The Deep Sea Demon Whale King Dies! (Continued)

The Demon Whale King roared, a terrifying howl that combined mental shock and physical shockwaves, enough to sting the soul of an ordinary Titled Douluo.

At the same time, its skin became incredibly tough, and its body subtly showed signs of evolving into a dragon, with its fins transforming into dragon wings...

But the chill, like a bone-deep infection, ignored the surface of the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King, seeping into its skin—which was tougher than metal and stone—along with the Sisi and energy, freezing its muscles and slowing its blood flow.

This deep sea has become a constantly cooling inferno. Ice crystals are spreading...

The battle lasted for an unknown period of time.

The Demon Whale King's struggles grew increasingly ferocious, yet increasingly powerless.

Its proud defenses gradually crumbled under the combined erosion of absolute zero and the power to manipulate water.

Its power, capable of overturning rivers and seas, was gradually weakened, guided, and eliminated.

Finally, a long, mournful cry of resentment echoed throughout the sea.

The mountain-like body slowly came to a stop moving.

Its enormous eyes remained wide open, reflecting the two figures, the light in its pupils gradually fading into eternal darkness.

He couldn't understand why two mere humans could be so powerful.

You must know that his Soul Power is comparable to that of a god in purity and quantity, his physical body is strong, and his spirit is also extremely powerful. Why would he lose to two human women?

Where did they get so much Soul Power to fight me for so long?

Wang Zhaojun and Zhen Ji stepped onto the corpse of the Demon Whale King.

Zhen Ji floated cross-legged, a magnificent illusory image of her Martial Soul appearing behind her. A powerful suction force was generated, and a dark red -Golden Soul Ring containing immense energy slowly peeled off the corpse of the Demon Whale King, pulling it towards her and beginning to merge into her body.

Wang Zhaojun landed on the broad back of the Demon Whale King, lightly tapping her staff to precisely slice open a section of skin and bone that had long been weakened by the cold. She reached out and used her Soul Power to pull, and a piece of bone that was crystal clear and had faint energy tides flowing through it— the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King Torso Bone —fell into her hand.

The bones felt heavy to the touch, radiating a chilling aura of power and vitality, as if they still possessed their own will.

The process of extracting the bone and absorbing the Soul Ring was quiet and swift.

Having done all this, the two didn't even glance at the remains of the once-dominant ruler of the deep sea again; their figures flickered slightly, and they left.

All that remained was that enormous shell that had begun to slowly sink.

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Time loses its meaning in the deep sea.

I don't know how much time passed.

A tiny noise broke the deathly silence.

Those deep-sea creatures, terrified by the great battle but sensing the "feast" after the fall of the Soul Beast Emperor, quietly gathered and began to enjoy this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Just then, another enormous shadow tore through the dark waters in the distance and came hurtling towards them.

What arrived was a Deep Sea Demon Whale, slightly smaller than the fallen Deep Sea Demonic Whale King, with equally beautiful and powerful lines.

Her arrival carried an undeniable air of authority.

The small fish and shrimp that were feeding on the whale suddenly scattered and vanished without a trace, leaving only the ravaged carcass of the giant whale.

She was none other than the wife of the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King, the Demon Empress.

Because of her husband's protection, the Demon Empress, despite her exceptional talent, lacks experience and perseverance in cultivation, and her current strength is not very high.

She didn't even have the right to interfere in the battle just now.

She stopped in front of her husband's body.

Slowly, she leaned closer and gently pressed her smooth, cool side against her husband's even colder, stiff skin, covered with battle scars and bite marks.

"Waaaaah!!"

A low, long cry escaped from her throat.

The sound waves reverberated heavily through the seawater, traveling extremely far.

All the Sea Soul Beast in the Demonic Whale Sea Area knew upon hearing this sound wave that the overlord of this sea, the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King, was dead.

The Demon Empress swam slowly around her husband's corpse, circling again and again, her side fins brushing against his cold body time and again.

She also saw the shocking emptiness in his torso—where his core essence of power should have been contained...

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On the other hand, the Sun Moon Empire has also reached its end.

Although the fleet that arrived from the Spirit Hall Empire was smaller in number compared to the army of the Sun Moon Empire, the Spirit Hall Empire's offensive was unstoppable due to its overwhelming strength.

The original plan not only failed to slow down the Spirit Hall Empire's offensive, but also fueled the anger of the Spirit Hall Empire's soldiers.

Thinking of this, the Emperor of the Sun Moon Empire couldn't help but curse the guy who gave him the bad advice in his heart.

If the emperor is unhappy, then naturally the people below him are also unhappy.

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The Imperial Palace of the Sun Moon Empire.

The dome murals, which once symbolized supreme authority and splendor, now appear mottled and oppressive under the flickering lights.

The pattern depicts the Sun Moon Empire shining together, cracks spread like a spider web, and the air is filled with a stagnant atmosphere that is a mixture of old incense and... a faint smell of blood.

On the dragon throne, the emperor of the Sun Moon Empire, once a monarch who compared himself to the Sun Moon Empire and was full of ambition, now had sunken eyes and bloodshot pupils, staring intently at the silent ministers below.

"... Useless! A complete and utter bunch of useless trash!"

The emperor abruptly stood up from his dragon throne, his finger trembling as he pointed to a group of prostrate backs below.

"My Sun Moon Empire has spent countless resources to support you Soul Master, generals, and strategists! And now? A mere detachment of the Spirit Hall Empire, with fewer than eleven of my border troops, has breached twenty-seven of my cities! Their advance is aimed directly at the capital!" His chest heaved violently, his voice sharp and distorted with extreme rage.

"Imperial Capital! Do you know what this means? It means that the fate of my Sun Moon Empire will be lost in my hands! Lost in the hands of you bunch of good-for-nothings!"

He suddenly grabbed a cup from the table and smashed it downwards. Shards flew everywhere, and several officials kneeling nearby instinctively flinched, but dared not move an inch.

"Speak! Where are your usual skills of vying for power and boasting? Show them to me now! If you can't come up with a plan to repel the enemy, I'll use your heads as a sacrifice for the flag!"

The officials below, their foreheads pressed against the cold floor tiles, felt a bitter chill in their hearts.

What can be done?

The Spirit Hall Empire's fleet may seem small in number, but the leaders are incredibly powerful.

Titled Douluo- level powerhouses seem to be common in the opposing team, not to mention the unprecedented and ridiculously powerful combined Soul Skill, Soul Tool, and tactics.

The Empire's Soul Engineer crumbled at the first sign of trouble in direct combat; their formidable Soul Guidance defenses were as flimsy as paper in the face of such an overwhelming disparity in strength.

A direct confrontation is futile, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Holding out is tantamount to waiting for death.

Seeking peace? The emperor would be the first to refuse, and the Spirit Hall Empire's fierce offensive showed no sign of accepting surrender.

Some people recalled the "strategist" who had been executed by order of the emperor not long ago; that guy had proposed the so-called "driving the wolf to devour the tiger" plan.

But what was the result? The Spirit Hall Empire was completely unaffected; on the contrary, it seemed to be thoroughly enraged, and its offensive became even more intense.

That man's head is still hanging outside the city gate as a warning.

Oh, right...

The Spirit Hall Empire was not fooled.

And... what about that one in the Evil Demon Forest?

An idea suddenly flashed in the mind of one of the officials.

His lips trembled, and he struggled for a long time.

Normally, he wouldn't be willing to risk offering advice; he's by nature honest and seeks stability. But the current situation is special...

The stench of blood still lingered in his nostrils. The emperor was no joke; he had already killed quite a few ministers in recent days.

With a knife to his neck, he had no choice but to reveal this plan first; saving his life was the priority.

"Your Majesty! Your subject... Your subject has something to say!"

The emperor's bloodshot eyes immediately locked onto him. "Speak!"

The official's voice trembled. "The Spirit Hall Empire is too powerful to be resisted; a direct confrontation would be like throwing an egg against a rock. Our only chance to win lies with that... that overlord deep within the Evil Demon Forest."

He quickened his pace. "Presumably, if that Ferocious Beast knew the Spirit Hall Empire's cruel methods towards Soul Beast, it would be willing to join forces with us in order to survive!"

Inside the main hall, you could hear a pin drop.

The emperor's fingers unconsciously tapped the armrests of his chair, each tap striking the tense nerves of his ministers.

"..."

The emperor of the Sun Moon Empire narrowed his eyes, his gaze filled with cold calculation.

United Ferocious Beast?

This is similar to the previous strategy of using one wolf to devour another, only reversed.

This idea wasn't something I hadn't considered.

He even fantasized about what the mere Spirit Hall Empire would be like if he could control the terrifying power within that forest...

However, the Ferocious Beast was violent and full of destructive desires, and it didn't seem like it could be communicated with at all.

The risks are immeasurable, and the chances of success are extremely slim.

but...

The emperor's gaze slowly swept across the deathly silent court below. The empire had truly reached its end.

After a long silence, the emperor said in a hoarse voice, "Good."

"Since you've said this, I'll entrust this matter entirely to you. Just tell me what personnel and supplies you need."

Xu Mian's face turned deathly pale instantly.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but nothing came out.

The emperor, seemingly oblivious to his fear, continued coldly, "However, you must remember this: if this plan succeeds, you will be a hero of the empire's reconstruction, and I will certainly not treat you unfairly."

His tone suddenly shifted, chillingly cold, "But if it fails... if that Ferocious Beast is not persuaded and is instead provoked by us, or if you waste your time and miss crucial military opportunities... you should know what the consequences will be."

"Ah!? Your Majesty... Your Majesty..." This was the reason why he hesitated, was afraid, and was unwilling to speak at first—those who offer advice often have to bear the most extreme consequences.