Thunderous booms rolled on without end as the earth kept collapsing and exploding, and violent energy storms swept in every direction.
The surviving Title Douluo, Spirit Douluo, Soul Saints, and powerful Soul Masters from every side were utterly powerless beneath the endless blanket of artillery fire. Their defenses shattered layer by layer, their bodies exploded one after another, and even their souls were annihilated by the bombardment.
Zhao Song, Liang Xiaoyu, and the other surviving top powerhouses all perished amid the artillery fire, dying without even their bones left behind.
Those ordinary Soul Masters and disciples who charged through bloodshed and swore to defend their sects to the death were swallowed by the bombardment in an instant, without even the slightest chance to struggle.
Mu Ye was still moving across every part of the battlefield like a blazing dragon. Wherever his Mecha passed, the remaining enemies were torn apart, and all residual fighting strength was cleared away. He spared no hidden remnant and left the two great sects not even the slightest chance to rise from the ashes.
Shrek had passed down its legacy for ten thousand years, standing at the peak of the continent. Through rise and fall, prosperity and decline, it had once controlled the continent's order, led the trends of Soul Masters, and nurtured countless prodigies. The Tang Sect had dominated through the ages, its hidden weapons unmatched under heaven, its foundations profound, its inheritance ancient, once one of the most powerful forces on the continent.
But today, in one sudden upheaval, everything was lost.
A ten-thousand-year foundation was overturned in a single day; ancient sects were completely annihilated.
The flames of war gradually died down, and smoke stretched endlessly.
Across the entire battlefield, there was no longer the slightest trace of Shrek or the Tang Sect.