When Tang San heard that Di Tian wanted him to take action, his heart couldn't help but tremble. After a moment of contemplation, he slowly spoke, "With your overwhelming strength, is breaking through Spirit City really such a trivial matter that requires my intervention?"
Di Tian let out a cold laugh. "Why make distinctions between us at a time like this? If not for your repeated schemes, my soul beast clan wouldn't have been able to besiege Spirit City so easily. Now, we're all in the same boat."
Tang San pondered for a while before finally saying, "Fine. It seems that it is indeed time for me to step onto the battlefield. Spirot Empire and I share an irreconcilable blood feud. Now is the moment to settle the score."
Di Tian immediately issued an order: "All soul beasts will rest for one hour before resuming the siege. This time, we must go all out and break through the city walls in one strike."
Tang San, meanwhile, approached the former members of Shrek. "Dai Mubai, it's about time for us to take action. This is our chance for revenge."
Dai Mubai hesitated slightly and frowned. "Xiao San, are you sure we should step in now? This is a war between the soul beast clan and humanity. If we act rashly, we might end up as traitors to our own kind."
A cold glint flashed in Tang San's eyes. "Mubai, this is a matter of life and death. Have you forgotten how Spirit Empire wiped out your Star Luo Royal Family? To avenge our fallen loved ones, we must be willing to pay any price."
Dai Mubai and the others recalled the relentless pursuit by Spirit Empire and the destruction of the Star Luo Imperial Family. After a moment of silence, Dai Mubai clenched his teeth. "I will never share the same sky with Spirit Empire. This time, I will personally take revenge for my parents and my clan."
Zhu Zhuqing and the others stood silently beside Dai Mubai and Tang San. Though some were hesitant, they ultimately decided to follow Dai Mubai's lead.
Below Spirit City, rivers of blood flowed. The first wave of the siege had lasted a full four hours, leaving nearly everyone exhausted. The casualties were beyond count.
The Titled Douluo, in particular, had suffered greatly. Each of them had to face Hundred-thousand-year soul beasts in battle, and their bodies were riddled with wounds, making them appear incredibly battered.
The number of fallen soul masters was even greater. Some had chosen to self-destruct using their entire soul power in a desperate attempt to take down more soul beasts with them.
The soul master army had lost more than twenty percent of its forces, and nearly everyone was injured. Most would find it difficult to recover in a short period.
The Titled Douluo were prime targets for attack. The most pitiful among them was Golden Crocodile Douluo, whose shoulder had been torn open by three deep claw marks. Even the best healing-type Soul Saints struggled to treat his injuries.
Meanwhile, Glowing Feather Douluo was so exhausted that he nearly collapsed. His once pristine fingers were now covered in deep, raw marks from his bowstring.
The first siege by the soul beast clan had resulted in mutual destruction, with both sides suffering massive losses.
As Spirit Hall focused on recovery, the soul beasts were far from idle. When they retreated, many carried away the corpses of both fallen humans and their own kind. While resting, they feasted upon the bodies, showing no hesitation—even those who had fought alongside them mere moments ago were now nothing more than food.
Only an hour had passed before the soul beast clan launched their assault once again. This time, their momentum was even fiercer than before. Numerous high-level soul beasts were arranged at the very front of the charge, clearly demonstrating their determination to claim victory.
Spirit Empire, on the other hand, paid no mind to whether their soul power had fully recovered. They immediately engaged in battle once more.
The Titled Douluo continued to confront the Hundred-thousand-year soul beasts at the front lines, while the other soul masters desperately unleashed their soul skills, striving to eliminate as many soul beasts as possible.
High above, Qian Daoliu watched the battlefield, his expression twitching. His heart ached at the enormous expenditure—every loss here was a depletion of Spirit Empire's foundation.
At that moment, countless black Blue Silver Grass vines suddenly appeared on the battlefield. Like venomous serpents, they rapidly attacked the soul masters of Spirit Empire. In the blink of an eye, many soul masters were drained dry, reduced to lifeless husks.
As everyone hesitated for a brief moment, a massive Clear Sky Hammer descended from the sky, its target set on Demon Bear Douluo, who was locked in battle with a hundred-thousand-year soul beast.
Tang San's strike carried overwhelming force, and his goal was clear—eliminate the Titled Douluo of Spirit Empire.
Tang San had always been skilled in concealment. In his previous life as an assassin, he was exceptionally adept at seizing opportunities. Before Demon Bear Douluo could even react, the enormous Clear Sky Hammer was already upon him, leaving him with no chance to dodge.
Seeing the attack rushing toward him, Demon Bear Douluo gritted his teeth and unleashed his ninth soul skill, instantly transforming into a towering demonic bear, dozens of meters tall. His bloodthirsty eyes glowed as his massive claws swiped toward Tang San's hammer.
However, Tang San was now a rank 98 Titled Douluo, vastly superior in strength. This was a sudden ambush, aimed directly at taking a life.
As the Clear Sky Hammer descended, the massive demonic bear form shattered on impact. Tang San's strike directly crushed the soul skill, and the hammer slammed into Demon Bear Douluo's chest.
A chilling crack echoed as Demon Bear Douluo's meridians were completely severed, his bones shattered into pieces. He let out a final, agonized scream before collapsing. Even Glowing Feather Douluo, who had drawn his bow in an attempt to assist, was too late to save him.
Immediately after, countless Blue Silver Grass vines swarmed forward, completely enveloping Demon Bear Douluo's injured body. In mere moments, he was reduced to nothing but a pile of withered bones, without even a chance to self-destruct.
Tang San let out a frenzied laugh. "Spirit Empire, this is what you owe me! Blood for blood!"
Seeing Tang San's merciless slaughter, the soul masters of Spirit Empire felt a chill run down their spines. He was like a demon incarnate.
Tang San's assassination of Demon Bear Douluo had happened in an instant, so quickly that even Qian Daoliu failed to react in time.
But as he looked at Tang San, Qian Daoliu sensed an aura he deeply despised. It was filled with darkness and malice, repelling and conflicting with the divine power of the Seraphim.
After securing his victory, Tang San immediately spread his black Blue Silver Grass across the battlefield. Any corpses—whether human soul masters or soul beasts—were instantly devoured, leaving nothing behind.
Qian Daoliu bellowed in fury. "How dare you! An evil soul master dares to act so brazenly in my Spirit City?!"
Golden light erupted from Qian Daoliu's body, as though he intended to strike Tang San down on the spot.
However, Di Tian also released a dark light, swiftly intercepting Qian Daoliu's attack. He sneered, "The mighty Seraphim Grand Worshipper actually lost his composure like this? Attacking a junior—isn't that beneath you?"
Qian Daoliu roared once more, "A mere soul beast dares to act arrogantly?! Spirit City shall be your burial ground!"
As he spoke, nine soul rings appeared around him, and a colossal six-winged Seraphim illusion manifested behind him. Golden light radiated, illuminating all of Spirit City.
This battle between Wuhun Empire and the soul beasts would see casualties on both sides, with at least half of them perishing in the bloodshed.