At the front of Jialing Pass, Tuoba Xi directly activated his Martial Soul Avatar.
Accompanied by a muffled dragon roar, nine soul rings—two yellow, two purple, and five black—revolved alternately beneath his feet. Gritting his teeth, he faced the pressure Tang San exuded from somewhere beyond perception and charged forward.
Seeing that an elder at the Title Douluo level had finally stepped forth from their side, the Spirit Hall Empire defenders atop Jialing Pass were instantly reinvigorated, a sliver of hope rising anew in their hearts.
Her Majesty the Empress had yet to appear. Could they truly still have a trump card capable of turning the tables?
In the sky, Tang San maintained the Sea God's supreme majesty when, from the corner of his eye, he suddenly spotted a Title Douluo whose Soul Power was unstable.
He was carrying two unidentified objects in his hands as he hurriedly flew toward Tang San.
Tang San frowned slightly, unable for a moment to understand what trick the Spirit Hall Empire intended to play when they were already at death's door.
But as a god, he naturally feared no schemes or plots from the other side.
Only when Tuoba Xi flew close did Tang San see clearly that the two people in his hands were actually men who had been tortured beyond human recognition.
One was a filthy old man, dragging along a child who likewise reeked from head to toe?
Before Tang San could ask, Tuoba Xi impatiently threw back his head and shouted, trying to claim the moral high ground as he threatened loudly, "Tang San! Look carefully! Your biological father and younger brother are both in my hands!
Order your army to withdraw at once, or I'll tear this father and son to pieces before the whole world!"
Hearing this