Chapter 366: The Slaughtered Spirit Empire Army?
"What? It's actually him? How could he suddenly appear here?"
Bibi Dong couldn't help but be shocked and let out a cry of surprise.
Bibi Dong had seen this person before; it was the ruler of Slaughter City she had encountered during her training—the Slaughter King.
"Teacher? Who is it?" Hu Liena asked urgently, sensing from Bibi Dong's reaction that the severity of the situation far exceeded her imagination.
Bibi Dong took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in her heart, but her voice still carried a trace of solemnity as she slowly spoke that name representing slaughter:
"The Slaughter King... of Slaughter City."
"What?!" Hu Liena was struck as if by lightning, her pupils contracting suddenly.
The Slaughter King! The terrifying existence who ruled the City of Sin, rumored to possess the strength of a super Douluo and be nearly immortal! He... he actually left Slaughter City?
"He... he's not presiding over Slaughter City, how could he suddenly..." Hu Liena's voice trembled. The Slaughter King's fierce reputation was an absolute taboo in the upper echelons of the Soul Master World. Even Spirit Hall had always maintained great wariness and a non-contact policy toward him.
Bibi Dong shook her head slightly, the light in her blood-red eyes flickering. She said in a low voice, "I... I'm not sure. The Slaughter King rarely leaves Slaughter City unless a major change has occurred there that shakes his Foundation or threatens his existence, or if a target or threat has appeared outside that he must handle personally."
Bibi Dong analyzed calmly, her thoughts racing.
Whichever it was, it meant massive variables and danger.
The Slaughter King's strength was unfathomable, and his stance was completely unknown.
His sudden appearance near the Spirit Empire army—was it a coincidence? Or was it intentional? Friend or foe? Or just a dangerous passerby?
Regardless, such a terrifying powerhouse appearing on the flank of the battlefield was enough to make any commander lose sleep.
"Pass down my decree! The entire army is to enter the highest state of martial law immediately!"
"Triple all patrol checkpoints! Soul Master patrol teams must be led by those at the Martial Soul Saint level or higher, patrolling the perimeter of the camp non-stop, especially to the northwest!"
"No one is to leave the core area of the camp without my command! If any powerhouse of unknown identity approaches or abnormal energy fluctuations are detected, sound the alarm immediately; do not engage without authorization!" Bibi Dong no longer hesitated, her voice turning sharp with unquestionable authority.
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
The messenger standing outside the tent immediately took the order, and the sounds of hurried footsteps and commands quickly rang out.
Soon.
The camp atmosphere, which had been slightly relaxed due to the retreat and rest, instantly became tense. Squads of well-equipped soldiers were urgently deployed to strengthen the defense of the walls and watchtowers.
Soul Master teams took to the air frequently, their Soul Power glowing in the night sky like vigilant eyes, strictly monitoring the surroundings—especially the northwestern sky that the Empress was focused on. The entire camp was like a startled hedgehog, raising all its quills.
Inside the central command tent of the Spirit Empire, the atmosphere remained heavy.
Hu Liena looked at her teacher with concern.
Bibi Dong slowly sat back on the main seat, her fingers unconsciously tapping the armrest. Her blood-red eyes looked toward the pitch-black northwest outside the tent, as if she could pierce through the distance to lock eyes with the uninvited guest.
No one knew that the Slaughter King had come here entirely because Tang Chuan had secretly left behind the poison he had cast into Slaughter City on the path of Hu Liena's return... Several hours passed.
The night grew deeper, dark clouds obscured the moon, and the starlight was hidden—it was a night for foul play.
The Spirit Empire camp was brightly lit, patrols moved incessantly, and Soul Master perceptions spread out like a spider web; the atmosphere was tense to the extreme.
All soldiers had received the highest-level martial law orders. Although most didn't know the specific threat, the unease in the air and the solemn faces of the high-ranking officials were enough to make them grip their weapons tightly, not daring to slacken in the slightest.
However, when the true terror descended, conventional precautions appeared pale and powerless.
At midnight.
Without any warning, the night sky in the northwest corner of the camp was suddenly stained by a viscous dark red that seemed to absorb all light! The red spread rapidly, like ink dropped into clear water, instantly covering the sky for miles around!
Immediately after, a terrifying pressure—cold, evil, and heavy enough to freeze the Soul—crashed down upon the entire Spirit Empire camp like an invisible meteor!
"Enemy attack—!!!"
The shrill, distorted alarm had barely pierced the night sky when it was drowned out by an even more terrifying sound.
"Chila—!"
The dark red canopy seemed to be torn by an invisible giant claw. A tall figure wearing a massive crimson cloak, with a face as pale as a corpse and eyes glowing like torches, appeared out of thin air directly above the camp like a demon god crawling out of a pool of blood in Hell. It was the Slaughter King!
He didn't even give the ant-like army below any time to react or question him.
"Profaning the blood source, destroying my Foundation... you shall pay with blood!" The Slaughter King let out a voice filled with endless rage and killing intent, tolling in everyone's hearts like a death knell.
He ignored the arrows and Soul skills lights flying toward him, simply raising his pale palm slowly.
The next moment, a terrifying scene that all Spirit Empire soldiers would never forget occurred!
The viscous dark red canopy above the camp suddenly boiled, turning into countless thick, pillar-like streaks of dark red blood-light with spear-sharp ends. Like a violent crimson rainstorm, it poured down indiscriminately upon the dense tents, army formations, and Soul Master teams below!
"Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff—!!!"
There were no deafening explosions.
Only the dense, scalp-numbing thuds of flesh and bone being pierced!
Wherever the blood-light fell, whether it was heavy infantry in thick armor, Soul Masters with Soul Power shields, or even temporary defensive fortifications—all were easily pierced in an instant!
The blood-light seemed to ignore physical defense and Soul Power resistance, containing an evil power of extreme corrosion, tearing, and life-force extraction!
Soldiers hit directly by the blood-light withered instantly, turning into mummies encased in armor. Their blood and life force were drained and absorbed by the blood-light, then fed back to the Slaughter King in the sky! The Soul Masters' Soul Power shields shattered like paper, followed by the desperate screams of their Physical Body being pierced and their Soul Power being forcibly stripped and drained!
With just the first wave of blood rain, more than one-fifth of the northwestern corner of the camp turned into a living Hell! Thousands of soldiers and low-level Soul Masters collapsed silently, turning into mummies, as the ground was soaked with viscous dark red plasma.
"Form ranks! Where is the Soul Master legion? Where are the Titled Douluo?!"
Under the Slaughter King's indiscriminate dark red blood rain, the Spirit Empire army was in chaos, and the casualty count climbed at a staggering speed.
However, the Sect Masters of the new Upper Three Sects were, after all, ambitious leaders. After the initial shock, their strong survival instinct and the dignity of maintaining their Sect's status forced them to stand up!
"Don't panic! Form a defensive formation!"
"Soul Master legion, gather around me! Consolidate Martial Soul abilities and launch long-range attacks on that monster!"
Elephant Armored Academy's Sect Master, Hu Yan Zhen, roared. His mountain-like, sturdy body erupted with a heavy earthy-yellow light. The Diamond Mammoth Martial Soul appeared behind him as he tried to stabilize the ranks with his powerful defense and organize a counterattack.
He was a defense-type Soul Master and believed that even if he couldn't win, he could at least hold out for a while.
"Disciples of the Wind Sword Sect, hear my command! Condense Wind Astral Sword Qi, target the blood shadow in the air, volley!" Wind Sword Sect Master White Dragon of the Wind transformed into a breeze, appearing in mid-air on the other side. The longsword in his hand let out a clear chime as sharp, peerless Sword Qi began to gather rapidly.
"Members of the Sacred Dragon Sect, take to the air! Prepare Dragon Breath, area bombardment!"
Sacred Dragon Sect Master Tuoba Xi also revealed his Martial Soul True Body. A shimmering Dragon phantom coiled in the air, its Dragon might vast, as scorching energy began to condense in its mouth.
The three Titled Douluo-level Sect Masters standing up to lead and condensing their strongest Martial Soul abilities gave the panicked army a sense of leadership. Some Soul Masters began to respond, and the light of Soul Rings shone once more.
However, they severely underestimated the Slaughter King's terror and overestimated their own ability to resist such an existence.
At the very moment the three Sect Masters' Martial Soul abilities were about to be completed—when Hu Yan Zhen's Diamond Mammoth True Body was at its brightest, White Dragon of the Wind's Sword Qi was about to be released, and Tuoba Xi's Dragon Breath was about to fire.
The Slaughter King, floating high in the sky, didn't even look back at them. The viscous dark red aura around him suddenly contracted inward and then exploded outward!
"Slaughter Domain, open!"
Instantly, a circle of dark red light, as solid as blood-colored crystal, expanded from the Slaughter King, covering the sky and earth for a thousand meters around!
The Slaughter Domain! Within this Domain, except for Soul Masters who have obtained the Slaughter God Domain, no one else can use Martial Soul abilities. It was somewhat like a mobile mini-Slaughter City.
The moment the Domain descended.
The faces of Hu Yan Zhen, White Dragon of the Wind, and Tuoba Xi changed dramatically at the same time!
They discovered to their horror that their Martial Soul abilities, which were normally as natural as moving their own limbs, were forcibly suppressed by some higher-level rule the moment they touched that dark red light!
The circulation of Soul Power became incredibly difficult and sluggish. The Martial Soul abilities that were about to be completed suddenly collapsed at their Soul Power cores, making it impossible to release them successfully!
"What? Martial Soul abilities... can't be used?!" Hu Yan Zhen was terrified. The absolute defense he was famous for couldn't even be manifested!
The light of the longsword in White Dragon of the Wind's hand dimmed rapidly, the Sword Qi dissipating into nothingness. The Dragon Breath condensing in Tuoba Xi's Sacred Dragon True Body's mouth also scattered into points of light.
In the flash of a second when the three Sect Masters lost their composure due to their Martial Soul abilities being forcibly interrupted and their internal Soul Power backfiring, the Slaughter King's figure vanished.
No, not vanished.
His speed was simply beyond the limits of the vision and perception of most people present!
In the next instant, a crimson afterimage carrying endless bloodlust and the aura of death appeared before the struggling Hu Yan Zhen as if by Teleportation!
Hu Yan Zhen didn't even have time to make any effective block or dodge. He only saw a bone-pale claw, its fingertips swirling with viscous blood-light, rapidly enlarging before his eyes!
"Puchi—!"
A tooth-gritting thud of a sharp blade piercing through heavy armor and tough flesh!
The Slaughter King's right hand, extended seemingly at random, was like a red-hot iron plunged into butter. It effortlessly pierced through Hu Yan Zhen's Diamond Mammoth defense—which was said to be able to withstand a Titled Douluo's attack—and his protective Soul Power, plunging directly into his chest!
"Ugh—!" Hu Yan Zhen let out a short, extremely shrill scream. His eyes bulged, filled with unbelievable terror and intense pain.
But it wasn't over.
The Slaughter King's claw, embedded in Hu Yan Zhen's chest, suddenly clenched!
"Gulu... gulu..."
The next second, a hair-raising sucking sound rang out.
Hu Yan Zhen's sturdy body withered at a visible rate. His full muscles collapsed, his ruddy complexion turned ash-gray, and the light in his eyes dimmed rapidly. The massive Soul Power he had cultivated all his life, and even his Soul's Origin, surged like a flood through the blood-claw in his chest, being forcibly drained and devoured by the Slaughter King!
In just two or three breaths, this Sect Master of the Elephant Armored Academy, famous for his defense and possessing Soul Power as high as rank eighty-nine, and a leader for one of the new Upper Three Sects, was reduced to a shriveled husk inside his bulky armor. He was then tossed aside like trash by the Slaughter King, crashing to the ground.
Silence!
A deathly silence!
Whether it was the Spirit Empire soldiers and Soul Masters below who witnessed this, or White Dragon of the Wind and Tuoba Xi nearby, who had just steadied themselves and were also struggling with their Martial Soul abilities due to the Slaughter Domain—everyone froze, their expressions changing drastically.
A Soul Master with defensive power comparable to a Titled Douluo was... insta-killed just like that? Without even putting up a decent fight, his chest was pierced by a claw and he was drained of everything?
Fear, like the coldest seawater, instantly submerged everyone's hearts.
"Slaughter King! You go too far!"
Just as the Slaughter King used cruel methods to insta-kill Hu Yan Zhen and intimidate everyone, a roar filled with endless fury and cold killing intent exploded like thunder!
Purple-black evil light tore through part of the dark red canopy. Bibi Dong's figure, carrying overwhelming Rakshasa divine force, descended boldly not far in front of the Slaughter King.
In her blood-red eyes, purple-black and blood-red intertwined. Evil Qi surged around her, and the terrifying pressure belonging to the inheritor of the Rakshasa God actually stood its ground against the Slaughter King.
Behind her, a golden figure followed closely—it was Hu Liena.
"So you've finally come? I've been waiting for you for a long time."
After seeing Hu Liena's figure, the Slaughter King roared. His voice lacked any human feeling, containing only endless coldness and eeriness.
"Hand over the antidote immediately! Otherwise, today, this King will not only kill all you ants but also turn this so-called imperial camp into a wasteland where pus and blood flow for eternity!"
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