The Demon Plane's invasion of the Star Luo Empire boasted a formidable lineup. Five Abyssal Emperors struck at once, each as powerful as a Super Douluo above level ninety-five.
Even the strongest of the Star Luo Empire's Titled Douluo was only level ninety-seven. Surrounded by five Abyssal Emperors, he was forced back step by step.
Xu Jiawei cleaved an Abyssal Demon that had charged onto the wall, then looked into the distance. His eyes were bloodshot.
He had fought for two days and two nights without rest. His Soul Power was nearly spent, his armor was riddled with cracks, and a gash deep enough to expose bone ran down his left arm—the work of an Abyss Lord's claws.
"Your Majesty, the western wall has fallen!" A messenger stumbled toward him. Before the man could finish, a bone arrow shot out of the darkness and pierced his throat.
Xu Jiawei gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on the Star Luo Sword. He knew Star Luo City could not hold much longer.
Ming Capital, the Martial Soul Main Hall.
Qin Heng withdrew his divine sense and shook his head helplessly.
He knew the Douluo Three Kingdoms would not last long against the abyss, but he had never expected them to fall back so quickly. Five days. In just five days, the Dou Ling Empire and the Star Luo Empire had been pushed back to their capitals. This was no longer a matter of "suffering a little." They were on the brink of destruction.
"What a bunch of useless fools."
Qin Heng could not help cursing. He turned to the Snow Empress, who was playing chess with the Ice Empress, and said, "Xue'er, sorry for the trouble, but could you go to the Dou Ling Empire and drive the Abyss Creatures back?"