A deep roar came from the sky. Xuan Zi, with a crystal-yellow tail flame behind him, shot upward. As his figure rose higher and higher, the light around him grew even more dazzling.
Within the yellow radiance, a giant figure nearly a hundred meters long appeared faintly, its body covered in dragon patterns, with two horns reaching toward the sky. Facing a Limit Douluo, Xuan Zi had already released his Martial Soul True Body.
However, even when faced with the encirclement of Xuan Zi and three other Titled Douluo from Shrek Academy, Ye Xishui still appeared completely at ease.
She let out a sharp laugh and raised her hands. The blood-red figure behind her immediately burst forth with bloody light.
It was her spirit, the Blood Soul Demonic Ghoul.
Blood-colored light erupted outward from Ye Xishui, transforming into enormous vengeful spirits that filled the air, wailing as they scattered in all directions.
The moment the vengeful spirits appeared, the resentful energy surrounding Ye Xishui grew even denser, and the already dim sky darkened further.
Soul Masters and ordinary soldiers with lower cultivation on the ground nearly lost their minds after casually glancing upward.
On Yu Ming City's walls, Marshal Dai Hao suppressed his injuries and forcibly erected a protective shield, covering the soldiers and Soul Masters stationed there.
"Retreat! Retreat immediately!"
On the other side, officers of the Sun Moon Empire were also frantically directing their army of ordinary soldiers to withdraw.
Even so, some could not escape in time. Their souls were forcibly torn from their bodies by the wails of the vengeful spirits and devoured on the spot.
Many ordinary soldiers had not even formally entered the battlefield, yet they had already suffered casualties due to Ye Xishui's influence.
For a time, neither officers nor soldiers dared to look up at the sky. Occasionally, someone would glance back at those who failed to retreat, staring blankly at the terror frozen on their faces before death.
Although Evil Soul Masters possessed combat power far exceeding that of ordinary Soul Masters, the negative consequences of cooperating with the Holy Spirit Cult were now becoming apparent.
Xuan Zi glanced over the battlefield, let out a low roar, and drew a circle with his hands before him. A dense, earth-yellow orb of light appeared in his palms.
Every part of the orb emitted a strange brilliance. On the battlefield below, within Yu Ming City behind them, and even in the distant Sun Moon Empire military camp, specks of yellow light rose from the ground and converged toward Xuan Zi's hands.
The earth itself seemed to respond to him as a heavy force gathered into visible streams of light that surged rapidly skyward.
The space around Xuan Zi distorted continuously, making his figure appear somewhat illusory.
On the other side, Ye Xishui continued laughing as she raised her hands once more.
Suddenly, a rumbling sound echoed through the air, like a vast river churning and surging endlessly.
The blood-fiend energy grew even denser, almost solidifying, as if something terrifying was steadily approaching.
At that moment, a deep dragon roar resounded throughout the void.
A massive, pitch-black figure appeared, blocking Ye Xishui. Its dragon mouth opened, spewing a breath as black as ink, which collided head-on with the yellow orb in Xuan Zi's hands.
A thunderous explosion followed as space itself trembled. Xuan Zi's accumulated strike was completely annihilated by the dragon's breath.
Ye Xishui looked at the figure that had appeared before her, and her raised hands slowly lowered. The low rumbling sound gradually faded away.
"Senior Long, it really is you." Xuan Zi gazed at the figure before him. Although he maintained his Martial Soul True Body, he knew clearly that facing two Limit Douluo left them with no chance of victory.
Long Xiaoyao sighed. In truth, the one he wanted to stop was not Xuan Zi, but Ye Xishui.
Having remained by her side for so long, Long Xiaoyao understood her methods all too well. With the move she had just begun to use, he feared that before it even reached Xuan Zi and the others, the armies below would already have dissolved into a sea of blood.
He did not wish to witness such immense slaughter.
Long Xiaoyao looked toward Xuan Zi. As someone from the same era as Mu En, it was not inappropriate for Xuan Zi to address him as Senior.
"You should retreat now. For Mu En's sake, I will not make things difficult for you. Even if the Sun Moon Empire unifies the Douluo Continent, it will not target Shrek Academy. There was no need for you to involve yourselves in this conflict."
"Senior Long, Senior Ye, I have heard of your experiences with Elder Mu in your youth. You traveled the Douluo Continent together, and you must once have shared the same ideals. I simply do not understand how things have reached this point."
Several Titled Douluo had already ceased direct combat, leaving only invisible auras colliding in the air. On the ground, the armies of the Sun Moon Empire and the Star Luo Empire were completely intermingled.
The Sun Moon Empire did not dare launch long-range attacks. With the support of dozens of Spirit Douluo from Shrek City, the Star Luo Empire gradually gained the upper hand.
Cries of battle echoed endlessly from below. Xuan Zi looked at the two before him.
"Both Seniors are people of great righteousness. No matter what has happened, can it truly outweigh the lives of tens of thousands across the Douluo Continent?"
Though he addressed both of them, Xuan Zi's gaze lingered primarily on Long Xiaoyao. Ye Xishui was clearly an Evil Soul Master, and her actions were understandable in that context. What Xuan Zi could not comprehend was why Long Xiaoyao stood beside her.
Long Xiaoyao was not from the Sun Moon Empire. In his youth, he had borne the title of Dark Saint Dragon. Although his spirit was of the dark attribute, he was never an evil person. Yet after so many years, he now stood alongside an Evil Soul Master.
Long Xiaoyao glanced at Ye Xishui and shook his head slightly. "The reasons are far in the past. Just consider it my obsession. Retreat."
Seeing that his sincere words were futile, Xuan Zi exhaled softly and looked up once more. "Four thousand years ago, it was the Shrek Seniors who led the Douluo Continent in resisting the Sun Moon Empire's invasion. I cannot allow Shrek's reputation to end in my hands."
"Both Seniors, please forgive the offense."
As he spoke, brilliant yellow light erupted from Xuan Zi's body. His nine spirit rings ignited with dazzling radiance, burning as if aflame.
Long Xiaoyao sighed, then raised his hand to meet the attack.
The sky filled with flickering light once more, accompanied by a terrifying aura that spread outward without restraint.
On the ground, Pan Yue and several personal guards gathered together, wielding their long halberds and staffs in unison. These guards were all his clansmen. After the war broke out, the Star Luo Empire conscripted soldiers on a massive scale, and Pan Yue brought these clansmen with him as personal guards.
Battling on the front lines was extremely taxing. Even with the support of Mo Xuan, the high-intensity combat left them all gasping for breath.
Pan Yue grinned, forcing down his exhaustion as he gripped his Breaking Formation Halberd with both hands.
Green light flowed across the weapon. Pan Yue suddenly felt his body grow lighter. Looking around, he saw that his clansmen were the same, their long staffs glowing with various colors.
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