"Shut up!"
Before Tang Hao could finish, Lan Jinghe cut him off sharply, her eyes brimming with utter scorn and impatience. "Might not be a match for us? Can you fucking leave me out of your bragging?!"
"The Golden Ancient Tree has grown even stronger after devouring the Demon Plane. Can you stop it, or can I? Situ Xuan has unfathomable reserves and methods that crush everyone else. Can you kill him, or can I?"
"Even before the Demon Plane was devoured, the momentum of the plane forced you and your wife to scurry away with your heads covered, hiding just to stay alive. Now that the plane has grown stronger and powerful figures are emerging everywhere, you actually dare to boast so shamelessly and think so highly of yourself? You might fool others, but don't fool yourself too!"
She sneered again and again, every word striking at his heart as she mercilessly punctured Tang Hao's hollow confidence: "
Thunderous explosions rang out without end. The earth kept collapsing and bursting apart, while violent energy storms swept in every direction.
The surviving Titled Douluos, Soul Douluos, Soul Saints, and other powerful Soul Masters were utterly helpless beneath the endless artillery barrage. Their defenses shattered layer by layer, their bodies exploded one after another, and even their souls were annihilated by the shellfire.
Zhao Song, Liang Xiaoyu, and all the other surviving elite fighters perished in the bombardment, leaving not even bones behind.
The ordinary Soul Masters and disciples who charged through blood, swearing to defend their sects to the death, were swallowed by the artillery fire in an instant, without even a chance to struggle.
Mu Ye continued roaming the battlefield like a blazing dragon. Wherever his mecha passed, every remaining enemy was torn apart, every last pocket of resistance