The power of five Title Douluo was enough to withstand the offensive of any army from either of the Two Great Empires.
Though these soul beasts were far stronger than human armies, before them, they were utterly incapable of resisting.
These five had once been Qian Yufeng's five personal guards. Every campaign against Fallen Spirit Masters had seen them at his side.
Like Qian Yufeng, they deeply hated the disasters the Beast Tide brought upon humanity. They also hoped humans and soul beasts could coexist peacefully, rather than fighting until both sides were devastated.
The more hatred they held toward Fallen Spirit Masters and soul beasts, the more they hoped violence would never be necessary and that a peaceful, stable environment for survival could be established.
As Qian Yufeng had once said, great strength was merely the foundation that guaranteed one's own development. Only when one possessed sufficient power did one have the right to speak accordingly.
Had Qian Yufeng not spent years cultivating powerful experts and forcefully suppressing Fallen Spirit Master uprisings across the land, granting the continent a long period of stable development, how could things have reached their present state?
The human world and the Star Dou Great Forest were in a state of balance, with both sides able to develop steadily and harmoniously. None of this had come easily.
"Eighth Soul Skill—Water Dragon Chant!"
"Seventh Soul Skill—Green Snake Avatar!"
"Seventh Soul Skill—Black Tiger Avatar!"
"Seventh Soul Skill—White Crane Avatar!"
"Seventh Soul Skill—Grey Leopard Avatar!"
The five Title Douluo launched their attack directly, swiftly wiping out the low-level soul beasts blocking their path.
Seeing this, the three powerful soul beasts turned and fled madly in the direction they had come from.
Qian Yufeng did not make a move. Instead, he looked toward the ground.
He discovered that