Yu Tianheng's Second Soul Skill, Thunderous Fury, tore through the defenses of a Soul Emperor; his Third Soul Skill, Thunderous Might, transformed into a streak of silver light, piercing through the enemy formation and sweeping away two Soul Saint with the spear's tail; his Fifth Soul Skill, Azure Lightning Heaven-Devouring Prison, was activated, unleashing a wide-ranging burst of electricity that instantly paralyzed the surrounding Soul Master...
In just a few breaths, the allied Soul Master were thrown into disarray, with nearly ten people seriously injured, killed, or rendered unable to fight. Yu Tianheng, however, remained at the peak of his power, and the killing intent in his dragon eyes grew ever more intense.
In his eyes, the strongest Soul Master force that this allied army was so proud of was nothing more than a lamb to the slaughter.
The battlefield, shrouded in smoke, was already soaked in blood, and the formation of the four-nation allied Soul Master legion had completely collapsed.
Looking around, only four Eight-Ring Soul Douluo remained, barely able to stand. They were dressed in rags, blood constantly spilling from the corners of their mouths, and their hands holding their Soul Tool were trembling slightly.
The corpses of his companions lay scattered all around, and many more groaned in pain on the ground, with broken bones visible everywhere—these Soul Master, whether dead or wounded, all bore scorch marks from being burned by Thunder, clearly having fallen into Yu Tianheng's hands.
"This... this is something we can't handle at all!" A Soul Douluo stared at the figure enveloped in purple-gold Thunder not far away, his voice filled with barely suppressed fear.
Although Yu Tianheng's breathing was also somewhat disordered, his eyes, burning with lightning and fire, were coldly locked on them, as if looking at four lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
"Stop holding on! Run!" Another Soul Douluo gritted his teeth, mustered his last bit of Soul Power, and turned to rush towards the dense forest to the side.
The other three, as if waking from a dream, disregarded all pride and each chose a direction, fleeing with all their might. They knew very well that if they were even a second later, they would likely follow in their companion's footsteps and become another soul lost under Yu Tianheng's Thunder.
Yu Tianheng's eyes narrowed. How could he let them escape? Without moving, the Soul Ring surrounding his body suddenly surged violently, and the red Soul Ring at the top burst out with a dazzling light—that was the unique pressure of Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, originating from the once-powerful Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, the Sky Azure Bull Python!
" Eighth Soul Skill, Thunder Sky Azure Bind!"
As the low shout subsided, a deep, muffled roar seemed to echo throughout the heavens and earth. Countless Thunder instantly erupted from the ground, intertwining and coiling Entanglement thick vines. The vines also bore the unique blue patterns of the Sky Azure Bull Python, exuding an aura that was both violent and heavy.
These Thunder vines moved with lightning speed, instantly weaving a huge cage behind the four Soul Douluo, with the top and sides tightly sealed off, completely blocking their escape route.
"What?!" The four Soul Douluo turned around in shock, only to see the surface of the Thunder vine crackling with electricity, and a powerful binding force emanating from it, making their Soul Power circulation sluggish.
The power of this Hundred Thousand Year Soul Skill far exceeded expectations. As soon as it was unleashed, it trapped them firmly within, making escape impossible.
The moment the four were trapped, Yu Tianheng's eyes revealed no more hidden killing intent.
The red Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring shone even brighter, actually stirring up a second wave of energy around him—this was the Second Soul Skill contained within the Eighth Soul Ring, originating from the Sky Azure Bull Python.
" Bull Python Thunder Break!"
With a roar, the purple-gold Thunder and the cyan python power suddenly merged, transforming into a ferocious bull-headed python phantom. With the violent power to shatter mountains and split rocks, it slammed into the four bound Soul Douluo.
The energy of Thunder and python power intertwined and exploded instantly. Before they could scream, the phantom had already pierced through their bodies. The terrifying impact exploded in the cage, blood mist filled the air, and the bodies of the Eight-Ring Soul Douluo were directly crushed into dust, not even leaving Soul Bone.
Having overcome the final obstacle, Yu Tianheng transformed into a streak of purple lightning, charging straight towards the headquarters of the four-nation allied forces as if entering an empty field.
The Soul Master in the command post had no time to react before they were torn to shreds by the Thunder surrounding him. He kicked open the door of the command tent, and with a sweep of his Thunder spear, he beheaded several pale-faced allied commanders inside.
Carrying several dripping heads, Yu Tianheng soared into the sky, flying straight to the center of the battlefield. He tossed the heads into the air, his voice, imbued with Soul Power, echoing throughout the entire battlefield. "Your marshal is dead!"
The bloodied head tumbled through the air, and the Allied soldiers were horrified at the sight.
"This battle is pointless!" Yu Tianheng's voice boomed like thunder. "Lay down your weapons and surrender immediately to avoid death!"
Thunder crackled around him, and the unique aura of a powerful figure, combined with the ruthlessness of his earlier slaying of the commander, plunged the already demoralized allied forces into complete chaos, with cries of surrender beginning to spread throughout the ranks.
Yu Tianheng casually tossed aside the heads of the four marshals.
As the four bloodied heads traced parabolic arcs through the air and crashed heavily into the mud in the center of the battlefield, the taxi drivers of the four-nation allied forces were completely drained of their last bit of strength.
The taxi drivers from different countries all wore the same expression on their faces at that moment—a blank, hopeless despair.
The spearman in the front row trembled, and the iron spearhead slammed down at his feet with a clang. The sound was like a signal, instantly spreading throughout the army.
Some threw away their Soul Cannon, some collapsed to the ground and ripped off their helmets, and some veterans even hugged their broken swords and wept bitterly—their commander, whom they had fought for, along with their so-called "glory," had now become a blurry mass of flesh and blood on the ground.
"Surrender... surrender..." Someone shouted these words first, their voice hoarse like a broken gong, yet it swept away everyone's psychological defenses like a torrent. The densely packed taxi drivers put down their weapons, some kneeling, some sitting, all their will to fight gone.
Yu Tianheng hovered in mid-air, the purple-gold Thunder gradually receding, leaving only his cold gaze sweeping over the dark mass of people below.
"Take them all down, count their numbers, register their nationalities, and do not kill indiscriminately. Anyone who disobeys will be executed!" His voice, transmitted through his Soul Power, clearly reached the ears of the Heaven Dou army.
The Heaven Dou soldiers, who had been waiting in full battle array, immediately stepped forward and methodically collected weapons and gathered prisoners.
Some people used Soul Tool to make temporary cages, some were responsible for bandaging the wounds of the prisoners, and others were responsible for checking the numbers with a roster. The whole process was solemn and efficient.
The final reckoning of this battle came quickly: the four-nation allied forces suffered more than 23,000 casualties, including four Eight-Ring Soul Douluo, seventeen Seven-Ring Soul Sage, and more than a hundred mid-to-low-level Soul Master. The corpses of ordinary soldiers piled up into small mountains at the edge of the battlefield.
Among the more than 160,000 prisoners were regular soldiers and mercenary groups from various countries, as well as many civilians who had been forcibly conscripted. They were crammed into a temporarily designated area, staring blankly at the flag of the Heaven Dou Army.