Mingdou Mountain Range, Evil Lord Soul Engineer Legion garrison.
The night had not yet faded, but the sky above the camp had already been dyed crimson by the firelight of Soul Tool cannons.
The Xingluo Empire's army had circled up from the western defensive line under cover of night. Thousands of soul masters and Soul Engineers were mixed among the ranks, advancing steadily by taking advantage of the terrain and darkness.
Heavy Soul Tool cannons fired volley after volley. The defensive shield around the camp shook violently, cracks rapidly spreading across its surface.
The Evil Lord Soul Engineer Legion's main force was forced to split up and respond.
Mad Bull Douluo Wang Yiheng stood atop the tallest defensive Soul Tool tower, the communicator in his hand ringing nonstop.
"Eastern defensive line requests reinforcements!"
"Western Battery Three has been breached by Xingluo soul masters!"
"The enemy has deployed several high-level soul masters, suspected to be Titled Douluo-level powerhouses!"
Wang Yiheng's expression grew increasingly grim. He knew full well that this was no ordinary border raid.
The Xingluo Empire was attacking the camp at all costs. This was clearly a planned counterattack, meant to divide their forces for some other purpose.
But what purpose could make them disregard even the princess's delegation all the way in Ming Capital?
No matter what they were plotting, he would not let them succeed.
In the distance, a thick green pillar of light howled down from the sky. A defensive Soul Tool tower was instantly blasted to pieces, and dozens of Soul Engineers were thrown flying by the shockwave.
"Titled Douluo!"
Wang Yiheng abruptly looked up at the night sky, nearly crushing the communicator in his hand.
Several figures burst out from the heart of the explosion. They bore no legion insignia, yet the overwhelming pressure