"No need..."
Tang San gritted his teeth as he watched the roiling Cloud Sea in the distance.
"They've already broken through!"
As his words fell,
Clear Sky Sect disciples in gray cloth robes began retreating from the Cloud Sea, collapsing at the first clash like the remnants of a routed army and scattering in every direction.
Then soldiers of the Soul Engineer Corps, clad in distinctly mechanical equipment, surged out of the Cloud Sea on all four sides of the Clear Sky Sect. One glance revealed the terrifying gulf between the two sides. Even many of the sect's elders, Soul Douluos and Titled Douluos alike, were being driven back step by step, unable to mount any meaningful offensive.
Never mind that their opponents had come prepared; across the entire continent, only one power could assemble a Soul Engineer Legion like this...
"Those bastards!"
Watching Clear Sky Sect disciples fall one after another, their blood splashing across the sect's rocky cliffs, Tang San finally roared, his eyes bloodshot.
"Da Ming, Er Ming, kill them!"
"Yes!"
Da Ming gritted his teeth but still answered.
As a Limit Douluo, he could naturally sense how elite and formidable the opposing army was. The Clear Sky Sect had deep foundations stretching back tens of thousands of years; how could its disciples possibly be mere clay chickens and pottery dogs? Yet the enemy's "coordinated offensive" was like a meat grinder, without a single opening.
As expected of the Sun Moon Empire!
Unlike traditional Soul Master regiments, they could combine their strength into an incomparably sharp sword, driving straight into the sect's heartland.
Even he, a Limit Douluo, might not be able to break through this Soul Engineer Corps composed of thousands of elite soldiers.
And worse... although Kong Deming had not appeared, the strength this army