Abyssal Tide, Fierce Wolf Douluo!

Sun Moon Federation.

Snow City.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

The autumn wind was bleak, carrying endless cold as it swept across the wilderness and through the city.

Looking out, the once-prosperous Snow City was now a scene of desolation; walls were crumbled, buildings ruined, and lives lost. The land, stained with dark red blood, seemed to have lost all vitality, turning deathly gray.

Within a hundred-mile radius of Snow City, it was as if the Grim Reaper had paid a visit, leaving everything gray and withered.

"Calculate the casualties, use every ounce of strength to rescue the surviving Federation citizens, and mobilize reserve resources to repair Snow City in the shortest time possible! Move!"

A general wearing a military uniform with three silver stars on his shoulders gave the order with a heavy expression, his eyes filled with an indelible sorrow and pity.

Standing quietly beside him was a pitch-black mecha, covered in hideous cracks and faintly wreathed in ominous black currents.

As his voice fell, purple mechas behind him took to the air, swiftly charging into Snow City, where rescue efforts from the Federation were already underway.

Outside the city, soul-guided emergency centers had been set up on the spot, their sturdy, silver-white metal walls providing a glimmer of warmth against the biting wind.

"Where is this? What happened to me? Wasn't I in the middle of awakening my martial soul? Why does my head hurt so much?"

Under the bright lights of the soul-guided emergency center, Jiang Xiu slowly stirred from a pristine white hospital bed, his eyes filled with clear confusion as he scanned his surroundings.

"I remember now, it was an Abyssal Tide! But how could something like that appear in Snow City?!"

A moment later, as if recalling something, a flash of shock crossed his eyes, his expression one of utter disbelief.

He was not actually from this world, but from Blue Star. In his past life, he had been in a shopping mall and, feeling a sense of wonder, found an exquisitely crafted figurine of the Shadow Monarch. But the moment he touched it, his vision went black, and he lost consciousness.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a swaddling cloth, having arrived in this Douluo World.

Through six years of observation, Jiang Xiu had learned that the current strongest person on the continent was the Sky-Prop Douluo, Yun Ming.

He also understood the time period he was in: the era of the Legend of the Dragon King, the best and yet the worst of times.

The good part was that the Tang God King and the God Realm had been whisked away; the bad part was the Abyssal invasion, the revenge of the soul beasts, the Holy Spirit Cult's collusion to destroy the world, and the ten-thousand-year grand plan left behind by the Tang God King.

For an ordinary person, simply trying to survive was already incredibly difficult.

"Sigh, I don't even know what my martial soul is. Without absolute strength, I can't even live properly, let alone control my own destiny."

Suppressing the surging thoughts in his heart, Jiang Xiu sighed softly. In this era of constant natural and man-made disasters, one had to be strong enough not to be slaughtered like livestock—at the very least, one had to become a soul master.

Today was supposed to be his martial soul awakening day. But just as he stepped into the awakening array and his martial soul was about to be summoned, a massive roar erupted in the sky, followed by countless abyssal creatures descending in a dense swarm.

Jiang Xiu could never forget that scene: a black, suffocating mass, like a dark tide, falling layer upon layer into Snow City, frantically devouring every spark of life.

The soul master presiding over his awakening had panicked, and the ritual was interrupted. After vaguely hearing a resonant dragon roar and feeling a touch of ultimate darkness, Jiang Xiu had lost consciousness, only to wake up here in this ward.

"The Abyssal Tide only appears at the Abyssal Passage, so why would it appear above Snow City? And at this point in time, the Demon Empress shouldn't have become a god yet; with the plane's suppression, the Abyss shouldn't be able to break through."

"Besides, how did I survive such a terrifying Abyssal Tide?"

A frown creased Jiang Xiu's fair, delicate face, and his uniquely purple eyes shimmered with confusion. Ideas flashed through his mind, only to be dismissed one by one.

This Abyssal Tide was riddled with strangeness, as if pushed by some invisible hand behind the scenes.

"Don't think about it for now. Awakening my martial soul is what matters most. This must be the temporary emergency center set up by the Federation."

Murmuring to himself, Jiang Xiu braced his hands to lift his body, preparing to get out of bed and investigate his surroundings.

He knew very well that in this world where strength was king, as long as he was weak, any amount of thinking was just a delusion.

"Little one, lie back down in bed and don't move around. Big sister doesn't like disobedient children."

Just then, a gentle female voice rang out, and a female soul master in white robes walked over.

She gently tucked Jiang Xiu, who had just climbed out of bed, back under the covers. She was a healing-type soul master sent by the Federation.

"I..."

Jiang Xiu froze, wanting to say something, but the gentle-faced woman pressed a slender finger to her own lips.

"Shh, no talking."

"You just woke up, so you shouldn't move around. Come, let big sister check you over again to see if there are any other injuries. Why are you blushing? Don't be shy."

"..."

But at that moment, neither of them noticed that under the lights, there was not a single shadow cast by Jiang Xiu.

"Vroom, vroom, vroom!"

A roar of spatial tremors echoed from the distant horizon, and a flash of bright red streaked across the sky, reaching the gates of Snow City in an instant.

Seeing this, the three-star general from before hurried over to the red mecha and bowed respectfully.

With a screech, the cockpit of the red mecha opened, and a burly middle-aged man stepped out. He had a fierce appearance, dark skin, and slightly protruding, copper-bell-like eyes, giving him a somewhat demonic look.

On his shoulders, he wore five golden five-pointed stars, and he was draped in a cloak embroidered with the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers.

"Reporting to the Commander, our Western Legion soldiers have already entered the city to carry out rescue operations according to your orders after the battle concluded."

The general spoke in a respectful tone, his eyes filled with reverence as he looked at the middle-aged man.

For the person before him was none other than the commander of their Western Legion, a possessor of a god-level mecha, a powerhouse at the Limit Douluo level, known by the title Fierce Wolf Douluo: Dong Zi'an!

"Mm, Li Jie, you did well this time."

Dong Zi'an radiated an aura of iron and blood. He gave a slight nod, then turned his gaze toward the ruined Snow City, a hint of indescribable melancholy flickering within his fierce eyes.

The once-prosperous Snow City had been reduced to a living hell in the span of a single day, with countless Federation citizens becoming lost souls.

"Commander, this Abyssal Tide..."

Seeing his expression, Li Jie hesitated for a moment before asking tentatively.

"This Seat has already contacted the Blood God Legion. Blood One told This Seat that the Abyssal Passage is currently deathly quiet, with no signs of any unrest.

Therefore, for this Abyssal Tide to descend out of thin air upon Snow City from ten thousand miles away is by no means ordinary!"

Dong Zi'an narrowed his eyes slightly, as if deep in thought. His expression remained unreadable, but inwardly, he let out a soft sigh.

Has the Douluo Plane's suppression of the Abyss truly weakened to such an extent...