A man had his reputation, just as a tree had its shadow.
The fearsome name of Golden Crocodile Douluo, the Elder Hall's Second Worship, had swept across the land decades ago. It could easily silence a crying child.
"Damn it!"
Dai Mubai silently clenched his fists, digging all ten fingers into his flesh. His fingers turned white, and thin trickles of blood seeped from his palms.
"It looks like I won't be able to complete the task Yang Ming gave me. We agreed to attack the Spirit Hall Empire from both sides, but I never expected them to pull the firewood out from under the cauldron like this."
Dai Mubai's worries were not unfounded.
Golden Crocodile Douluo advanced with overwhelming force, closing the hundred-meter distance to the command camp.
Then a deep black radiance flashed over his body. His Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring granted him tremendous destructive power, and the enormous phantom behind him transformed into a gigantic crocodile claw. Bearing the terrifying force of over a thousand tons, it slammed straight into the camp gates!
Boom!
The gates, built by Support Spirit Masters from a mixture of earth and wood, stood over twenty meters tall and more than ten centimeters thick. Yet before that enormous crocodile claw, they were as fragile as shards of glass, shattering in an instant without offering the slightest resistance!
The exploding fragments scattered in every direction, each as swift and deadly as a bullet. Before the nearby Star Luo Empire soldiers could react, many were struck. Fragments sliced across their necks or plunged straight into their heads.
The thuds of bodies hitting the ground rang out one after another.
As the gates collapsed with a crash, everything within a ten-meter radius of them was swept clear.
"Heh!"
Golden Crocodile Douluo flexed his aching