Chapter 76: The Abyssal Tide Begins, the Great War Commences!

Three days later, at the edge of the Sunset Forest.

The sky was obscured by thick, heavy clouds, and a stifling atmosphere permeated the air. Countless Soul Master legions and armies arrived from all directions, gathering in a vast, imposing force on the outskirts of the forest.

Banners snapped in the wind, armor glinted with a cold light under the dim sunlight, and the sound of footsteps intertwined with low murmurs, creating an intangible sense of oppression.

The Spirit Hall's Soul Master legion arrived first, their neat and uniform ranks resembling a solid city wall, with golden angel emblems shining brilliantly on their breastplates.

Qian Daoliu stood at the very front, hands behind his back, his gaze fixed like a torch upon the dark, gloomy forest in the distance.

There was not a trace of expression on his face, only an indescribable sharpness emanating from his eyes.

"Things seem to be more troublesome than imagined..."

"Have those two Soul Beasts still not been contacted?"

Qian Daoliu tilted his head slightly, his voice low and cold.

A Spirit Hall scout dressed in black robes hurried forward, knelt on one knee with his forehead pressed to the ground, his tone hurried and respectful. "Grand Pontiff, the scouts sent out have yet to return. After all, that is the depths of the Star Dou Great Forest... I fear the worst."

Qian Daoliu's gaze narrowed slightly, a cold glint flashing between his brows. "Continue the investigation, and have a portion of the Cardinals follow you to act together."

"Yes!" The scout rose quickly and vanished into the crowd.

Golden Crocodile Douluo stepped forward, his expression grave, a hint of anxiety in his eyes. "Grand Pontiff, is it necessary to send Title Douluo into the depths of the Star Dou Great Forest? I fear that relying solely on these people..."

Qian Daoliu was silent for a moment, his gaze still locked on the depths of that pitch-black forest, as if he wanted to tear that shadow apart. "No need."

"The attacks from the otherworldly creatures have become increasingly frequent these past few days."

In these three days, several Abyssal Creatures no weaker than Heihuang had already appeared, which gave even Qian Daoliu a bad premonition.

Moreover, the Sunset Forest was vast in scope; for the Spirit Hall to simply surround it required many Title Douluo to be stationed nearby.

There was simply no spare capacity to dispatch a Title Douluo.

Creatures like Heihuang required top-tier Spirit Douluo or even Title Douluo levels to defeat.

Just then, a sharp cry came from the sky, and a massive cyan-blue bird dove down; the airflow stirred up by its wings caused the surrounding soldiers to retreat one after another.

The bird landed and transformed into a slender man; it was the Third Pontiff, Green Phoenix Douluo.

"Grand Pontiff," the Third Pontiff, Green Phoenix Douluo, stepped forward quickly, his expression gloomy. "The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Heaven Dou Imperial Family have both replied; they have already sent people to support us, but..." He paused, a flash of sarcasm in his eyes. "The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family has yet to arrive. It is said they have already begun recalling their clansmen from outside and are preparing to seal their mountain."

Qian Daoliu let out a cold snort, the chill in his eyes intensifying.

Qian Daoliu's palms slowly clenched, his knuckles emitting a faint creaking sound, as if he were suppressing the rage in his heart. He looked up at the sky, which was gradually being swallowed by dark clouds, and a cold sneer curled the corner of his mouth.

"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family... Heh, it is indeed their usual style." He said in a low voice, his tone as sharp as an ice blade.

Green Phoenix Douluo frowned slightly, his tone carrying a hint of probing. "Grand Pontiff, should we send someone to 'remind' them?"

Qian Daoliu shook his head, his gaze still fixed on the distant forest depths. "Do not waste energy on them. There is a more troublesome matter now."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a noisy commotion suddenly erupted in the distance.

Qian Daoliu's gaze suddenly sharpened; his perception instantly expanded, detecting a powerful and chaotic energy surging out from the depths of the Sunset Forest.

"That energy has appeared again!" Qian Daoliu's voice was low and cold.

This energy surged in all directions like a tide; ordinary Soul Masters could not withstand the impact of this energy at all.

"On guard!" Qian Daoliu's voice boomed like thunder, instantly spreading throughout the entire camp.

All the Soul Masters quickly formed ranks, Soul Rings flickered, martial souls were released, and a tense atmosphere permeated the air.

Golden Crocodile Douluo and Green Phoenix Douluo each stood their ground, their eyes fixed tightly on the depths of the forest, their hands gripping their respective martial souls.

A wave of black energy swept over from the depths of the forest, rushing toward the crowd like a tsunami.

Several weaker Soul Masters were instantly knocked back, spitting blood from their mouths, and fell to the ground unable to move.

Fortunately, the distance was sufficient, and the energy of the Abyssal Tide gradually receded under the resistance of the several Title Douluo.

However, the next moment, dense shadows surged out from within the forest like a tide.

They varied in form; some had bodies as huge as hills, their skin covered in hard scales, with thick limbs and tails that lashed like whips; some were slender, like ghosts, their six sharp claws slicing through the air and leaving behind trails of cold light; others had twisted bodies, as if they were the manifestation of nightmares in the darkness, exuding a nauseating stench.

Various otherworldly creatures launched their attacks in rapid succession.

"They are here!" Qian Daoliu's voice echoed in the air, carrying an unquestionable majesty. "Everyone, prepare for battle!"

The Spirit Hall's Soul Master legion quickly formed ranks, golden Soul Rings shining on everyone, and the fluctuations of soul power stacked up like ocean waves, forming an indestructible line of defense.

Qian Daoliu stood at the very front, his hands slowly raised, and nine Soul Rings emerged behind him, emitting a dazzling light.

"Third Soul Skill, Angelic Wings!" Qian Daoliu shouted in a low voice, and a pair of massive golden wings suddenly unfurled behind him; sacred radiance flowed over the wings, as if they could purify all evil.

At the same time, the tide of Abyssal Creatures had already closed in.

Charging at the very front was a group of creatures resembling giant wolves; their limbs were thick, their fangs were exposed, and they spat black flames from their mouths.

These creatures were extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, they had charged to the front of the Soul Master legion's formation.

"First echelon, release soul skills!" Golden Crocodile Douluo's voice rang out like thunder.

Instantly, countless soul skills erupted from the Soul Master legion; fire, frost, lightning, and storms intertwined to form a destructive energy barrier.

The Abyssal Creatures charging at the front were instantly submerged, letting out shrill wails as their bodies turned to ash under the bombardment of the soul skills.

However, the number of Abyssal Creatures was simply too great, and they charged forward one after another.

Their attacks were devoid of any formation, yet filled with madness and a desire for destruction. Some powerful Abyssal Creatures were even able to withstand the bombardment of soul skills and continue their charge.

"Second echelon, move up!" Qian Daoliu's voice sounded again; his gaze was like a torch, and the golden longsword in his hand had already been unsheathed, sacred light flowing along the blade.

(End of chapter)