"Douluo: Meme-Making Lottery System ()"
Black clouds pressed down upon the city, threatening to crush it; wind filled the tower as a mountain storm approached.
The million-strong army of the Heaven Dou Empire and the Sky-Blasting Gang surrounded Star Luo City, enclosing it in layer upon layer.
Viewed from above, they resembled a precisely arranged chessboard. Every unit stood the same distance apart, and the soldiers stood ramrod straight, valiant and imposing, their eyes blazing like torches. Even after more than two hours beneath the scorching sun overhead, their bodies had not swayed in the slightest, nor had they voiced a single complaint. Clearly, they were well-trained elite troops of a caliber rarely seen.
The soldiers stood silent as bronze statues cast around iron cores. Though they showed no intention of attacking, they still placed immense psychological pressure on the defenders and commanders inside Star Luo City, as though a heavy boulder weighed upon their hearts, pressing down until they could scarcely breathe.
Among these soldiers, the Sky-Blasting Gang stood out the most.
Every member wore black robes and a Demon Mask, resembling emissaries of the netherworld who had emerged from hell. Each radiated a powerful aura that drew every eye, and even the weakest was a Soul Elder above level thirty.
The man at their head rode an enormous creature, sitting cross-legged atop the head of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast with a bull's head and a human body. His eyes were half closed, as though he were cultivating—or perhaps sweeping his divine sense across all of Star Luo City. No one dared underestimate him.
After a short while, Yang Ming's divine sense finally detected Zhu Zhuqing's familiar aura, steadily approaching the city wall. Only then did his eyes snap open. A trace of bone-piercing cold flashed through those Rinnegan