"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom—"
Explosions rang out without end, and smoke billowed across the battlefield.
When the smoke cleared, Luo Yun was still walking at an unhurried pace. He hadn't even missed a step.
The emperor stared blankly at the sight, as though all the strength had been drained from his body.
"This... this is impossible..."
Luo Yun returned to the front of his ranks and swung onto his horse.
He glanced at the army of five hundred thousand in the distance and said calmly,
"One stick of incense."
Then he closed his eyes and said nothing more.
It seemed that this continent had never heard of the existence of gods.
Behind him, tens of thousands of soldiers waited in silence.
A deathly stillness hung over the battlefield.
On the Sun Moon Empire's side, a general approached the emperor and spoke in a low voice.
"Your Majesty, perhaps we should... negotiate?"
The emperor jerked his head up and glared at him.
"Negotiate? You want me to negotiate with a barbarian?!"
The general lowered his head, not daring to speak.
The emperor turned to look at the purple figure resting with his eyes closed.
His hands were trembling, his legs were trembling, his entire body was trembling.
He wanted to order an attack.
But if even the Soul Cannons couldn't hurt that man, how could they possibly fight him?
He wanted to retreat.
But where could they retreat to? Bright Capital was right behind them, with a million soldiers behind them.
If they retreated, they would lose everything.
A stick of incense passed quickly.
Luo Yun opened his eyes.
He swung down from his horse and walked toward the front lines once more.
This time, Golden Crocodile Douluo, Azure Luan Douluo, and Mighty Lion Douluo followed behind him.
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