Meanwhile, on the battlefield.
Outside Jialing Pass, banners rose like a forest, and the smoke of war blotted out the sun.
Inside the central command tent of the Heaven Dou Empire and Star Luo Empire's allied army, the atmosphere was so oppressive that water could almost be wrung from it.
In the battle just now, Sea God Tang San and Angel God Qian Renxue had clashed once more high above the heavens. Divine light filled the sky and shredded the clouds, leaving the entire battlefield shrouded in the lingering dread of divine might.
And the outcome was as devastating as before-Sea God Tang San had been defeated again.
Had Divine Slaughter's Domain not "automatically" protected its master at the boundary between life and death, forcibly blocking a streak of sword light that would have pierced his chest, Tang San would almost have fallen on the spot.
Now, pale-faced, he sat leaning back in the seat of honor, his eyes closed as he regulated his breathing. Blue-gold divine power flickered around him, his aura weak and disordered.
The tent flap lifted. Led by Clear Sky Sect Master Tang Xiao, Tang Hao and several elders filed inside, their robes stained with blood and their expressions gloomy.
During the retreat just now, Qian Renxue had casually unleashed several streaks of sword light, cutting down nearly half the allied vanguard. The elders had all returned wounded as well.
Each face looked grimmer than the last.
The Seventh Elder had the fiercest temper. The moment he entered, he slammed a fist onto the table, making the teacups hum, and roared, "That damned Qian Renxue!"
"A lofty deity, yet she actually entered the fray herself to attack Titled Douluo like us. Utterly shameless!"
"Seventh, enough. Little San is still regulating his breathing." Frowning, the Fourth Elder