Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect.
Above the sky, lead clouds were densely covered, and thunder danced like wild pythons, tearing the dark sky into dazzling scars.
The air was filled with the smell of burning ozone and the pungent smell of blood, and the deafening thunder was mixed with the sharp hiss of tearing metal.
Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect In front of the mountain gate, a thrilling title-banning battle is taking place.
Yu Jingtian, Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect, the sect master, has completely let go of his hands and feet at this moment and uses all his firepower.
Behind him, a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon phantom that was dozens of feet long circled and roared. Each scale seemed to be made of thunder and lightning, exuding a terrifying pressure that was as strong as the sun.
He himself was like a thunder god descending into the world, with violent lightning flashing in his eyes, and with every move he made, several bolts of thunder struck his opponent.
Opposite, Blood Scythe Douluo was holding a ferocious bloody giant scythe with the body shape of Gui Mei. Every time he waved it, there were bursts of shrill whimpering sounds, as if countless innocent souls were wailing under the scythe blade.
However, his "Blood Fiend Domain" that was enough to make high-level Soul Douluo despair, in front of this violent thunder, melted without a trace like snow meeting the scorching sun.
"Hahaha, Blood Scythe, you Fallen Soul Master are not good at absorbing blood and becoming stronger! Why, did you forget it today?"
Yu Jingtian laughed loudly and shook the sky, the sound was like a roaring bell, and he swung out another dragon claw, carrying the force of a thunderous thunder, and struck it hard.
Blood Scythe Douluo dodged sideways in embarrassment. Where he was originally standing, a huge deep hole was struck by lightning.
He gritted his teeth and felt so depressed that he almost vomited blood.
"Yu Jingtian, don't be too proud! If it weren't for this damn lightning attribute, Laozi would chop off your head right now!"
He was complaining in his heart. When assigning targets for this operation, he thought he was unlucky, but he got Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect.
Thunder and lightning, supreme yang and supreme strength, are the natural nemesis of fallen soul masters like them who cultivate the evil soul power and absorb the nourishment of other people's blood.
The blood energy that he was so proud of was evaporated the moment it touched the thunder, unable to absorb even the slightest bit, and his combat effectiveness was suppressed by 30%.
From the corner of his eye, he saw that the core disciples deep inside the sect had completed their evacuation under the desperate cover of the elders. Yu Jingtian no longer had any worries.
He looked up to the sky and screamed, Ninth Soul Ring suddenly lit up, and the terrifying Soul Power fluctuations made everything around him start to tremble.
"Since you won't leave, then stay!"
Blood Scythe Douluo felt the sexual aura of Destruction and knew that if he continued to fight, he would definitely die.
He glanced at the sea of fire spreading in the distance and estimated that the killing target was almost completed. He immediately made a feint and the bloody figure turned into a residual rainbow, without hesitation, escaped into the darkness in the distance and disappeared without a trace.
Star Luo Empire, outside the imperial city.
The once prosperous city has been reduced to ruins, with thick smoke billowing and firelight shining in the sky, making it look like hell has descended.
The two newly corrupted Titled Douluo did not fight to the death with the Star Luo Imperial Family. Instead, they were like two cunning vultures, constantly harassing and killing.
Star Luo Emperor Dai Zhentian smashed a huge pillar supporting the palace with one punch, causing rubble to fly.
His eyes were red, and as he looked at the devastated country in front of him, a sense of powerlessness surged into his heart.
"Asshole! That's too much!" He roared, his voice full of anger and frustration.
Fallen Soul Master did not confront him head-on, but only used the numerical advantage to hold him and the powerful royal family back, allowing his elite men to massacre civilians and soldiers.
This tactic of "the enemy advances and we retreat, the enemy is tired and we kill" makes the Star Luo Empire iron cavalry, which advocates frontal crushing, unable to use its power.
At the same time, deep inside the Heaven Dou Empire palace, the atmosphere was oppressive and suffocating.
Heaven Dou Emperor Xue Feng stood by the couch, looking at the frail old man.
This is the biggest secret of the Heaven Dou Imperial Family, and it is also the last trump card - an agility attack type Titled Douluo, Elder Bai.
Normally, he is a guardian hiding in the shadows, but today, he has become a lone wall blocking the storm.
In order to protect Xue Feng, and to buy time for the royal family to retreat, this agile attack type Titled Douluo faced the siege of two fallen Titled Douluo alone.
The agility attack type is not good at defense. After withstanding most of the attacks, he was completely exhausted.
"Elder Bai, hold on! Royal doctor! Call the royal doctor quickly!" Xue Feng's voice was trembling, but the emperor felt unprecedented fear at this moment.
Elder Bai's withered hands firmly grasped Xue Feng's sleeves with such force that they even scratched the fabric.
The hidden wounds left by his early battles were like a volcano that could erupt at any time, and now it completely erupted under the stimulation of serious injuries.
"Your Majesty... Old Minister... I can't do it anymore..."
Every time he said a word, more black blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.
"Heaven Dou... From now on... you can only rely on yourself..."
His eyes were staring at the ceiling, full of unwillingness, despair, and last attachment to this land.
Before he finished speaking, the hand fell down weakly, and a generation of powerful men with titles fell.
Xue Feng stood there for a long time, as if he had grown older in an instant.
Heaven Dou Empire The only Titled Douluo is gone.
Spirit City, Pope Palace.
The holiness and glory of the past are now shrouded in a layer of gloom.
Qian Xunji quickly walked up to the main hall, his face so gloomy that he could shed tears.
"Father, the latest information is that nearly 70% of the branches on the mainland have lost contact!"
His voice was filled with suppressed anger and shock.
Above the main hall, Qian Daoliu was sitting under Angel Statue. Even Limit Douluo, who was known as the "Invincible in the Sky", couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh at this moment.
"This time, they came well prepared. The suddenness and scope of the attack were unprecedented."
Qian Daoliu slowly opened his eyes, with rare solemnity in his eyes.
"Our manpower, especially the light attribute Soul Master, is already stretched thin and cannot take care of all the branches."
He stood up, walked outside the palace, looked at the dark sky in the distance, and made a painful and decisive decision.
"Send the order and immediately shrink the defense line. Give up those remote and difficult-to-defend sub-temples, concentrate all forces, and defend Spirit City and the major core cities!"
"Father, this..." Qian Xunji felt a pain in his heart, this meant that a large area of territory would be abandoned.
"This is an order!" Qian Daoliu interrupted him, his tone unquestionable.
"We must cut off our strength and protect our foundation before we can fight back in the future."
"Those sacrifices are for greater survival."
He paused, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. "At the same time, order all personnel outside to avoid entanglement with the enemy's main force. The first task is to conserve strength and wait for the opportunity."
Qian Xunji took a deep breath, suppressed the grief, anger and humiliation in his heart, and nodded heavily. "My child understands, father."
Outside the window, dark clouds were pressing overhead and thunder was faintly heard.
The continent's dark moment has fully arrived.