It was not that the Tang Sect could not match Spirit Hall's Soul Tool Hall in production. Rather, the Heaven Dou Empire could not field a force of Soul Masters on the lavish scale of the Spirit Hall Empire's.
Even the cleverest cook could make no meal without rice. No matter how much the Tang Sect increased production, it could not make a decisive difference.
That left the outcome of the battlefield seemingly dependent on the strength of each side's top fighters.
Dust billowed across the battlefield. Hooves thundered, and the clash of steel rang without end.
Fang Yuan hovered before the Heaven Dou Empire's army, arms folded across his chest, his gaze fixed solemnly ahead.
"Fang Yuan, you finally came. We've been waiting a long time." Several figures stepped out from the Spirit Hall ranks.
Fang Yuan narrowed his eyes. They were Spirit Hall's Titled Douluo, led by Bibi Dong and including Demon Bear, Ghost Leopard, Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo, and the others.
Another figure among them was especially familiar: Liu Guanyi.
The two sides exchanged no pleasantries. They went straight into battle.
In the Soul Master World, clashes between top fighters could decide almost everything on a battlefield. If one side lost, its lower-ranked fighters would struggle to withstand the attacks of the enemy's high-ranking Soul Masters, even if they outnumbered their counterparts.
Thus, the armies of both the Heaven Dou Empire and the Spirit Hall Empire halted in tacit agreement, waiting for their Titled Douluo to settle the fight.
Fang Yuan, Bibi Dong, and the others wasted no time. They flew high into the sky and struck.
They were old opponents, familiar with one another's abilities. Dragon shadows flashed around Fang Yuan's arms, and his power in close combat was unmatched. The Spirit Hall Empire's fighters could only