The shadows, like the most loyal servants, silently enveloped Toji, completely merging him into the deepest darkness before dawn.
The core command centers of the two major Soul Engineer Corps, Huanglong and Evil Lord, have been turned into a desolate and bloody wasteland, but this is only the beginning of his harvest.
His figure moved silently through the vast and heavily guarded military camp, like a vengeful ghost.
Level 9 Soul Engineer, as the backbone and strategic deterrent of the legion, are the next target.
Their camps were relatively concentrated and their defenses were more robust, but for a top-tier assassin who could disregard level nine Soul Shield and move without revealing the slightest trace of his presence, these defenses were utterly ineffective.
One, two, three...
Every Level 9 Soul Engineer was targeted, whether they were meditating to recover, researching Soul Tool, or giving instructions to their subordinates, met their end without ever realizing it.
With each flash of the emerald light from the Blade of Life's Watch, a Life of high rank and power was taken away—precise, efficient, and ruthless.
The muffled thud of the corpse falling to the ground was blocked by the tents, and the stench of blood was dispersed by the night wind before it could spread.
Having resolved the strategic issues at the top level, Toji's objectives continued to be lowered.
Level 8 Soul Engineer, Level 7 Soul Engineer... and even junior officers and squad leaders who command 100-man or 10-man squads.
His movements were like ripples of death, rapidly spreading from the core command area to every corner of the entire military camp.
Every strike is swift and decisive, slitting throats, piercing hearts, shattering central nervous systems... ensuring a fatal blow with absolutely no possibility of anyone surviving to warn of the danger.
In just one night, the entire army belonging to the Sun Moon Empire was left without any commanders.
On the horizon, the first faint ray of dawn struggled to pierce through the thick clouds, attempting to awaken the slumbering earth.
However, in the military camp of the Sun Moon Empire, what awakened the soldiers was not the bugle call, but an increasingly dense, oppressive, and suffocating silence.
The operation of a military camp is like a sophisticated machine, relying on the meshing of countless gears.
When everything from the most crucial gears to the most peripheral teeth was silently and systematically dismantled overnight, this massive war machine inevitably began to malfunction and eventually became completely paralyzed.
The first to notice something was wrong were the low-ranking soldiers waiting for their shift change, for orders, and for breakfast.
Their direct superiors, whether squad leaders or company commanders, had not yet appeared. The camp was quiet, without even the usual snoring or reprimands.
"Captain? It's time for the captain to be relieved of his post!"
A daring taxi driver approached the officers' tent and shouted, but no one answered.
"Strange, where's Boss Li?"
"Captain Wang's camp lights are still on, why is no one answering the door?"
Doubt spread rapidly, like ink dropped into clear water.
Someone tried to push the door open; it wasn't locked. The sight that met their eyes instantly froze their blood.
Inside the tent, their superiors, whom they usually revered and even feared, were now lying on the ground, slumped on the table, or slumped in chairs in various contorted postures.
Without exception, they all had a thin, almost invisible but deadly line of blood on their necks, or an inconspicuous little hole in their chests.
Blood soaked the carpet and stained the tabletop, and the air was thick with the pungent smell of rust.
The deceased's face was frozen in shock and bewilderment; there was no time to even show fear.
"Ah!!!"
"Dead... dead! They're all dead!"
"Captain! Battalion Commander! Oh my god!"
A piercing, terrified scream finally shattered the deathly silence of the military camp, like a spark thrown into boiling oil.
Panic spread explosively, like a plague.
The horrific state of one tent was discovered, followed by a second, a third... Panicked taxi drivers began frantically rushing towards the other officers' tents, kicking open the doors, only to be met with the same hellish scenes!
"Commander Liu is dead too! His throat was slit!"
"Lord Soul Engineer... Lord Soul Engineer's tent... is covered in blood!"
"Commander Xu's tent... where are the guards? They've all disappeared!!"
The message spread like Xue Beng:
"All captains and above... are dead!"
"All the Level 9 Soul Engineer... have been killed!"
"The commander of the Imperial Dragon Corps... the commander of the Evil Lord Corps... their command tent... is full of corpses! Heads chopped off! Hands severed!"
"A ghost! It's a ghost!"
"Death! Death has come! He's here to reap the harvest!"
We're all cursed! None of us can escape!
It's collapsed.
The two most elite Soul Engineer Corps of the entire Sun Moon Empire collapsed completely after confirming that their officer system, from the highest commander to the lowest squad leader, had been uprooted and slaughtered!
There was no command, no orders, no organization!
Extreme fear overwhelmed discipline and morale. The soldiers ran around the camp like headless flies, crying and screaming.
Some people attempted to activate their Soul Tool in self-defense, but a lack of coordination triggered small-scale explosions and Soul Power turbulence, causing more casualties.
Some threw down their weapons and took off their uniforms, wanting nothing more than to escape this Asura scene visited by death; others completely lost their minds, brandishing weapons and attacking any moving object around them, hysterically shouting "Death is coming!"
The military camp descended into unprecedented, utter, and Destruction chaos!
With the linked Soul Cannon array unmanned and the Defensive Soul Tool losing their power supply, the once formidable camp has turned into a purgatory of despair and madness.
Soldiers trampled over the corpses of their comrades, and the Soul Tool, left unattended, exploded due to energy overload, with flames and thick smoke rising amidst the chaos.
Meanwhile, at the command post of the Heaven Dou Empire.
Du Busi and a group of Titled Douluo powerhouses stood at the highest point of the fortress, gazing towards the distant Sun Moon Empire's military camp.
Daylight had broken, but the expected Destruction roar of a salvo of Soul Cannon did not come from the other side.
Instead, what they saw was... chaos!
Soaring flames, billowing smoke, and faint cries and screams like a tsunami!
"This... this is..." A Titled Douluo stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
Du Busi grinned wildly, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light.
"Got it! That kid succeeded! Hahaha! Well done!"
He suddenly waved his hand, his voice echoing across the surrounding area:
"Give the order! All troops! Attack! Strike while the iron is hot! Crush those headless flies! Kill!!!"
The long-suppressed gates of the pass were suddenly flung open!
The Heaven Dou Empire's Titled Douluo Soul Master Legion, which had long been assembled and had been resting and recuperating, launched a full-scale counterattack against the Sun Moon Empire's military camp, which had already fallen into hell, with deafening battle cries, like tigers released from their cages and a flood bursting its banks!