More than a dozen Soul Engineers activated their Soul Tools at once, layering several defensive light screens atop one another.
"Kill!"
The concentrated Soul Tool cannons fired in unison, yet Du Busi did not evade. He charged straight into the barrage.
Explosions rang out without end, but his figure continued to advance through the flames step by step. With every step he took, the ground trembled.
Soul rays blasted him one after another, yet none could harm him or slow his advance.
The captain of the guards clenched his teeth and pulled a silver metal sphere from his robes. It was the squad's only fixed-installation Level-9 Soul Tool shell. If they could not stop him, he was prepared to detonate it and perish together with the enemy.
The moment Xu Tianyao saw what he had taken out, his heart tightened. With swift reflexes, he grabbed his wrist. "What are you doing? Are you looking to die?"
He truly had not expected this man to be so unyielding, ready to die together at the drop of a hat. This was not even their most desperate moment yet—why was he already preparing for the worst?
Just as everyone struggled to hold on, ripples suddenly spread through the distant air.
A silver moon slowly rose from the void. Moonlight blanketed the battlefield, and heaven and earth seemed to have been folded by an invisible hand.
Du Busi's raised fist was forcibly diverted.
The black fist grazed past Xu Tianyao's side and smashed into the mountain wall behind him, punching straight through a mountain hundreds of meters tall.
Kong Deming stepped out upon the silver moon. His long robes stirred without wind, and he held an exquisitely crafted metal disc in his hand. Nine soul rings slowly revolved around him, his presence chilling.
"Tianyao,