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Kong Deming was ready.
Not a soul remained within five hundred li of Ming Capital. Beyond that distance, every Spirit Master and Soul Engineer watched the city.
Only three lonely figures stood at the center: Huo Yuhao, Ju Zi, and Xu Yunhan.
At Kong Deming's command, eleven Level 9 Fixed Soul Guidance Cannon shells fired from the sky at once.
The eleven shells dragged long, dark trails across the heavens, draping the entire sky in a veil of flame.
Long Zhanye pointed casually, and a wave of Divine Power covered everyone outside the blast zone.
The watching Spirit Masters and Soul Engineers five hundred li away felt their vision blur as purple-gold light spread across their sight.
Huo Yuhao had already begun his final struggle.
He released all three of his Martial Souls at once. This time, he unleashed his third Martial Soul, the Holy Necromancer, without restraint.
The Martial Soul, a phantom resembling Electrolux, slowly unfurled behind him. It held a gray staff and radiated the oppressive might of death.
Huo Yuhao knew that if he did not release it now, he might never have another chance.
Then he released his three remaining Spirit Souls as well.
Sky Dream Ice Silkworm, Liya, and Ice Empress.
Facing the eleven Level 9 Fixed Soul Guidance Cannon shells bearing down on them, Huo Yuhao pulled Ju Zi and Xu Yunhan behind him.
His voice rang with resolve. "Leave it to me!!"
Golden light flashed over him. He, too, held an enormous staff, and obscure incantations spilled from his lips.
No one knew what Huo Yuhao intended to do next. The watching Spirit Masters and Soul Engineers exchanged bewildered looks.
But Long Zhanye understood the incantation.
Huo Yuhao summoned seven Undead Gates.
His Undead Semi-Plane opened