Tang San and Yu Yuanzhen used the billowing smoke and dust as cover, creeping silently like two spirit cats into a depression at the side of the army.
The place was piled high with discarded military equipment, enough to conceal them both.
Through the gaps between the equipment, they clearly saw Shen Lian floating before the formation. His black robe snapped in the currents of Soul Power, nine Spirit Rings circling his body as though he were an inviolable God of War.
Behind Shen Lian, ten thousand members of the Soul Engineer Legion methodically operated the Soul Guidance Cannons, their dim-blue muzzles endlessly spewing the flames of death.
"Now?"
Yu Yuanzhen lowered his voice. The Peacock Plume in his palm had already begun gathering force, its multicolored feathers glinting coldly in the shadows.
Tang San shook his head, his gaze locked tightly on Shen Lian as he said to Yu Yuanzhen beside him,
"Wait a little longer. The Soul Power fluctuations around him are too strong. Striking directly might not work."
Tang San rubbed the petals of Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus between his fingertips. He had already calculated everything—at the instant Shen Lian's Soul Power circulation revealed a flaw, he would throw this supreme hidden weapon of the Tang Sect and follow it with Yama's Invitation. Even if Shen Lian was a Title Douluo, he would surely die.
In Tang San's eyes, no matter how strong Shen Lian was, he was still only a mortal. How could he possibly withstand these two fatal hidden weapons?
Just then, Shen Lian's voice exploded like thunder as he gave the order,
"Soul Engineer Legion, heed my command! Increase the charging speed! One volley every three minutes! Before sunset, flatten that mountain!"
"Yes!"
All ten thousand soldiers answered in unison, their movements operating the