Xuanming Douluo abruptly turned around and discovered that the palace gates behind them had completely shut. The damaged defensive Soul Tools had restarted, and layer upon layer of Soul Power barriers cut them off from the outside world.
Farther away, six military warehouses erupted with heavy booms at the same time. Yet there was no earth-shattering explosion as they had expected, only muffled thunder-like rumbles.
Clearly, the people they had sent had not detonated the shells inside those military warehouses. They had encountered an attack instead.
"Those bastards from the Holy Spirit Cult must have sold us out!" a Titled Douluo from a hidden sect roared.
"Shut up!" Xuan Zi barked sharply, stopping him. He had already seen the situation clearly. Whether or not the Holy Spirit Cult had betrayed them, the Sun Moon Empire had prepared for this in advance.
Those seemingly weak defensive lines and those guards who had kept retreating had all been meant to lure them before the Imperial Zenith Hall.
And now, they had gathered here. The Three Great Empires, Shrek, the Body Sect, and the Holy Spirit Cult's strongest forces had all been trapped within the same area.
Under the seal of that special painting, not one of them could escape easily.
Kong Deming stood slightly behind Xu Tianyao and raised his right hand. Immediately afterward, the Soul Engineers atop the palace walls activated the Soul Tool formations and heavy Soul Tool artillery platforms that had long been arranged.
Dense Soul Power fluctuations rose from every direction. Hundreds of heavy Soul Tool artillery platforms slowly turned, every barrel aimed at the enemies before the Imperial Zenith Hall.
Several special Level-Nine Soul Tools had already completed their target locks.
Du Busi let out a furious roar. The Body Martial Soul behind him abruptly solidified, and