Abyss Tide, Highest Danger Level

Endless Mountain Range.

This was a forbidden zone covered in ice and snow all year round.

Deep within the mountain range was stationed the strongest defensive force of the Douluo Continent—the Blood God Legion.

Six thousand years ago, the Abyss Plane had crashed into the Douluo Continent like a festering sore. Since then, this legion had guarded the area for generations, using their own flesh and blood to plug the passage that constantly seeped with the aura of death.

As for where the Abyss came from?

Don't ask; asking is a path to certain death!

At this moment, a ray of sunlight filtered through the window, landing on a six-year-old boy in the room.

"I never expected that there would actually come a day when I'd be 'exiled' to the Douluo world... and in the era of the Legend of the Dragon King, no less."

Luo Yang rubbed his temples, digesting the fragmented memories in his mind, and couldn't help but offer a wry smile.

God King Tang's divine power was truly terrifying.

He had merely been scrolling through videos related to Douluo and offered a few choice words about the man's family, never imagining that the petty God King would toss him directly into this godforsaken place.

What was even more troublesome was that his current location happened to be the very front line of the defense against the Abyssal invasion: the Blood God Legion's base.

If a high-intensity Abyss Tide were to erupt, he, a mere brat who hadn't even awakened his martial soul, could easily be swallowed up as a snack by an Abyssal creature.

However, the probability of that was probably about the same as winning a five-million-dollar lottery.

After all, he had lived here for six years and had never encountered a large-scale Abyssal riot. It was impossible that the moment he awakened his martial soul today, he would run into the Abyss causing trouble...

(Flag planted; it should be fine.)

Thinking of this, Luo Yang felt a bit more at ease and began to ponder his next plan.

The most urgent task was to awaken his martial soul as soon as possible.

On the Douluo Continent, one's martial soul determined their upper limit.

He hoped to awaken a top-tier martial soul...

Of course, it was best if it had nothing to do with a dragon-type martial soul.

This era was a "version trap" for dragon martial souls. With Tang Wulin, the "Dragon Bane," hanging over everyone's heads, having anything to do with dragons usually meant nothing good.

Just then, a cold, clear voice came from outside the door:

"Luo Yang, are you ready? Today is the day of your martial soul awakening."

Click.

The door opened automatically.

A tall woman walked in.

Her silver-white short hair was sharp and stylish, and her features were bright and imposing, carrying a classical charm.

She was tall, much taller than the average woman, with smooth and powerful muscle definition. The curve between her waist and hips was breathtaking, like the perfect physique of an ancient Greek sculpture.

Wait, no, do you not knock before entering?

What if you had walked in on me doing something indescribable??

Luo Yang complained wildly in his heart, but his face lit up with a well-behaved smile:

"Aunt Eight."

His parents had been members of the Blood God Legion and had died at the hands of Abyssal creatures many years ago. Since then, he had been raised collectively by several Blood Gods in the legion.

The woman before him was the eighth among the nine Blood Gods—Blood Eight. He had called her Aunt Eight since he was a child.

Blood Eight walked up to him. This cold beauty, who usually didn't show much emotion to others, now had a gentle smile on her stunning face.

"Your parents performed great feats for the legion back then." Blood Eight reached out to ruffle his hair, her tone softening considerably. "I hope you can inherit their will and carry on their martial soul. If their spirits are in heaven, they will surely be very gratified."

"I will, Aunt Eight." Luo Yang nodded.

"Let's go; your uncles and aunts are all waiting for you." As Blood Eight spoke, she reached out to take his hand quite naturally.

Just then—

The ground shook violently!

Blood Eight swayed, nearly losing her footing, but Luo Yang caught her with quick reflexes.

Immediately after, a piercing alarm sounded throughout the entire base!

This alarm was all too familiar to Blood Eight; her expression changed drastically, and she let go of his hand instantly.

This was the highest level of danger!

Luo Yang's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition surged within him.

"Stay in the room and don't come out!"

Blood Eight dropped these words, turned, and strode away, the door slamming shut with a "bang."

Luo Yang stood where he was, blinking.

...No way, right?

That line from earlier, "It couldn't be such a coincidence," didn't actually trigger a death flag, did it?

Heh, not funny...

At the exit of the Abyss passage.

Twisted, hideous figures were surging madly from the depths of the tunnel.

The Soul Guidance defensive array outside the passage had been fully activated, weaving a dense web of fire with soul-guided rays and shells that tore the vanguard of the Abyss creatures to shreds.

Those shattered remains dissolved into gray currents of air, only to be slowly sucked back into the Abyss.

Yet, more monsters continued to pour out incessantly.

Squad after squad of Blood God Legion soldiers held the front line, fearless of death.

"Hold the line! Even if you die, you must hold! You must not let them break through the passage!"

The vice-commander of the Iron Blood Regiment roared hoarsely.

This was the largest Abyss Tide in history, with an intensity comparable to the first arrival of the Abyss Plane over six thousand years ago.

If this defense failed, the entire human world would be plunged into misery and slaughter!

"ROAR--!!!"

Just then, a roar erupted from the deepest part of the Abyss—not merely a sound, but a shockwave that struck directly at the soul.

Dozens of soldiers vomited blood and collapsed on the spot.

The next second, a giant shadow over a hundred meters tall, possessing six sharp claws and covered in pitch-black horny layers, appeared with a thunderous impact!

With a mere flick of its body, countless dark red orbs of light exploded outward in all directions.

The defensive fortifications at the tunnel exit were blown apart in a series of deafening roars!

The heart of the Iron Blood Regiment's vice-commander sank completely.

The Abyss Plane consisted of one hundred and eight layers, and the ruler of each layer possessed at least the strength of a Super Douluo. This monster before them was undoubtedly one of the Abyss rulers!

"How could an Abyss ruler appear here!!"

The vice-commander's heart nearly stopped; a sense of foreboding washed over him like ice water.

As the exit was breached, the speed at which the Abyss creatures surged forth skyrocketed once again!

"BOOM--!"

A mech locked in fierce combat was suddenly seized by a dark green, spectral shadow.

The silhouette of the shadow resembled a human female, but her proportions were grotesquely exaggerated. Her waist was impossibly thin, her hips massive, and sharp bone spurs grew from the ends of her limbs, while ghostly green flames burned in her eyes.

Demon Charm!!

One of the top predators of the Abyss.

"Long live the Soul Masters--!"

A resolute roar echoed from within the mech, followed by a thunderous self-detonation!

The flames engulfed the surrounding Abyss creatures, along with the Demon Charm.

Every soldier in the Blood God Legion possessed such resolve, for they understood that falling into the hands of the Abyss creatures meant no good end—they would only be reduced to nourishment.

Rather than that, they would choose to perish together, never allowing themselves to become fuel for the Abyss.

Scenes like this were playing out every single second.

One mech after another turned into pillars of flame at the tunnel entrance, and combined with the frantic bombardment from the Soul Guidance positions, they barely managed to stem the tide.

But the vice-commander's eyes were bloodshot, his heart bleeding.

These Abyss creatures were impossible to truly destroy; once killed, they transformed into streams of Abyss energy and returned to the Abyss, whereas the soldiers of the Blood God Legion were truly and forever lost.

In just this short time, the Iron Blood Regiment had suffered nearly thirty percent casualties—these were the men he had raised with his own hands!

"Damn it... I'll fight you bastards to the death!"

Grief and indignation shattered his reason; the vice-commander let out a furious shout as his Three-Word Battle Armor instantly manifested over his body.

"Calm down."

A hand pressed firmly onto his shoulder.

The steadying force caused Chen Lie's violent Soul Power to falter. He turned his head and saw a familiar, imposing face.

The commander of the Blood God Legion, Zhang Huanyun.

The old man, who had held this defensive line for thirty years, looked calm, but deep within those eyes lay a frozen, murderous intent.

His appearance caused the emotions of the surrounding soldiers to stabilize rapidly.

"Commander... you must avenge our brothers!" The vice-commander's voice trembled, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins.

"Vengeance will be had, but your duty right now is to command, not to throw your life away." Zhang Huanyun's tone was cold and steady.

"...Yes!"

The vice-commander gritted his teeth, accepted the order, and turned back to resume his command.