"Charge!"
A young soldier named Li Si followed closely behind Dai Mubai, shouting at the top of his lungs.
A surge of adrenaline rushed to his head, making him temporarily forget his fear.
But out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of his comrades falling one after another, and he couldn't help but think of other things.
He remembered that when he was a child, it was the deacon of the Spirit Hall branch at the entrance of the village who helped him awaken his spirit.
Although he only had a scythe-wielding spirit and little spirit power, after reaching level ten, his family received a subsidy of one gold spirit coin from the Spirit Hall every month.
It's not much, but it's enough for the family to have meat occasionally.
Li Si felt somewhat lost.
I wonder if ordinary soul masters like them will still receive such benefits and subsidies after the Heaven Dou Empire wins the war.
Don't get distracted!
An old soldier nearby growled, "Trust in Lord Tang! Charge with General Dai! If we win, life will definitely be better than before!!"
Li Si nodded heavily, clearing his mind of distractions, and gripped the spear tightly in his hand.
Blood, severed limbs, corpses.
Screams and the sounds of fighting formed the only main theme of the battlefield.
...
Jialing Pass, beneath the city wall.
Dai Mubai took the lead, wielding his War God Axe with tremendous force. Wherever he went, the taxi drivers of the Martial Soul Empire were thrown into disarray, and no one could withstand his power.
Just as he was about to reach the city gate, two eerie figures appeared out of nowhere in front of him, like ghosts.
A person with a slender figure, a delicate face, and hands in a delicate, orchid-like gesture.
A person was shrouded in a black robe, exuding a chilling aura, and his true face was not visible.
It was Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei, who had already died at Tang San's hands!
"It is Your Majesty!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo looked at Dai Mubai, his voice high-pitched.
"His Holiness the Pope resurrected us with his supreme divine power just for this day."
Ghost Douluo's voice was hoarse and unpleasant.
"Kid, you're no match for us."
Dai Mubai paused, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by strong confidence.
"A defeated opponent dares to boast of bravery?"
Before he could finish speaking, Ning Rongrong's clear and sweet voice rang out from behind him.
"Nine treasures transform into crystal!"
A dazzling nine-colored light instantly enveloped the Shrek team.
"First: Strength! Third: Soul! Fifth: Attack!"
A powerful amplification force surged into his body, and Dai Mubai felt as if he were filled with inexhaustible strength.
He grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.
"You two old devils, let me show you what a divine artifact really is!"
"Behold my War God Axe!"
With a roar, he leaped high into the air, gripped the War God Axe tightly in both hands, and brought it down on the two of them with immense force!
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged a glance, their expressions solemn.
"A bipolar static domain!"
Black and white light surged from their bodies, instantly intertwining to form a distorted space that enveloped Dai Mubai and his axe.
Time and space seemed to freeze at this moment.
However, just when Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo thought they had succeeded.
Click!
A crisp cracking sound rang out within the domain.
The War God Axe, gleaming with a cold light, actually cleaved through the still space, its sharpness undiminished!
"What?!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo both exclaimed in surprise, their faces filled with disbelief.
Their Martial Soul Fusion Technique was actually... broken?
Looking at Dai Mubai, who stepped out of the shattered realm unharmed, a chill ran through the two of them.
Dai Mubai carried the War God Axe, a sinister smile playing on his lips.
He looked up at the majestic pass behind him.
The defensive forces are much weaker than we imagined.
Dai Mubai, carrying the War God Axe, looked past Chrysanthemum and Ghost and gazed at the majestic pass.
Atop the city walls, cries of agony filled the air.
Although his axe strike did not directly attack the city wall, the shockwave it carried still injured countless guardian soul masters.
Severed limbs and blood flowed like rivers as countless Soul Masters of the Martial Soul Empire lay dying in pools of blood, their breaths fading.
However, just as Dai Mubai was preparing to charge again and deliver a fatal blow to the seemingly strong but actually weak Jialing Pass.
A sudden change occurred.
A silver figure quietly appeared on the city wall.
It was a woman, dressed in an elegant silver dress, with a slender figure and a cool, aloof demeanor like the moon.
Her face was stunningly beautiful, yet she possessed an ethereal quality, as if she were a fairy from the heavens who had accidentally descended to this mortal battlefield.
Faced with this bloody and gruesome scene, her face remained completely expressionless.
She slowly raised her right hand.
Buzz!
A pink crabapple blossom quietly bloomed in her palm, its nine petals crystal clear, radiating a soft and holy halo.
Nine-Heart Begonia!
The woman parted her lips slightly, her voice clear and cold, yet it carried distinctly throughout the entire battlefield.
"Nine-Heart Begonia, for treatment within a specific area."
As soon as she finished speaking, she waved her hand gently.
The crabapple blossom instantly transformed into a shower of light, which gently covered the entire Jialing Pass.
The vibrant green life force, like the gentlest breeze in spring, caressed every wounded Soul Master of the Martial Soul Empire.
The taxi driver who had lost an arm saw granulation tissue grow wildly from his wound, and a brand new arm grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The Soul Master, who was severely injured and on the verge of death, quickly regained color in his pale face and got up from the ground.
It's just a blink of an eye.
On the city wall, thousands of wounded soldiers have all recovered!
Even Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, whose blood and qi had just been shaken by the aftershocks of the War God Axe, felt a sense of comfort throughout their bodies and returned to their peak condition.
"Thank you for your offering, Ye."
Ju Douluo Yueguan bowed respectfully to the woman on the city wall.
Ghost Douluo bowed slightly beneath his black robe to express his gratitude.
Offering Ye?
Dai Mubai was startled.
This woman seems to hold an extremely high position in the Spirit Hall.
"Holy shit..."
Ma Hongjun was dumbfounded.
"This...this is a support-type Soul Master?"
Oscar dropped the giant sausage he was holding to the ground with a "thud".
"Area-wide limb regeneration... Does her soul skill have no cooldown time at all?"
Ning Rongrong frowned. As the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, she knew better than anyone what a top-tier support-type Soul Master meant on the battlefield.
But what she was seeing was beyond her comprehension.
A rare hint of seriousness appeared in Zhu Zhuqing's usually cool and aloof eyes.
"This is troublesome."
Dai Mubai's face was so gloomy it could drip water.
"If this woman doesn't die, killing more people won't make a difference."
He took a deep breath, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.
"This Nine-Heart Begonia Martial Soul is absolutely monstrous!"
"We must deal with her first!"
Dai Mubai made the right decision without hesitation.
He lowered his voice and gave instructions to his companions.
(End of chapter)