"BOOM!!!"
In broad daylight, the entire Bamboo Forest Mountains vanished beneath billowing smoke. Flames spread throughout the camp, especially the main command tent.
The lavish temporary tents that had stood there moments before had now been reduced to ashes.
"Save them!"
"Run!"
"Where's the enemy? Why can't we see any sign of them?"
The camp descended into utter chaos. Countless soul masters stared around in bewilderment. They had survived, but they could not even tell where the enemy was.
"Look up! There are soul tools in the sky!"
Someone shouted the warning.
Only then did everyone look skyward. Hundreds of machines hummed overhead, gleaming a dazzling silver-white beneath the sun. Their hearts pounded like drums as they stared at the sight in shock.
"So these are soul tools? They're beautiful," one soul master marveled.
"Beautiful, my ass! Hurry up and attack!" His captain promptly gave him a vicious kick.
"Don't panic! Follow my orders! Soldiers, form groups of a hundred under your centurions and fire arrows at the soul tools above!"
At last, several figures appeared in midair one after another. At their head was Grand Duke Huihuang, his strength as an Eight-Ring Soul Douluo on full display: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black...
The other four grand dukes followed, likewise revealing their strength.
Only then did the soldiers' fighting spirit slowly recover and begin to rise.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
Several kilometers away.
Beneath a secluded cliff.
Nearly a hundred mechas and close to a thousand people had assembled there, sitting on the ground in orderly ranks as though resting and regulating their breathing. Despite their stillness, they radiated the faint, icy edge of a keen sword-once drawn, it would surely taste blood.
"Linglong, how's the situation?"
Linglong held a crisp bamboo leaf between her lips and smiled.