Three Red Spirit Rings Emerge, and Ten Thousand Troops Bow in Submission!

Su Chen and the others took the captured Soul-Guided Artillery Shells and found a secluded valley to rest.

The moment Su Chen tentatively sent the [Ninth-Level Fixed Soul-Guided Artillery Shell] into the Summoning Space, everyone held their breath.

Yan Wuji had already lifted the ice seal.

The shell hovered above Su Chen's palm, the demonic runes on its metal casing pulsing faintly like a heart of destruction about to awaken.

Su Chen closed his eyes.

His consciousness sank into the Summoning Space.

The shell vanished.

There was no tremor, no feedback.

The Summoning Space was like a lake that had swallowed a stone, calm and undisturbed.

Su Chen sensed it for three seconds and confirmed that the shell was in a completely inert state within the space.

The connection between the runic fuse and the outside world's Soul Power had been completely cut off by the spatial barrier. There were no energy fluctuations whatsoever.

"Safe."

He opened his eyes.

Jiang Tieyi let out a long breath and dropped onto the ground. "I thought you were going to blow up our Summoning Space."

Su Chen ignored him.

"Move out."

"The Seventh Legion's garrison is still a day and a half away."

A day and a half later.

The Seventh Legion's eastern front garrison.

The main camp stretched along the mountain slopes. The tents of thirty thousand men resembled gray scales, spreading from the foot of the mountain all the way to the riverbank.

Countless military banners whipped in the wind, producing dull flapping sounds.

On the watchtowers beside the camp gate, the sentries stood in neat armor, their gazes sharp.

When Su Chen's group of seven arrived at the camp entrance, the eyes of the two sentries shifted from vigilance to confusion.

At last, they settled into undisguised contempt.

"Stop."