No More Star Luo Empire in the World

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When Dai Hao stood atop the defensive line and looked out at the vast army of Evil Soul Masters in the distance, he was completely stunned.

He had fought countless battles in his life and seen innumerable enemy armies, yet this sight left him utterly shaken.

An army of a thousand troops and ten thousand horses—indeed.

What lay before him was truly an army of a thousand troops and ten thousand horses.

The Fallen Ones were too numerous to count, surging like a boundless black ocean that stretched beyond the horizon.

Even the weakest among them possessed the cultivation of a four-ringed Soul Ancestor.

Mixed among them were countless five-, six-, and seven-ringed powerhouses, as well as quite a few figures emanating the aura of eight-ringed Soul Douluo.

Though most of them were not pure Evil Soul Masters, decades—or even centuries—of madness and brutality honed in Slaughter City

had made them no less ferocious in battle than any Evil Soul Master.

Dai Hao's heart sank. At last, he understood.

No wonder the Evil Soul Masters had broken through thirteen cities in succession with such lightning speed.

So they possessed such a terrifying number of Evil Soul Masters.

At that moment, even this iron-blooded duke could not help but feel a chill run through his heart.

Deep within the army of Fallen Ones, Long Zhanye's Scapegoat gave only a single command, cold and absolute:

"Kill—!!"

The Fallen Ones charged madly toward Star Luo City.

They had always been wicked people at heart. Now, faced with a massacre on such a massive scale, the madness within them erupted completely.

With every person they killed and every city they captured, their morale rose like flames doused in blazing oil.

To them, blood and death were