The general acknowledged the order, turned, and strode away.
The emperor rose to his feet and looked outside the hall.
"I refuse to believe these barbarians can stand against tens of thousands of Soul Cannons!"
A hundred miles outside Bright Capital.
The Frost Extreme Empire's army was on the march.
Tens of thousands of soldiers surged along the official road like a golden torrent.
At the very front marched the Soul Masters of Spirit Hall. The Frost Extreme Empire's elite infantry flanked them, with the supply train bringing up the rear.
Luo Yun rode slowly on a tall Dragon Scale Horse.
Golden Crocodile Douluo and the others followed behind him on horseback.
"Your Holiness," Mighty Lion Douluo suddenly said, "there's hardly anyone left in the villages we've passed. Looks like they've all fled."
Luo Yun nodded. "News of our invasion of the Sun Moon Empire has spread across the continent. It's not just these commoners—the Sun Moon Imperial Family must have heard by now, too."
Azure Luan Douluo scoffed. "So what if they know? Can those heaps of scrap metal stop us?"
"We mustn't let our guard down," Golden Crocodile Douluo said calmly. "Their Soul Tools may not be able to hurt us, but they pose a great threat to ordinary soldiers. If they're equipped on a large scale..."
He left the rest unsaid, but his meaning was clear.
Luo Yun's lips curled slightly. "That's why we're taking all their craftsmen and blueprints back with us this time."
The others were taken aback.
Golden Crocodile Douluo scratched his head. "Take them back? We're going to learn how to make this stuff?"
"Yes," Luo Yun said calmly. "Soul Tools have enormous potential. If we can combine them with the cultivation system of our Soul Masters, the strength of Douluo Continent