Xingluo Empire, front line, central army tent.
The atmosphere in the tent was completely different from the joy and excitement a few days ago. It became extremely depressed and irritable.
Dai Mubai paced back and forth in the tent, his handsome face full of gloom.
He kicked over the brazier next to him, causing sparks to fly, and roared angrily:
"Trash! A bunch of trash! Wuhundian and Liulitian issued a notice, and they were frightened like this? Wasn't it just that some soul beasts died? What's the big deal!"
Since the "Notice of Rebellion" was spread to the front line, the morale of the military has obviously fluctuated.
Especially the legions of pseudo-soul masters spawned by Tang San. They were originally gathered by their greed for power and fear of Tang San.
Now, the announcement nakedly reveals the source of their power and their ultimate fate - becoming mindless monsters.
This has shaken and frightened many people.
More importantly, as more and more bewitched soul masters came to defect to the army, while their strength became stronger, the army's logistical supplies also began to become stretched.
"Mubai, calm down!"
Flanders sat aside, the newly promoted Cat Eagle Douluo frowned,
"Now is not the time to lose your temper. According to the intelligence, the coalition formed by Ning Liu has already set off, and will arrive at the front line in less than ten days at most. We must come up with countermeasures as soon as possible."
"Countermeasures? What other countermeasures are there!"
Dai Mubai scratched his hair irritably, "Of course we take the initiative to attack while they are still on a weak footing! We have fourteen titled Douluo and an army of ten thousand soul masters! Are we still afraid that he will die alone?"
"No!"
A steady voice rejected his proposal.
It was Yu Xiaogang who spoke.
His face was calm, but his eyes were extremely solemn.
"The impact of the announcement is greater than you think. Our foundation is those soul masters who were tempted by power."
"Now, Liulitian and Wuhundian have given them another choice, a 'just' choice. The morale of the military is already unstable."
"More importantly," Yu Xiaogang's eyes swept across the scene. Yu Luo Mian, Ma Hongjun and others,
"The other party's top combat power exceeded our expectations."
"Ning Liu and the guard Xu Shi beside him are ninety-eighth level super Douluo, plus Pope Bibi Dong of Wuhun Palace, Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo... We are far inferior to those with combat power above level ninety-five."
Every time Yu Xiaogang said a name, the atmosphere in the tent became heavier.
The arrogant look on Dai Mubai's face gradually faded away, replaced by a trace of fear.
Although he is conceited, he also knows what level ninety-nine Ultimate Douluo means.
"Then... what should we do?"
Ma Hongjun stuttered and asked, "Are we just waiting for them to come over?"
Yu Luomian's eyes flashed with lightning, and he said in a deep voice:
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"Hold tight and wait for reinforcements! We have strong city defenses and a numerical advantage."
"As long as we wait until Xiao San comes back, all problems will be solved!"
"Yes! Wait until Tang San comes back!"
Dai Mubai seemed to have found his backbone, and punched hard, "As long as Tang San comes out of seclusion and helps us practice, neither Tang Chen nor Bibi Dong will be our opponent!"
Everyone nodded. In their hearts, Tang San was the omnipotent god.
As long as he appears, all difficulties will be eliminated.
Yu Xiaogang looked at the blind optimism of everyone, but felt a little uneasy in his heart.
He knew that Tang San was very strong, but this time the enemy was also unprecedentedly powerful.
While everyone in the tent was busy discussing how to defend themselves and how to wait for King Tang San to return, the curtain of the tent was opened from the outside without any warning.
Two figures appeared at the door against the light.
The tent instantly became quiet, and everyone's eyes turned to it.
The first person was a man with a slender figure and long dark blue hair hanging down to his waist.
His left eye was as dark as ink, but his right eye was a strange blood red. Between his eyebrows, there was a closed red vertical pupil mark, emitting a palpitating light.
That overbearing, evil and extremely familiar aura made everyone in the tent stop breathing in an instant.
"Xiao...Xiaosan?"
Yu Xiaogang's voice was trembling as he looked at that familiar yet unfamiliar face.
The person coming is none other than Tang San!
He is back!
But at this moment, he is a completely different person than when he left.
If Tang San was a restrained abyss before, then now he is an active volcano that may erupt at any time, exuding the smell of sulfur!
That unabashed evil divinity made all the titled Douluo present feel trembling with fear.
The person standing behind him was an unusually tall middle-aged man.
He was wearing simple linen clothes, with dark skin and a rough face, but his eyes shone with a coercion as vast and cold as the deep sea that was inconsistent with his appearance.
He just stood there quietly, making the entire space in the tent seem to have solidified.
"Teacher, everyone, I'm back."
Tang San spoke, his voice was calm, but it carried an unquestionable dignity.
He looked around, taking in everyone's expressions of surprise or awe.
"Brother!"
"Third brother!"
"Great! You're finally back!"
Dai Mubai said excitedly, "If you don't come back, we'll all be bullied to death by Ning Liu's gang!"
h Now that you're back, everything will be easier!"
"Let's kill them now and let them know who is the master of the continent!"
The atmosphere in the tent instantly turned from depression to enthusiasm due to Tang San's return.
Everyone believes that the savior has arrived.
However, the first words Tang San said were like a basin of ice water poured on everyone's heads.
Everyone looked at Tang San as if he were looking at a madman, completely confused as to why he would issue such an order.