Chapter 79: Heaven Dou Empire Army Arrives to Support

"Pass down the order: all defensive lines are to contract, concentrating strength to hold the main defensive line in the North District. All Soul Masters from other defensive lines are to retreat here!"

His voice rolled out like thunder, carrying an unquestionable majesty.

"Yes!" Golden Crocodile Douluo immediately responded, turned, and left quickly to convey the order.

Qian Daoliu's gaze turned toward the distance once more, a trace of coldness flashing in the depths of his eyes. He muttered in a low voice, barely audible, yet carrying a biting chill: "Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, the Clear Sky Sect... do you think you can stay out of this by hiding? No one can escape this catastrophe."

Just then, the figure of Green Phoenix Douluo descended from the sky, wings folded, landing steadily beside Qian Daoliu.

His complexion was slightly pale; clearly, the previous battle had consumed a great deal of his soul power. "Grand Pontiff, the Pope has sent word from the South District. Their defensive line can hold for the time being, but the situation is not optimistic."

"Hmm, then the South District must hold for a few more days. We cannot allow too many Abyssal Creatures to get out."

Qian Daoliu frowned slightly and pondered for a moment; with this decision, he was also minimizing civilian casualties as much as possible.

Hum—

A deafening sound of horns suddenly came from the distance, and immediately after, countless soldiers clad in armor surged forward like a tide, their banners snapping in the wind—it was the reinforcements from the Heaven Dou Empire!

"What use is there in having so many low-level Soul Masters..."

Golden Crocodile Douluo sighed; one hundred thousand soldiers might be enough to pile up and kill a Title Douluo.

Qian Daoliu, however, shook his head. They were currently short on manpower, and the appearance of these soldiers would just happen to lower the mortality rate of the Soul Masters significantly.

Qian Daoliu took a deep breath, his gaze scanning the approaching group of Abyssal Kings as sharply as a hawk.

"They are here!" he whispered, his voice like a blade in the cold wind, permeated with a bone-chilling coldness.

"Grand Pontiff, the Heaven Dou army's defensive line has been arranged." Golden Crocodile Douluo walked over with long strides.

Qian Daoliu nodded, his gaze still fixed on those behemoths in the distance.

"Green Phoenix," Qian Daoliu spoke suddenly, his voice low and powerful, "go and rendezvous with the Title Douluo from the other defensive lines and bring them here as quickly as possible."

Green Phoenix Douluo spread his wings, his figure shooting into the sky like lightning, leaving behind a pale green afterimage.

"Sect Master Ning," Qian Daoliu turned his head to look at Ning Fengzhi, who was standing to the side, "I need your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda to provide full support."

Ning Fengzhi smiled slightly, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in his hand emitting a brilliant seven-colored light. "Rest assured, Senior, I will do my utmost to cooperate."

Qian Daoliu said nothing more, merely closing his eyes slowly, as if sensing something. A moment later, he opened his eyes, a flash of determination in them. "They are here."

In the distance, the group of Abyssal Kings finally moved; their steps were heavy and slow, each one seemingly capable of making the earth tremble.

Qian Daoliu stood at the very front of the defensive line, the golden phantom of an angel standing tall behind him, six wings spread, sacred radiance bathing the earth.

His gaze was like lightning, locking onto the ten slowly approaching figures of the Abyssal Kings.

"Sect Master Ning, I am going to begin!"

Ning Fengzhi smiled slightly, the light from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in his hand flaring brilliantly, seven-colored halos spilling toward Qian Daoliu like flowing water.

"Rest assured, Senior."

Qian Daoliu nodded, feeling the surging soul power within his body, as if it were endless.

The support soul skills of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda had elevated his soul power, speed, and defensive power to the extreme, and even his spiritual power had become sharper.

"Very good." Qian Daoliu whispered, then suddenly looked up, his gaze burning as he stared at the ten Abyssal Kings.

"Come, let me see what kind of abilities you otherworldly creatures truly possess!"

Before his voice had even faded, Qian Daoliu's figure became like a golden bolt of lightning, crossing the sky above the battlefield in the blink of an eye, heading straight for that Abyssal King.

The angel phantom behind him magnified as he moved, its six wings spreading to blot out the sky, the golden light as scorching as the midday sun, stinging people's eyes so they could not look.

"Roar—" The Abyssal King let out a low growl; clad in heavy black armor, it raised its massive battle axe, whipping up a gale as it hacked fiercely toward Qian Daoliu.

Qian Daoliu let out a cold snort and waved his right hand; the Holy Sword in the angel phantom's hand met the battle axe. The golden sword light collided with the pitch-black axe blade, erupting with an earth-shattering roar. The shockwave swept out like a tsunami, instantly overturning the surrounding trees and splitting the ground into several bottomless ravines.

"Mere brute force, and you dare to act wantonly before me!" Qian Daoliu's voice boomed like thunder. His arm exerted sudden force, and the Holy Sword traced a graceful arc, directly knocking the Abyssal King's battle axe aside.

The Abyssal King stumbled backward, and before it could stand steady, Qian Daoliu's figure had already closed in like a ghost. He thrust his left hand out, his five fingers hooked like claws, directly latching onto the Abyssal King's helmet.

"Bluffing!" Qian Daoliu gave a low shout, his palm exerting sudden force. Accompanied by a crisp shattering sound, the Abyssal King's helmet was crushed by him, revealing a hideous face underneath.

A trace of terror flashed in the Abyssal King's eyes, but before it could resist, Qian Daoliu's angel phantom had already raised the Holy Sword high, hacking it down fiercely toward its head.

"Splat—"

The remaining nine Abyssal Kings seemed to receive some signal and immediately retreated to the Shenyuan Liefeng.

Then, they all simultaneously self-destructed in sacrifice.

This scene left everyone dumbfounded.

Following the self-destruction and sacrifice of the nine Abyssal Kings, the entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence.

Those self-destructed Abyssal Kings turned into masses of pitch-black energy, rapidly converging at the Shenyuan Liefeng to form a terrifying energy vortex.

Qian Daoliu's brows were locked tight, his gaze fixed firmly on that rift, a faint sense of unease rising in his heart.

"These guys... what exactly are they doing?" There was a trace of trembling in Golden Crocodile Douluo's voice, clearly also stunned by the scene before him.

Ning Fengzhi stood to the side, the light of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in his hand flickering slightly, his gaze equally grave: "I fear... they are summoning some even more terrifying existence."

Sure enough, no sooner had he spoken than a piercing shriek erupted from the Shenyuan Liefeng, and immediately after, a figure slowly walked out from the rift.

It was a woman, dressed in black leather, two black wings spread behind her back. She was extremely beautiful, with long black hair spread out behind her head like a disc, her eyes filled with a bone-chilling coldness.

Her appearance seemed to plunge the entire battlefield into an ice cellar, the surrounding air instantly turning bone-chillingly cold.

"Such a powerful aura..." Qian Daoliu's voice was low and cold, his gaze burning as he stared at that figure.

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