Du Busi spoke rapidly, his voice filled with deep-seated hatred. "Those cowards from the Dou Ling Empire collapsed at the first touch. Their capital was almost leveled. Star Luo Empire is holding on with Dai Hao by his side, but it's not going to be easy. They've lost most of their territory. Only our Heaven Dou."
His chest heaved violently, his face grave.
"It was only thanks to the sacrifices of the Body Sect's men that we managed to hold on, and the fact that that treacherous Xu Tianran seems to be terrified of you to the core, and hasn't dared to push his main force towards us... that we barely managed to hold on."
Du Busi took a deep breath, his eyes blazing with fury:
"Now, the only remaining forces in the Douluo Continent that can still breathe are the Douluo, Star Luo Empire, and the remnants of our Heaven Dou —they've all been crammed together."
"These guys, always scheming against each other, now that they're in trouble, they've suddenly remembered you. They're begging me, practically begging me to come out of seclusion. They only have one goal: to assassinate Xu Tianran."
"Only by eliminating that mad emperor in his wheelchair can we completely shatter the Sun Moon Empire's war machine and give us, and the entire continent, a chance to breathe." Du Busi Undying stared intently at Toji, his tone unusually heavy and earnest. "Kid, only you can do it now, and only you can make that scoundrel Xu Tianran so afraid of losing his head even in his sleep."
The air seemed to freeze.
Di Tian's golden vertical pupils swept over Du Busi, then returned to Toji, remaining silent. Toji's calm, unwavering face was reflected in the lake.
Toji raised her head.
The Godhood form within his body seemed to tremble slightly, conveying a hint of longing, stimulated by the war information brought by the Du Busi?
A thirst for blood, for slaughter, for a more intense collision.
The bottleneck that has caused stagnation in strength needs sufficient training to break through.
Xu Tianran, a target of sufficient weight.
Proving one's path through killing, the bones and blood necessary for the forging of Godhood.
"Okay." Toji's voice rang out, flat and without any inflection, as if he had only agreed to a trivial matter.
He stood up, his movements fluid and natural, yet they carried an invisible, heavy pressure that caused even Du Busi to instinctively take a half-step back.
The dark red, deadly blade silently merged into his body.
Di Tian looked at Toji, nodded slowly, offered no words of farewell, and said only a solemn farewell:
"The path of blood and fire is also the path to heaven. May you shatter all thorns along the way."
He knew that the final storm of the mortal world would be unleashed by this inhuman being before him.
Du Busi was overjoyed. "Good, good lad, let's go."
He turned around and led the way without hesitation.
Toji took one last look at the Lake of Life, then at the still-sitting Di Tian, before taking a step forward and appearing beside Du Busi.
The two transformed into streaks of light and vanished instantly into the depths of the Star Dou Great Forest.
The headquarters of the allied forces of the remaining forces of the Douluo Continent was set up in a huge valley camp at the border between the former Heaven Dou Empire and the Douluo Empire.
The atmosphere was as heavy as lead, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.
The dejection of the defeated troops, their despair for the future, and their fear of the impending final battle intertwined and permeated the air.
At this moment, in front of the largest tent at the core of the camp, a large crowd gathered. The only remaining pillar of the Douluo Empire, the level 97 Super Douluo Tianyang Douluo, was an old man with white hair and beard, but with eyes as sharp as an eagle.
The Star Luo Empire, led by White Tiger Duke Dai Hao of the White Tiger, is a group of wounded but still fighting spirit-deprived Titled Douluo.
Several elders of the Heaven Dou Empire's Body Sect... almost all the top combatants who could still stand were gathered here.
Their eyes were fixed on the direction of the valley entrance, filled with trepidation, hope, and even a hint of desperate, frantic prayer.
"They're here," someone whispered.
Two figures appeared at the valley entrance.
The first thing that catches the eye is the Du Busi's signature dark green glow and imposing physique.
All eyes instantly shifted past him and fixed on the person beside him.
Toji.
A simple black T-shirt outlines the smooth, explosive power of his muscles, like steel forged through countless hammer blows.
He wore white sweatpants with a strange, deadly, and oppressive aura.
His steps were casual, as if he were just taking a stroll after a meal, but with each step he took, the entire valley camp seemed to sink slightly.
The moment he stepped into the camp area.
"Uh." Several Soul Douluo- level generals who were closer turned pale instantly, groaned, and staggered backward, as if they had been hit in the chest by an invisible giant hammer, making it extremely difficult to breathe.
Heavenly Sun Douluo's pupils suddenly contracted. His vast Soul Power of Level 97 instinctively surged forth in response, attempting to resist the invisible, terrifying pressure that crushed down like a solid mountain.
The space around him distorted slightly, and a blazing phantom of the Heavenly Sun Fire flashed past behind him.
But in just a moment, an undisguised look of horror appeared on his aged and dignified face.
He felt as if his Soul Power had crashed into a bottomless, solidified ocean. Not only could it not be shaken in the slightest, but it was also backfired by the pure, extreme pressure originating from the level of Life itself, causing his Qi and Blood and qi to churn.
White Tiger Duke Dai Hao of the White Tiger let out a muffled groan, veins bulging on his forehead. His White Tiger Martial Soul activated on its own, but was instantly suppressed by the invisible pressure, its light flickering uncertainly.
The Star Luo Empire Titled Douluo around him all changed their expressions drastically, their Soul Ring flickering uncontrollably. They struggled with all their might to barely stand, and their eyes were filled with disbelief and fear as they looked at Toji.
The entire Core Zone of the camp instantly fell into a deathly silence.
Only heavy, suppressed breathing could be heard.
This is... the person Du Busi mentioned who could assassinate Xu Tianran?
Is this the legendary number one assassin in the world, Toji?
Judging from this, he's practically not human.
So young, yet possessing such talent.
Seeing the horrified reaction of everyone, Du Busi revealed a complex expression on his rugged face, a mixture of pride and bitterness.
He stepped to the side, making Toji face the gaze that held both the remaining hope and fear of the continent.
Toji's gaze calmly swept over the faces before him, some filled with shock, some with awe, and some with ecstasy.
The desperate resistance of Heavenly Sun Douluo, the valiant efforts of the White Tiger Duke, and the disheveled state of the other Titled Douluo...
In his eyes, they were no different from the grass, trees, and dust on the roadside.
His gaze finally settled on Du Busi's face. His voice wasn't loud, but it pierced clearly through all the suppressed breaths, like ice shattering, announcing the arrival of death.
"So, is there anything you need to explain?"
"Everyone agrees, they all request you to take Xu Tianran's head." Du Busi replied immediately, his voice trembling slightly, not from fear, but from excitement.