Blood Cavern Mountains.
The thunderous roar of cannon fire gradually faded. When the final barrage ceased, the Blood Cavern Mountains had been utterly transformed.
The once-steep peaks had been leveled. Charred rubble and soil, mixed with the severed limbs of evil soul masters, carpeted the entire valley. The thick smoke had yet to disperse, and the air reeked of scorching ash and blood. The evil soul masters fortunate enough to survive huddled behind piles of rubble, letting out faint groans.
Scorpion Tiger Douluo withdrew his defenses and had not suffered any serious injuries. Behind him followed more than a dozen Spirit Saints and Spirit Douluos with weakened auras, as well as nearly a hundred Soul Emperors forcing themselves to remain standing.
These were the only fighting forces left among the thousands of evil soul masters. The fact that fewer than one in ten had survived made Scorpion Tiger Douluo's eyes blaze with fury. Only the altar remained intact. The Asura Magic Sword hovered in midair, blood-red patterns flowing across its blade as it upheld a faint crimson barrier, shielding the altar completely without leaving even the slightest trace of cannon fire.
Seeing this from afar, Murong Huai immediately drew the Immortal Lord Nine-Arrival Sword and issued an order, his voice exploding like thunder.
"Everyone, kill them! Leave none alive!!"
Four thousand armored cavalrymen of the Judgment Heavenly Army moved at the command. Their silver armor reflected a chilling gleam beneath the sunlight, and their hooves hammered the earth like war drums as they swept toward the surviving evil soul masters.
"This is... the Judgment Heavenly Army?" Scorpion Tiger Douluo saw the Judgment Heavenly Army's banner and immediately understood who was responsible for all this.
The distance of three or four kilometers vanished in an instant. Wherever the cavalry passed, Soul