In the blink of an eye, their Martial Soul Avatar were subjected to countless attacks.
Their defense, constructed with their Soul Skill, lasted less than a second before shattering into nothingness.
"Block them!"
"Aaaaaah!"
The bodies of the three Soul Sage instantly became a bloody mess, revealing their white bones. They burned their Soul Power, Life Goddess, and everything else, hoping only to stop the rampaging Black Tortoise.
The Black Tortoise didn't even flinch. With a slight turn of its body, its indestructible Black Tortoise rolled over the bodies of the three Soul Sage as easily as breathing.
The enormous Black Tortoise rolled back and forth on the city wall several times, and all the Soul Guidance Cannon that were still firing went out.
Hundreds of Soul Master didn't even have time to react before their bodies were enveloped in wind blades, and in less than a second, hundreds of skeletons lay on the ground.
A group of Soul Emperor rushed over like madmen, barely managing to block the rolling body of the Black Tortoise.
Qian Mochen stood in mid-air, coldly observing everything that was happening below him.
The hundreds-of-meters-high city wall of Black Prison Pass collapsed in half under the force of the Black Tortoise, and the hundreds-of-meters-long hole in front of Black Prison Pass became a breakthrough point for countless Soul Beast.
Wave after wave of defenders charged in with a death-defying spirit, and in less than a minute, the crowd was engulfed by the beast tide, without even a splash.
Upon seeing the appearance of Black Prison Pass, a Titled Douluo let out a few bitter laughs, a hint of despair rising in his eyes. He frantically poured his Soul Power into the Soul Tool in his hand, directly trading injury for injury in the face of the attack from the Black Serpent with a cultivation of 100,000 years, only wanting to rush to the Soul Beast as quickly as possible.
His arm was shattered by the Soul Beast, and three gashes pierced his upper body from his shoulder...
He disregarded everything and risked his life to reach the Black Serpent, gripping Black Serpent scales tightly with one hand, opening his mouth, and biting down hard on its Black Serpent.
The Soul Tool he held in his hand soon emitted an astonishing fluctuation.
The Titled Douluo's eyes were filled with madness and glee.
Hahaha, you beast, come die with me!
The Black Serpent sensed the terrifying fluctuations behind its head, and began to twist its body wildly. The earth began to tremble, the ground cracked, and several pieces of earth stood upright.
The crisis is not over.
Even on his deathbed, this Titled Douluo still clung tightly to the Black Serpent's scales, his hand embedded in them, showing no sign of letting up.
The Black Serpent hissed for help, its head, several meters in diameter, swung violently toward the location of the Evil Eye Tyrant, its gaze spanning a thousand meters to land on that giant eyeball.
The Evil Eye Tyrant's gaze swept across every part of the battlefield, and when he noticed the Black Serpent's plea for help, he didn't even flinch.
The Black Serpent could already feel the intense heat above its head, and its Soul Power was being used to forge layers of defense on its body as if it were free.
A lazy voice suddenly rang out above its head. The Black Serpent felt its head sink, and the terrifying wave that made its heart race and even feel a little desperate seemed to have been paused.
The massive energy instantly began to contract, returning to the core of the Soul Tool.
In the last moments of his consciousness, the Titled Douluo seemed to see a towering figure descending upon the Black Serpent's head. At the last moment, the Soul Tool in his hand was extinguished.
With his last vestiges of resentment, the Titled Douluo's last shred of consciousness dissipated, and his body fell to the ground, instantly becoming food for the Soul Beast.
The Black Serpent knew very well the identity of the person above it, so it obediently straightened its body and allowed the other party to use it as a cushion. In its cold snake eyes, it dared not show the slightest dissatisfaction.
Qian Mochen played with the Soul Tool in his hand, quickly found the knack, and then activated the Soul Tool. The enormous energy distorted the light within several meters around him.
At the moment his energy reached its limit, Qian Mochen casually tossed the Soul Tool onto the wall of Black Prison Pass.
With a deafening roar, a fifty-meter section of the city wall collapsed instantly, and countless Soul Beast rushed ecstatically to the new breach.
"Interesting, the Soul Tool of the Sun Moon Empire are quite powerful."
After surveying the city wall, now riddled with cracks, Qian Mochen's eyes showed a hint of satisfaction.
The Titled Douluo of the Sun Moon Empire are indeed lacking in raw strength; a Titled Douluo couldn't even defeat Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.
The equipment is quite good. Just this Soul Tool alone, the power generated by detonating its core, if used well, is enough to cause great damage to Titled Douluo.
" Mo Chen, do you want to bring the Soul Tool back to the Douluo Continent?" The three women could all see through Qian Mochen's thoughts.
"That's right."
Qian Mochen did not deny it.
His main purpose in traveling thousands of miles across the ocean to the Sun Moon Continent was to obtain the Soul Tool technique, which had been lost for thousands of years in the Douluo Continent.
With the right data, one can always find research talents among the millions of people in the Douluo Continent.
The Strength Clan, who surrendered earlier, possessed excellent forging skills. Those master craftsmen also recognized the situation early on and voluntarily joined the Spirit Hall.
Qian Mochen still has various memories about modern missiles in his mind, and with the technology of Soul Tool, he can directly determine the research direction.
The rest is up to time.
Once he develops Soul Missile capable of accurately striking targets across millions of miles, he will definitely bring thousands of them as a welcoming gift to the Divine Realm.
If you lack strength, make up for it with equipment.
He refused to believe that the ordinary gods in the Divine Realm could withstand the simultaneous explosion of thousands of Soul Missile.
"What are you thinking about? The Black Prison Pass has been breached; it's time to go in."
"I wonder how those brats are doing these days."
Qian Mochen casually answered and led Gu Yuena and the others on a tour of the military camp. When they came out, their storage rings were filled with information about Soul Tool, raw materials, and forging equipment.
With the reserves accumulated over thousands of years by Black Prison Pass, Qian Mochen could return to the Douluo Continent immediately and catch up with the progress of the Sun Moon Continent within a year.
He definitely won't go back now; his first goal is achieved, and his second goal has only just begun.
Qian Mochen snapped his fingers, Evil Eye Tyrant, which had been lingering outside the forest, opened its eyes. An invisible spiritual force instantly traversed ten thousand meters, encompassing the entire Black Prison Pass.
"Take away all of humanity's food and weapons."
"No indiscriminate killing is allowed!"
Just as a thousand-year-old Dread Wolf brought its mouth close to the head of a delicious-looking human child, the icy warning of the Evil Eye Tyrant rang in its ears.
The Dread Wolf's hunger for food was immediately suppressed by its survival instinct; it blinked, its cold pupils turning into a clear, foolish look.
It sniffed the air for the smell of food, and without delay, turned and ran towards the spot where the smell was strongest.
Teams of Soul Beast lined up in long queues, carrying countless supplies back to the Evil Demon Forest.
Two days later, in the capital of the Sun Moon Empire, the emperor's angry voice echoed throughout the palace, making the entire hall feel cold and chilling.
"What!"
" Black Prison Pass has been breached!"