War was brutally cruel. Once hostilities began, no one could thump their chest and guarantee they would survive to the end. Even someone as powerful as a Titled Douluo was no exception on a vast battlefield. The only question was whether they died sooner or later.
A golden beam pierced a Spirit Master patrolling the skies in an instant, like a blast from a light cannon. This Spirit Master had already reached rank sixty-two and possessed the rare ability to fly. In the past, he had often toyed with his opponents using his intricate aerial maneuvers. But now he was dead, killed cleanly—and humiliatingly.
After killing this watchful eye above the camp, Golden Crocodile Douluo killed several more in succession.
By then, however, his slaughter had finally alerted the camp where Dai Mubai was stationed. A shrill whistle rang out, echoing endlessly above the camp and warning everyone within that assassins had arrived!
"Tch! So sneaking into the camp without a sound really was a fool's dream? Then I'll simply charge in and slaughter my way through in broad daylight!"
Hearing Golden Crocodile Douluo's words, the five Consecrated from the Elder Hall behind him exchanged glances, all nursing a terrible headache.
Of course, it was not their exposed whereabouts that troubled them. They were worried that, once Golden Crocodile Douluo lost himself in the slaughter, he might kill Dai Mubai, the Grand Marshal of the Star Luo Empire's armed forces. Their mission was not to kill him, but to capture him alive. They could not afford to botch it.
If those words got out, they would undoubtedly outrage everyone in the Star Luo Empire, from top to bottom.
But that was their confidence—and their arrogance!
As Spirit Hall's trump card, they possessed the strength to look down upon the Star