Yu Longyue's gaze was fixed on the Abyssal Sage King. He could also feel that the other party's power was constantly rising, and the rate of increase far exceeded the norm.
There's a feeling that I'm about to break through the cultivation limits of the Douluo Plane.
"The remaining Abyss King have all retreated, leaving him alone. That's really strange," Yu Longyue replied in a deep voice, a hint of gravity in it. "If that's the case, then why did they launch the invasion? What was their purpose?"
"At first, I thought they were planning to take advantage of my absence to crush the Blood God Legion and successfully invade the Douluo Plane from the Abyss, but now that they've retreated..."
"Something's fishy," Gu Yuena continued. "Be careful. We don't know what their purpose is yet, so try not to hold back."
"Let's go together," Yu Longyue strongly agreed.
Although the purpose of the Abyss is unknown.
Even if it's a feint, Yu Longyue isn't afraid that the other side will achieve its goal.
After all, he also has a clone...
At the same time.
In the Far North, a Ice Seal, snow-covered landscape blankets this desolate land, where howling winds whip up snowflakes that dance in the air.
In the frigid cold of the Far North, a forward outpost of the Allied Legion stands like a solitary fortress on this Ice Seal land.
The watchtowers stood tall, and the soul-guided energy walls emitted a faint glow, completely blocking the only road leading inland.
This is the front line against the Holy Spirit Cult, and every defensive measure is of utmost importance.
On a high watchtower, three soldiers, dressed in heavy military overcoats, gripped their Soul Guidance Ray Gun tightly. Their sharp eyes scanned the distant horizon and their surroundings with vigilance.
His breath created puffs of white mist in the air, but the weapon in his hand remained steady.
A large number of instruments detecting various types flew around, and not even a mosquito could escape their keen eyes.
The silence was broken by footsteps, and the soldiers became even more alert, gripping their weapons tightly.
The footsteps grew closer, and three figures appeared at the top of the watchtower's stairs.
In the dim light, their figures appeared somewhat blurry.
One of the three soldiers raised his hand, about to ask a question, when the three figures suddenly moved.
Their movements were lightning fast; almost instantly, they drew the soul-guided daggers they carried.
The knives flashed with a cold light in the dim light, and then, before the three soldiers could even react, their throats were silently slit.
The blood congealed rapidly in the frigid air, and the lives of the three soldiers were taken in an instant.
Their bodies slumped to the ground, their eyes still holding a lingering sense of wariness and surprise.
The assassins quickly checked their surroundings to make sure they hadn't attracted anyone's attention. Once they were sure it was safe, they swiftly changed into the slain soldier's clothes, picked up their Soul Guidance Ray Gun, and continued standing at their posts as if nothing had happened.
Similar scenes were not limited to this place; looking around, one could see that everyone in this entire military camp had been killed.
The major general, a Level 98 officer, who was stationed here, died a gruesome death. His entire head was severed, covered in blood, and placed in the hands of a man in a long robe, who was playing with it at will.
The man wore a magnificent gold robe, had a handsome appearance with deep-set features, fair skin, and long golden hair that fluttered gently in the wind, exuding an otherworldly aura, as if he did not belong to this world, but came from a higher realm of existence.
Most striking was the golden cape on his back, which fluttered in the cold wind like a pair of enormous golden wings.
Wherever they go, they become the center of attention.
The man in the golden robe looked at the human in front of him, a smile on his face:
"I didn't expect them to break through like that. It seems Sage Emperor's tactics are indeed working."
His voice was like a clear spring flowing in a mountain stream, melodious and pleasing to the ear. Every syllable seemed to be carefully crafted, exuding an indescribable charm.
"Welcome back, Transformation Emperor."
The Transformation Emperor, who had long since died at Yu Longyue's hands, reappeared, using a human face, and said calmly, "The previous Transformation Emperor is long dead. I am the new Transformation Emperor."
Yes, Transformation Emperor is indeed dead.
However, the appearance of Transformation Emperor now is due to Sage Emperor persuading the Abyssal Sage King to use the power of the Abyss Plane Power once again, consuming a large amount of energy, to revive Transformation Emperor's race and bring them back to the battlefield.
The role of the Transformation Emperor Clan is truly immense. With them around, it's as if humanity's intelligence in this area is entirely based on established brands; they can obtain all information about humanity at any time.
Therefore, the Plane Power is well worth using.
As long as I don't die again, that's fine.
Death is acceptable, but not at the hands of Yu Longyue.
"I suppose I'd reluctantly acknowledge Sage Emperor's command, humph." The golden-clad man before him was extremely arrogant, still somewhat resentful of Sage Emperor.
But they've at least achieved something; you can't deny it.
This person, whose status in the Abyss is second only to the Abyssal Sage King, lives in the second layer of the Abyss; he is none other than the Spirit Emperor.
The Abyss Emperor of the first three levels possessed overall combat power at the level of True God Level, and were known as the Three Abyssal Sages.
The Spirit Emperor was also the Abyssal Sage King's right-hand man. When the Abyssal Sage King was in seclusion, the entire Abyss Plane was managed by him.
He was the commander-in-chief of the Abyssal Army that invaded Douluo Continent this time, but Sage Emperor still played the role of commander.
"Alright, we've entered smoothly. The rest of the arrangements should be fine."
On the other side of Transformation Emperor, Blaze Emperor's figure gradually appeared, radiating purple light. He wore a blue-purple armor and held a weapon in his hand—a huge halberd. The halberd's head was extremely sharp, gleaming with a cold light, and the shaft was engraved with complex patterns. Under the purple light, these patterns seemed to contain some kind of Abyss power.
Beneath the helmet, no one could see his face; it was completely shrouded in darkness, except for his eyes, which emitted a purple glow that flowed and overflowed, like an inextinguishable flame from the Abyss.
He was none other than the Heavenly Sacred Abyssal Rift, the third-level Blaze Emperor, who wielded the Abyss's Super Divine Artifact.
Standing at the very back of the group, Tang San remained silent, his hands in his pockets, trying to minimize his presence.
This is the Federation's first outpost military camp, and it is already staffed by a Level 98 military leader who is also Four-Word Battle Armor user.
No matter how careful they were, they couldn't possibly stop the two Two Sages of the Abyss, whose combat power was already at the True God Level, not to mention the new Transformation Emperor of the Quasi-God level who was a traitor.
This high-ranking military official could be said to have suffered the most tragic death.
"Is the communications check complete?"
Spirit Emperor Ling withdrew all the Spiritual Power that had enveloped this area:
"That's about it. Humans haven't realized this place has fallen."
"Keep moving forward and catch up with them quickly."