Dark blue dragon patterns appeared on Long Wenkai's body and surged into the air, transforming into eight azure dragons, each over ten meters long, flying in all directions. Wherever they passed, earth and stone turned to dust, vegetation withered and rotted, and soul masters were left lifeless.
The Dragon Pattern Clan's martial soul was unique—upon awakening, each clan member would inherit the pattern of a random type of dragon.
Long Wenkai had slightly tousled hair and a weathered, well-defined face that made it hard to look away. His warm and radiant smile resembled sunlight itself—he seemed the very embodiment of the sun's glow.
Yet such a sunny person had awakened the Darkfall Azure Dragon, a wood and darkness dual-element Heavenly Dragon, martial soul.
A unit of 50 mid-to-high-level soul masters—10 Soul Emperors and 40 Soul Kings—charged forward with him as their vanguard, forming a fierce assault team storming across the ground.
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Mellen Cox, wielding the Rank Six Advanced Martial Soul "Thunderbird of Fury," was a Level 74 Soul Sage and one of the few soul sages in the Demon Sheep Sect who did not share the Weiss surname. He was also the commander guarding the eastern pass.
"Seventh Soul Skill – Thunderbird True Form!"
A pair of massive wings unfolded from his back. His body became covered in fine feathers, and his orange-yellow eyes took on a vertical slit shape. Seven soul rings revolved around him, and his body transformed into a realistic 16–17 meter-long thunderbird soul beast.
"Sixth Soul Skill – Thunderstorm Gale!"
A wild storm over twenty meters in diameter, filled with flashing lightning like countless whips, lashed fiercely against the formation. The lightning grew faster, the wind stronger with each strike—the formation began to shake and falter.
Ma Zhibin let out a cold laugh, his eyes flashing with ferocity. With a flick of his back, a pair of phoenix wings unfurled. With one flap, his speed surged severalfold—this was the Ma Clan's "Phoenix Dance Nine Heavens Light Step Technique." In a blink, he was face to face with Mellen Cox.
"Fifth Soul Skill – Phoenix Meteor Strike!"
Dozens of fierce flaming fists exploded like a peacock's fan—unrelenting and all-consuming.
Faced with Ma Zhibin's torrential barrage, Mellen Cox's eyes gleamed coldly as his powerful soul power surged through his body.
"Fifth Soul Skill – Extreme Thunder Armor!"
A huge purple-brown lightning shield enveloped his entire body like a suit of lightning armor, allowing him to withstand Ma Zhibin's wild blows directly, without evasion.
But Ma Zhibin wasn't about to back down just because his opponent was a Soul Sage.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
In the sky, the two figures clashed in the most brutal hand-to-hand combat, fists thudding into flesh. Each strike unleashed such a powerful force that the surrounding air trembled, sharp gusts slicing through the space.
There were no explosive shockwaves—only the steady roar of purple-brown lightning and crimson flames clashing, producing thick purple smoke and a constant hissing sound as energy crackled and sizzled.
"Boom!"
The clash didn't last long. A heavy thud echoed from within the purple smoke as a battered figure was blasted backward, crashing violently into a mountainside. The impact sent cracks as thick as an arm crawling across the rock face.
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To the west, there was also a small mountain path, mainly used for resource gathering from nearby hills.
At this moment, for the Demon Sheep Sect, the situation on the western flank was just as dire as the east.
"Sixth Soul Skill – Bindings of Light!"
A large number of soul masters were immobilized by a light-based formation conjured by Xue Tianming's Mirror of Bright Light, unable to move. Then, a massive dark yellow bell descended, trapping them inside. A deep, solemn death knell rang out, echoing through the sky.
Moments later, the bell rose again—beneath it was a pile of blood, severed limbs, and mangled flesh.
Xue Tianming, his hair neatly combed and shirt cuffs crisply rolled, had eyes that constantly sparkled with intelligence. He served as the External Affairs Director of Douhun City.
"Could you be a little cleaner? The place is covered in gore,"
he frowned at his companion, Zhong Kui—a burly, middle-aged man with a thick beard and a shiny bald head, full of energy.
"Nagging,"
Zhong Kui glanced upward with furrowed brows, as though deep in thought.
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The main plaza in front of the Grand Hall remained the central battlefield, where the chaotic melee continued.
Solidas Weiss, an 83rd-level Soul Douluo, and a grand elder of the Demon Sheep Sect (also Guido Weiss's uncle), was under siege by two Soul Douluos—in a precarious situation.
These two were the Deputy Commanders of the Douhun Corps, Cheng Nanxing and Qu Yixiang, a soul master with the Shadow Scorpion Lion martial soul nurtured by Douhun City. Their abilities were highly effective against the Three-Eyed Demon Sheep.
Incidentally, the main commander of the Douhun Corps was Ximen Rongcheng.
After the Seven Absolute Bow had devastated the area, the ratio of attackers to defenders had dropped to less than 1:2, but the soul master level and strength of Douhun City far surpassed that of the Demon Sheep Sect.
With the first unit of the Douhun Corps deploying in squads to hunt the enemy down, the collapse of the Demon Sheep Sect was inevitable. They could barely resist.
This mountain assault by Douhun City was characterized by long-range dominance. The Yang Clan's attacks were extremely sharp—able to target each opposing soul master's elemental weakness. With many of the Demon Sheep Sect's support and healing soul masters taken out early, their combat effectiveness and endurance plummeted rapidly.
"Eighth Soul Skill – Shadow Lion's Darkstrike!"
Qu Yixiang unleashed his ultimate move. In mid-air, a massive dark green Shadow Scorpion Lion appeared, letting out a sky-shaking roar. Its massive, near-solid body showcased its superiority over typical beast-type martial souls. A huge claw descended from the sky, seeming to rip through the heavens itself, aimed straight at Solidas Weiss.
"Fifth Soul Skill – Demon Sheep Barrier!"
Solidus Weiss's only defensive skill. A dark yellow energy shield burst from his body, forming a ten-meter-wide protective dome, the front of which displayed the phantom of a demonic sheep's head, roaring silently.
But Qu Yixiang's terrifying soul power surged like a tidal wave. The protective dome shattered instantly under the assault, and the claw smashed directly into Solidas's chest.
A mouthful of bright red blood spurted from Solidas Weiss's chest as his body was blasted backward, scraping a deep trench into the earth.
"Sixth Soul Skill – Azure Thunderstorm Burst!"
Just as his body was flying, the space behind him twisted, and a blurred figure suddenly appeared. With blue-purple lightning coiling around his fist, the figure struck like rolling thunder, slamming hard toward Solidas Weiss's back.
The fierce, searing wind behind him chilled Solidas to the core. He forcibly twisted his body and crossed his arms in front to defend himself.
"Bang!"
The purple lightning punch smashed down hard, causing a deep, muffled boom. A burst of overwhelming energy exploded on impact.
Blood spurted again. A sharp crack rang out as bones in Solidas's right arm shattered, and he was sent flying again, this time slamming into a massive stone monument. Cracks spiderwebbed across its surface until, with a loud crack, it shattered completely, turning into fine dust from the sheer force of the soul power.
Solidus Weiss lay paralyzed in the dust, his body twitching violently—clearly, those two strikes had gravely injured him.
With difficulty, he lifted his head, his eyes wide with shock as he stared toward where the first attack came from. There, a lean figure slowly emerged—
Cheng Nanxing.