Chapter 653: Ambush by Xun Yu: Single-handedly Besieging the Spirit Empire

"Great, Teacher, you have finally woken up. This is a valley on the border between the Heaven Dou Empire and the Spirit Empire, called Dragon Burial Valley." Hu Liena burst into tears of joy. During Bibi Dong's coma, she had shouldered the responsibility of commanding the great army; heaven knows how much pressure she was under.

The army had suffered heavy losses, and she truly could not shirk the blame.

However, in all fairness, she had done quite well. The retreat order was issued in time, and the division of troops for the withdrawal was still methodical. The only problem was that the Spirit Empire lacked famous generals; otherwise, the army would not have fallen into such chaos, resulting in being slaughtered by Ge Long's troops without any power to resist.

Hu Liena explained the ins and outs of the matter to Bibi Dong and bowed to admit her fault, "I'm sorry, Teacher. Nana's abilities are limited, causing the army to suffer heavy losses."

Bibi Dong shook her head, "It is not your fault. Even I was defeated by that Lv Lingqi, so what could you have done?"

"Dragon Burial Valley, to be chased until hiding in such a valley, heh, I never thought that I, Bibi Dong, would have a day where I was reduced to this, hahahaha..."

"Your Majesty the Pope, why are you laughing?" Ghost Leopard Douluo asked, puzzled. After such a crushing defeat, how could Bibi Dong look so happy?

"I am laughing at the stupidity of Xue Ke and the lack of wisdom in Lingqi. With such a great victory, they could have wiped us all out, but they cared about excessive casualties and let us escape. That is one thing, but this Dragon Burial Valley has such terrain and is the only path for us to return to Wuhun City. Its name is even 'Dragon Burial,' a place heaven bestowed for my burial, yet they actually never thought to set an ambush here. It seems that Empress Xue Ke is not worthy of the name, and the female Marshal Lv Lingqi is also just brave but lacks strategy," Bibi Dong said.

"Your Majesty is wise!" Ghost Leopard Douluo said respectfully. He actually knew that Bibi Dong was just forcibly saving face, or rather, comforting herself, but at a time like this, one could not contradict her.

Just then, a melodious sound of a flute suddenly echoed within the valley. Within the flute music, there seemed to be a rich killing intent, and fog suddenly rose all around, so thick one could not see their own fingers.

"Who is it?" Guangling Douluo immediately shouted in alert.

The Angel Legion also formed a large circle, protecting everyone inside.

"My name is Xun Yu, courtesy name Wenruo. I pay my respects to the Empress of the Spirit Empire, Your Majesty, and to Your Excellencies Guangling, Little Guy, and Ghost Leopard." Xun Yu's voice echoed within the valley, matching the terrain here, the echoes endless to the ear.

He was the one who had just finished the war on the Star Luo side and had come here in advance to set an ambush.

"Calling me Little Guy... are you one of Feihuang's brats?" Guangling Douluo shouted. This nickname was exactly what Feihuang had given him, saying it was a complimentary term describing him as tall and mighty.

"Xun Yu? The head of the civil officials of the Gu Lei Empire, Prime Minister Xun Wenruo!" Qingluan did not rely on titles to judge; he was the strategist in the Offering Hall and had a good grasp of the continent's intelligence.

Now that Xun Yu was also a world-renowned prodigy of his generation, how could he not recognize him?

"It is I. By the order of my lord, I hope to invite the three of you—Qingluan, Little Guy, and the Empress—to be guests in my Gulei Empire. The three of you are currently either suffering from great consumption of soul power or are seriously injured, so please do not force me to take action," Xun Yu said.

"Hmph, arrogant!" Qingluan Douluo said angrily. Judging from the soul power fluctuations emitted by Xun Yu, he had indeed reached the level of a Title Douluo.

But he was at most a newly ascended Title Douluo. Even if he and Guangling were greatly exhausted, they were Super Douluo; they would not lose to such a low-level Title.

"Sigh, why bother? It seems a battle is unavoidable today. Then, please appreciate my elite troops!" After Xun Yu finished speaking.

Only hearing the sound of countless things piercing the air suddenly coming from the fog, followed immediately by the screams of the Spirit Empire's troops.

Qingluan Douluo caught one of the attacks, opened his palm to look, and saw it was a flying blade.

That's right, the troop type currently ambushing around Dragon Burial Valley was Xun Yu's Flying Blade Soldiers.

The current Xun Yu was level 92. The God-Bestowed Soul Ring upgraded to ten thousand years had raised him two levels. The number of soldiers he could summon now was 186. Among them, the first 140 were Primary Soldiers, thirty levels lower than Xun Yu, which was equivalent to the strength of a level 62 Soul Emperor.

The next 40 were Intermediate Soldiers, twenty levels lower than Xun Yu, with the strength of a level 72 Soul Saint.

The final 6 were Advanced Soldiers, ten levels lower than Xun Yu, equivalent to the strength of a level 82 Spirit Douluo.

Such levels might not count for much against experts like Qingluan and Guangling, but for the Spirit Master Legion, it was more than enough. Even the Angel Legion might not be able to withstand the sneak attacks of so many Soul Emperors, let alone the 40 Soul Saints of the same rank as them, and the 6 even stronger Spirit Douluos.

No matter how powerful Qingluan and Guangling were, they could not protect so many people at once. The only way to break the situation was to kill Xun Yu.

The problem was, they actually could not sense where he was.

The fog obscured their vision, which might be useful against ordinary people, but for Super Douluo like them, the effect should have been weak. Even without using their eyes, just by sensing soul power fluctuations, they should have been able to perceive the opponent's position.

But now, they could not sense where Xun Yu was at all.

"How is this possible? There is not a trace of aura. Can a mere low-level Title control his own soul power fluctuations to the point where even I cannot feel them?" Qingluan said in shock.

"It's not just soul power; I cannot sense his aura or even his soul fluctuations. What a powerful concealment skill." As a Title Douluo with a bow martial soul, Guangling had stronger perception abilities than Qingluan.

Especially his self-created soul skill, Mind Eye, which was the pinnacle of locking-on skills.

He had also passed it on to Nan Feihuang.

But now, even he could not detect Xun Yu's location, nor could he even detect the soldiers he had summoned, and could only watch helplessly as his own soldiers died one by one under the flying blades.

This was only natural, as Xun Yu's head bone came from that ten-thousand-year Spirit Beast, the Spirit of Nature.

This Spirit of Nature, which had no combat power, had put all its abilities into the word "concealment."

Back then, even Nan Feihuang, who had the strength of a Limit Douluo, could not find it. It was only because Dark Qian Renxue played dirty, using her own Fallen Angel Power to pollute the Life Lake, that it was forced out, and Feihuang then seized the opportunity to kill it instantly with his strongest Ninth Soul Skill, Ghost Crying God Howling.

This ten-thousand-year Spirit of Nature head bone brought two soul skills to Xun Yu.

The first was this thick fog, the Fog of Nature, which could summon a large-scale dense fog. Under the cover of the fog, all enemies' vision was obscured, and all aspects of their senses—whether hearing, smell, or even spiritual perception—were reduced by fifty percent.

The second was Xun Yu's current state, Body and Nature, completely hiding himself within nature, his aura being exactly the same as the flowers, trees, wind, clouds, rain, and fog of the valley.

Therefore, neither Qingluan Douluo nor Guangling Douluo could sense him at all.

Perhaps they had sensed him, but they did not know that a certain flower, a certain tree, or even a certain gust of wind or a certain patch of fog they were sensing was actually Xun Yu himself.

Moreover, Xun Yu's soldiers were his summoned objects, considered part of his body, so they could share this soul skill and all merge into nature.

(End of chapter)