Alarms blared atop the Spirit Tamer Great Wall.
The piercing buzz drowned out the windblown sand of the Gobi. Energy turrets slowly swiveled, their blue charging lights forming a deadly electrical net.
Zhao Wenguo stood before the command platform, both hands clamped around the railing.
His eyes widened as he stared at the dusky yellow horizon beyond the wall.
Two terrifying auras, like two falling stars, were hurtling toward the wall with unstoppable force!
"All personnel!" Zhao Wenguo roared, his voice carrying across the entire defensive line through an amplification array:
"Battle readiness level one! SSR reserves, move forward and hold the wall! No one leaves the city to engage without my orders!"
At his command, the Contract Spirit Masters on the wall swiftly formed ranks despite their fear.
Several SSR Contract Spirits stationed at the wall leaped forward, landing before the battlements with grim expressions.
They were not there to lead the attack, but to serve as the final line of defense.
If Xia Yuan lost, or anything unexpected happened, they would have to use their own flesh and blood to buy even one second for those behind them to evacuate.
Mo Shiyu stood beside Xia Yuan, clutching the hem of her clothes, her palms slick with cold sweat.
She could feel that those two auras were more savage than those of any world-class boss they had encountered before.
As she looked at that figure, the unease in Mo Shiyu's heart faded.
That guy might always do whatever he pleased, but his strength was beyond question.
Xia Yuan, however, seemed oblivious to the clamor around him, remaining utterly composed.
He stood at the very front of the ramparts, his blood-red armor rattling in the fierce wind.
His Rinnegan shifted slightly. His vision had already pierced the distance, locking onto