The Mysterious First Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult

The remnants of the Twelve Apostles, every Evil Soul Master still stationed on the perimeter, and the Ancient Bone Dragon King that had self-destructed were all annihilated without a trace.

The space was left in a deathly vacuum by Taotie's devouring. Air was slow to rush back in, and the crushing pressure of destruction lingered.

Mu En descended slowly beside Chen Xuan, the phantom of the Light Dragon King fading back into his body.

He gazed at the dark mist that hung deep within the Evil Demon Forest. After a long silence, he sighed softly.

"They escaped."

"As expected of veteran Limit Douluo. They had plenty of ways to save their skins."

Chen Xuan's gaze was cold as he said flatly, "A pity for them. Next time, none of them will escape."

Mu En nodded in silence and turned to Kong Deming, who was hurrying toward them.

"Count the casualties."

Pale and exhausted, Kong Deming cupped his hands and reported in a grave voice:

"Across the Soul Engineer corps and the soul master army, more than two hundred suffered minor injuries, over fifty were seriously wounded, and twenty soul masters died in battle.

Fortunately, not one Titled Douluo was killed."

There was no ripple of emotion in Mu En's eyes, only grim solemnity.

"Reinforce every formation foundation across the line and double the guard rotations.

Starting tonight, seal off the perimeter of the Evil Demon Forest. Raise our forces to the highest level of combat readiness.

Hold the line, press forward step by step, and wait for the moment to launch the final assault."

"Yes, sir!"

The bleak night wind tossed his white hair.

Mu En looked up at the dark sky, two hundred years of entanglement and obsession echoing in his heart.

Xiaoyao.

*Two hundred years of protection. Two