drag on."
"If we really fight to the death, the losses will be huge."
Huo Yang picked up the conversation, his tone tinged with relief, and said, "Today's battle went fairly smoothly."
"We first used our long-range military formations to wear them down, and only engaged them in close combat once their formation was disrupted."
"The time spent fighting between Soul Master is actually very short, and the casualties are much smaller than expected."
"Your father and I only used up a bit of our Soul Power; we didn't even suffer any minor injuries."
"It's good that you're alright."
Xia Yang breathed a sigh of relief, a smile spreading across his face. He said, "See? I told you that even if Sea God Island couldn't provide support, I could still lead you to victory in this battle."
"Haha, just as expected of my son!"
Xia Shi patted his son's shoulder hard, his eyes filled with pride.
Huo Yang nodded with a smile, but his expression suddenly changed as he was about to say something.
"It's too early to declare victory!"
A cold, hoarse voice, like a venomous snake, burrowed into everyone's ears; it wasn't loud, but it clearly resonated throughout the entire battlefield.
Xia Yang reacted quickly, pulling his parents behind him and instantly raising his Soul Power, his sharp gaze sweeping towards the eastern sky.
A figure in blue was seen flying rapidly from a distance.
The newcomer did not use any Flight Soul Skill, but relied purely on Soul Power to traverse the air.
Clearly, this is a Titled Douluo.
"Mom and Dad, back up! More enemies are coming!"
Xia Yang's voice instantly turned serious.
"Yang'er, be very careful, Titled Douluo is coming!"
Huo Yang gripped his son's arm tightly, his eyes filled with worry.
"Rest assured."
Xia Yang gave a brief response and gently pushed his mother's hand away.
Xia Shi knew he couldn't hold his son back at this moment, so he immediately grabbed his wife's hand and pulled her back.
The surrounding Soul Master also reacted, and whether they were the Sea Soul Master under Xia Yang's command or the prisoners of the Heaven Dou Empire, they all panicked and retreated to the edge of the battlefield.
Even the aftershocks of a battle at the Titled Douluo level are enough to severely injure or even kill Soul Master below the Soul Saint.
In just a few dozen breaths, the area within 500 meters of Xia Yang was deserted, leaving only scorched earth and scattered debris.
At this moment, the cyan figure had already flown close, looking down from mid-air.
The newcomer was a thin old man, dressed in a gray-blue robe, with half-black and half-white hair, a withered face, but eyes that pierced the light.
What is most striking is the faint dark green aura emanating from him; wherever he stands, the few surviving weeds around him quickly wither and turn black.