A battle of attrition?

In an instant, within a radius of thirty feet centered on Chen Mo, corpses littered the ground.

The main hall was also teetering on the brink of collapse.

Chen Mo's True Essence also dropped to half at this moment, and his Spiritual Sense was less than three layers deep.

Chen Mo immediately swallowed a few more pills to restore his True Essence and Spiritual Sense consciousness.

Although the consumption of True Essence was great, the effect was also very good. Under this attack, one Soul Douluo and more than a dozen Soul Saint were cut into mincemeat on the spot.

Some of the minced meat splattered onto Xue Ye's face, startling him so much that his face turned pale. Supported by his attendants, he reluctantly followed them as they retreated from the rear.

Both the two Titled Douluo Phantom and the Demon Lizard wore solemn expressions.

They flew directly over, unlike Ning Fengzhi and his group who slowly walked in through the main gate.

If the two of them had known that Chen Mo and his three companions had broken through the three thousand Imperial Guard Corps from the front and killed tens of thousands of elite soldiers, they would never have dared to underestimate Chen Mo and his group.

The Demon Lizard said, "Phantom, this person is no ordinary being. His Soul Power fluctuations are weak, but his power is immense. Moreover, his weapon is extremely dangerous and incredibly sharp. He didn't even need to use any defensive Soul Skill; he was instantly defeated."

Moreover, their speed was extremely fast; most people couldn't react in time. That's what happened to Demon Wolf and Old Teng —before they could even react, they were gone...

Phantom's expression grew even more grave. "Not only that, but some attacks passed right through. Just now, some attacks went straight through. I saw that Lao Luo clearly dodged them, but the next moment the ring appeared on his neck."

His attacks could likely be directionally controlled at will, and he could even Spatial Jump. Everyone must be careful...

The Demon Lizard frowned as it watched the four people locked in combat. "Why are there only these people? Where's Dian Aman? Where's the Imperial Guard Corps? Why aren't they here?"

At this moment, the guard beside him replied, "General Dian and the Imperial Guard Corps, both, both..."

The Demon Lizard roared, "What's wrong with you? Did you poop your vocal cords in the house?"

The guard, head bowed, said fearfully, "They're all... they're all dead. Those two throwing knives of his were terrifying. Once someone was targeted by those two round knives, no one could survive."

General Dian was killed by that flying knife; he didn't even survive a single blow.

The same went for the Imperial Guards; the enemy didn't even stop their advance before slaughtering them all.

The Demon Lizard roared angrily, "Why didn't you tell me about something so important sooner...?"

The guard was also feeling bitter: You didn't even ask, and besides, I need a chance to tell you.

The Phantom interrupted the Demon Lizard: "Don't blame him, this isn't their fault."

But today, we're probably going to risk our lives; we might both die here.

Furthermore, Seventh Elder, please provide us with assistance.

Finally, the Phantom looked at Ning Fengyuan, the seventh elder of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, who was slowly moving away from the battlefield.

Ning Fengyuan cursed inwardly, "Old bastard, he's trying to drag me and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect into this mess."

With the Phantom constantly watching him, Ning Fengyuan was in a difficult position.

In the end, he could only summon his Martial Soul with a somewhat grim expression.

"Seven treasures transform into crystal, one says... uh."

Ning Fengyuan had just summoned his Martial Soul Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, when a round blade instantly appeared at his neck.

Like slicing tofu, Ning Fengyuan's head was severed from his body, leaving only a thin line of blood on his neck before blood spurted out a while later.

Everything changed so quickly that even the Soul Douluo who had been protecting him couldn't react in time.

Everyone exclaimed in surprise, "How is this possible?"

The Demon Lizard exclaimed in surprise, "Wasn't his attack range always within thirty feet? How come it suddenly hit so far?"

How could there be such terrifying Martial Soul and Soul Skill, with high speed, high attack power, and the ability to control and change direction at will, and even Spatial Jump?

He gets all the benefits; is he a god? Even if he were, he shouldn't be this terrifying!"

The Demon Lizard was right after all. As things stand, it seems that ordinary gods might not be able to defeat Chen Mo in his current state.

With his terrifying spatial affinity, coupled with the Yin Yang Mother-Child Curved Blades that can pierce through space and Spatial Jump, the two combined are so powerful that even a god could be killed without hesitation by Chen Mo.

The only drawback is that his mana depletes quickly; Chen Mo can only unleash his spatial strike a few times before his True Essence is depleted.

Therefore, in response to this, Chen Mo refined a large number of pills to restore True Essence and Spiritual Sense.

Given Chen Mo's current reserves of elixirs, let alone a mere 300,000 troops, even multiplied by ten, it would amount to another 3 million.

Chen Mo was confident that he could slaughter the entire army while protecting Lin Yaodong, Xiao Wu, and Chen Mo.

The Demon Lizard looked at Chen Mo and said to Phantom, "Old Huan, it's that kid. Let's all work together to hold him off while the others deal with the remaining three. Then, once we're free, we can all kill him together."

Phantom Douluo narrowed his eyes. "No, wait a bit longer. Let's make our move when their Soul Power is almost depleted..."

The Demon Lizard said anxiously, "It's no use. Didn't you see what they're swallowing? It's probably a pill or potion to restore their Soul Power. How long are we going to have to wait? How many more people will die?"

The Phantom said in a feminine voice, "But his pills will eventually run out..."

The Demon Lizard and the other Soul Douluo felt a chill run down their spines: How many people would die?

With the new command issued, the Soul Saint and Soul Douluo retreated to a distance of thirty feet and surrounded Xue Ye.

The battlefield was left to ordinary soldiers and Chen Mo and his three companions.

The Xue Ye was only forty feet away from Chen Mo and Chen Mo, and about twenty or thirty feet away from Lin Yaodong and Xiao Wu.

For every step Xue Ye took back, Chen Mo and his companions would take a step forward; when Xue Ye stopped, Chen Mo and his companions would also stop.

Among them was a flying Soul Master who tried to fly away with Xue Ye, but was beheaded by a scimitar, his blood spraying all over Xue Ye.

I was so frightened that I trembled in the Xue Ye.

Chen Mo could have simply killed Xue Ye, but he chose not to. Instead, he prevented Xue Ye from leaving.

This action cast a shadow over the hearts of the Heaven Dou Empire's high-ranking officials and Douluo: Is this guy doing it on purpose? Does he really think he can wipe out an army of 300,000?

"All for the Heaven Dou Empire..."

"For the honor of the Heaven Dou Empire..."

"Protect His Majesty..."

"Kill them all..."

As high-level Soul Master retreated, wave after wave of soldiers bravely and selflessly filled the battlefield, only to perish just as quickly.

And so it went, batch after batch...

An hour has passed...

Two hours have passed...

The corpses had already piled up into several small mountains, with a dozen or even dozens of soldiers dying every second.

Now, the number of taxi drivers who have died has exceeded 100,000, which is almost half of the total.

The higher-ups at Heaven Dou were numb; their eyes were filled with nothing but fear as they looked at Chen Mo.

The soldiers are even more so; now, they wouldn't dare go forward to their deaths even if it meant being killed by the supervising officers...