His gaze was fixed on the purple flag symbolizing the commander at the rear of the battlefield, and every tremor of his spear tip carried a resolute determination to tear apart all obstacles.
The Allied soldiers charged forward fearlessly, only to be met with screams of agony as gunfire swept past.
Yu Tianheng didn't stop, blood splattering on his silver armor, reflecting the coldness in his eyes—he knew all too well that the longer this battle dragged on, the more casualties there would be. The fastest way to end it all was to kill the commander who was in charge of the rear, leaving the allied forces leaderless.
With another swing of his spear, several more men fell to the ground. He was now no more than a hundred paces away from the figure beneath the purple flag.
The wind, carrying the stench of blood, swept past his ears. Yu Tianheng's spear thrusts intensified, as if a furious dragon roared beside him, determined to strike at the heart of the enemy and shatter its core.
Before the command tent, surrounded by purple flags, the four commanders-in-chief were gazing into the distance, their fingers still calculating the next steps of the encirclement plan on the sand table. Suddenly, an unusual commotion arose from the western army formation, erupting like boiling water with continuous screams.
"What is that?" Arthur, the commander of the Silves Kingdom, stood up, his gaze piercing through the dust and smoke. He saw a figure in black armor charging forward over the corpses. Every tremor of the spear brought up a rain of blood. The shields of the allied soldiers shattered like paper. Wherever the spear's light passed, even the spears made of black iron were shredded into scrap metal.
The spear thrust was so fierce, it seemed to pierce a hole in the entire battlefield. It was none other than Yu Tianheng, the commander-in-chief of the Heaven Dou Army!
"A madman!" Zhang Lei, the commander-in-chief of the Floran Kingdom, exclaimed in disbelief and panic as his cloak billowed even though there was no wind. "He's the commander-in-chief! How could the commander-in-chief rush to a place like this?"
The initial shock was fleeting. The commander of the Heavenly Eagle Kingdom suddenly chuckled and tapped his knuckles on the railing, "No, it's an opportunity. Does Yu Tianheng really think our allied forces are helpless, relying on his Eight-Ring Soul Douluo cultivation? With his combat strength, even without Titled Douluo, no one can stop him. But he's forgotten that many ants can kill an elephant."
The commander-in-chief of the Holy Spirit Duchy immediately understood and shouted the order, "Sound the retreat, Soul Master! Get all those with Soul Ring to attack! Whoever can behead Yu Tianheng will be rewarded with ten thousand gold pieces and granted the title of Marquis of Ten Thousand Households!"
The moment the sound of the golden gong pierced through the sounds of battle, dozens of powerful Soul Power fluctuations suddenly rose from behind the allied forces.
Four Eight-Ring Soul Douluo took off first, their black Soul Ring glowing beneath their feet. Two of them wielded giant axes and hammers, their Soul Power condensing into a tangible wall of energy. The other two were Agility Attack System, their figures blurring into afterimages, their short blades gleaming with a poisoned light.
Behind them, ten Seven-Ring Soul Sage formed a triangular formation, unleashing their Tool Martial Soul and Beast Martial Soul simultaneously—a roaring tiger pounced, a giant tower hovered and pressed down, and various Soul Skill intertwined to form an impenetrable net.
Further out, twenty Six-Ring Soul Emperor formed a ring barrier, their yellow and purple Soul Ring swirling and enveloping Yu Tianheng within a hundred-foot radius, cutting off any possibility of his escape.
"This is the ultimate Soul Master power of the four kingdoms." Arthur, the commander-in-chief of the Silves Kingdom, narrowed his eyes, looking at the area where the Soul Power radiance was even more intense than the sun. "No matter how strong Yu Tianheng is, he can't withstand the encirclement and attack of thirty-four high-level Soul Master. Today is the day of death for the commander-in-chief of the Heaven Dou Army."
The wind, carrying the stench of blood, swept across the command post. The panic on the faces of the four commanders had long since faded, replaced by a cold, confident air—they were waiting to see how the silver dragon would fall in this meticulously woven web of killing.
Seeing more than thirty high-level enemy Soul Master forming a killing formation and rushing towards him, Yu Tianheng's lips curled into a cold smile.
He was surrounded by Thunder, and the violent Thunder power surged into his spear through his arm, instantly covering the spear with a layer of fine purple-gold electric light. The crackling current even tore through the surrounding air.
"Good timing!"
With a low shout, he suddenly spun around and swung his arm, the spear infused with the power of Thunder transformed into a streak of purple-gold light, rushing straight towards the enemy formation with a piercing whistle that tore at the eardrums.
The Six-Ring Soul Emperor in the front row, who was about to release his barrier, didn't even have time to react. He only felt a blur before his eyes, and then a piercing pain shot through his chest—the spear tip had pierced through his back, pinning him to the shield behind him. The horror in the Six-Ring Soul Emperor's eyes froze, and his breath instantly ceased.
With a single throw, Yu Tianheng's figure remained unmoved.
" Dragon Transformation!"
With a deafening dragon roar, fine blue dragon scales appeared all over his body, his arms transformed into dragon arms covered with sharp claws, a pair of membranous wings unfolded behind him, and killing intent surged in his golden vertical pupils. He was like a real electric dragon descending to earth.
At the same time, a chilling, bone-deep domain power spread out from his body—it was the Divine Slaughter's Domain that made countless enemies tremble with fear!
Wherever the area was covered, the allied Soul Master felt a tightness in their chests, their Soul Power circulation became sluggish, and their originally orderly formation instantly became slightly chaotic.
"Kill!"
Yu Tianheng flapped his membranous wings and charged into the enemy ranks like Gui Mei.
With his left hand extended into a dragon claw, he unleashed his First Soul Skill, Thunder Dragon Claw. Purple-gold electricity gathered at the tip of his claw. It seemed to be just a basic Soul Skill, but its power surged under the Dragon Transformation and the pressure of the Divine Slaughter's Domain.
A Seven-Ring Soul Sage Saint hastily released a rock shield, but it was easily torn apart by the dragon claw. The residual force of the claw swept across his chest, leaving five deep, bone-revealing bloodstains, crackling with charred electricity. The Soul Saint screamed and flew backward, clearly having lost his fighting ability.
"Form ranks! Stop him!" an Eight-Ring Soul Douluo roared, summoning his Martial Soul Giant Axe, the blade slashing down with the force to split mountains and shatter rocks.
Yu Tianheng neither dodged nor evaded, his Dragon Transformation body clashing head-on with the axe. With a loud clang, the giant axe was sent flying back, and the Soul Douluo's arm went numb. The dragon scales on Yu Tianheng's body only rippled slightly, without even a scratch.
"Is that all the strength you've got?" Yu Tianheng sneered, his right hand making a grasping motion. The spear that had been pinned to the distance broke free of the corpse on its own, transforming into a stream of light and returning to his hand.
The Fourth Soul Skill, Thunder Dragon Head, materialized, and the enormous dragon head, carrying the power of Thunder, crashed into the crowd. Several Six-Ring Soul Emperor were unable to dodge in time and were struck head-on by the dragon head. The sounds of bones shattering and screams of agony mingled as they instantly lost consciousness.
The surrounding Soul Master unleashed their Soul Skill frantically—some shot out ice spikes, some spewed flames, and some condensed wind blades; all sorts of attacks rained down on Yu Tianheng.
However, these attacks, which would be fatal to ordinary Soul Master, only made crisp "clanging" sounds when they hit his body covered with dragon scales, leaving at most a few shallow white marks, without even enough force to make him stagger.
"Impossible! How could he be this strong!" A Seven-Ring Soul Sage watched as his fully unleashed Soul Skill vanished without a trace, his face filled with despair.
Yu Tianheng gave them no chance to breathe. His Divine Slaughter's Domain continued to suppress them, and his speed and power in his Dragon Transformation form reached their peak. Combined with the Martial Dao skills he had honed on the battlefield over the years, he used his spear and dragon claws alternately, and every attack accurately struck the enemy's weak points.