Do Humans Crown Themselves the Spirit of All Things, but Has the World Ever Acknowledged It?

The more reinforcements arrived, the faster the bad news came.

That night.

Three life signatures at the Ultimate Douluo level went out one after another.

When the first report came in, the command center assumed there had been an error in detection.

After the second appeared, no one spoke.

Then the third was delivered.

The entire hall fell deathly silent.

The report was brief.

So brief that it seemed absurd.

[Target life signs have reached zero.]

[Death confirmed.]

[War zone out of control. Unable to recover remains.]

Three reports.

Three names.

All of them had gone gray.

There was no memorial.

No ceremony.

No final words released to the public.

No one even knew how much of their bodies remained.

Some young officers stared at the list for a long time without turning the page.

They were Ultimate Douluo.

To the vast majority of Soul Masters, that was no longer simply a "master."

They were beings standing at the pinnacle of an era.

An ordinary Soul Master might live an entire lifetime without ever being qualified to see one up close.

In many people's most basic understanding, Ultimate Douluo did not die.

At the very least, they should not have died like this.

But three days.

Only three days in total.

Five had died.

Cao Dezhi.

Zang Xin.

Those two had died at Di Tian's hands.

The entire continent had seen it.

They knew whom those two had faced.

They knew why they had died.

Yet the other three, who had rushed to the northern front tonight, had not even left behind a complete final battle.

The surviving surveillance footage was only nineteen seconds long.

In the analysis room, the footage played once.

Then again.

A tenth time.

A twentieth time.

More than thirty times.

The footage still