The Soul Douluo were terrified, even the Saint Dragon Douluo's spirit trembled.
He did not want to face Ye Yu; facing Ye Yu, he couldn't even unleash his own martial soul. As for swapping with other Titled Douluo to deal with Ye Yu, the Saint Dragon Douluo felt that as long as he was on this battlefield, he couldn't unleash his martial soul.
At this moment, the battle situation was clear; although the Saint Dragon Douluo's power was level ninety-four, and in terms of strength, he was completely above Ye Yu and was not someone Ye Yu could deal with, Ye Yu completely restrained him.
Ye Yu could restrain support type and artifact martial souls, but the biggest restraint was on dragon-type martial soul masters. In front of him, they couldn't even unleash their martial soul.
The commander of the Martial Soul Hall army, also a level eighty-nine Soul Douluo, had already lost the will to fight, gravely said to the Saint Dragon Douluo, "Should we retreat?"
This loss was too severe, twenty thousand Martial Soul Hall soul masters died, ten thousand of whom were killed by Ye Yu. They stood no chance against Ye Yu, and in the Titled Douluo battlefield, they were at a disadvantage.
Originally, victory was assured, but now it was not.
The Saint Dragon Douluo's face was ugly, "Retreat? Because of him alone?"
Retreating because of one Soul Emperor was a great humiliation for the Martial Soul Hall.
The commander was terrified, "He's not human; he's the Child of Apocalypse. One domain, one sword, everyone died. Saint Dragon Elder, can't you see?"
In front, the huge abyss was filled with fallen dust and rubble, and beneath the dust lay countless dismembered corpses, with too many dismembered parts still exposed. Heads stained with blood, hands and feet stained with blood, half emerged from the ground, and looking ahead, this scene more terrifying than hell made them shudder.
But still, how could they retreat? Retreating meant that Martial Soul Hall had lost, did not destroy the two major sects, and suffered such heavy losses.
The Saint Dragon Douluo said in a deep voice, "We cannot retreat! Attack together, focus on delaying! Send the message back, no need to send soul masters below Titled Douluo level."
The commander nodded solemnly, "Yes, I'll spread the word immediately; after the previous report, the Second Honored Guest Elder is already on the way."
The Saint Dragon Douluo's eyes flashed coldly, "That's good, but it's not enough. Request to send another Titled Douluo, if another one comes, not only can we annihilate the two major sects, but also destroy this Ye Yu!"
One Titled Douluo coming, even though it's the Second Honored Guest Elder, entering the Titled Douluo battlefield and letting the Ghost Leopard Douluo come could only end in a draw at best, but if another Titled Douluo joins, the advantage of the battlefield would absolutely turn back to Martial Soul Hall. If Great Tributor Honored Guest Elder Qian Daoliu came, Saint Dragon Douluo believed the Titled Douluo from the two major sects, Ye Yu, and all disciples from the two major sects would die.
Only this could justify their losses. A direct retreat would mean losing too much.
The aura of the Realm of Apocalypse had already dissipated, the three level eighty-nine Soul Douluo and the Saint Dragon Douluo stared fixedly at Ye Yu.
One of the Soul Douluo was a support type, strengthening their state, greatly boosting the power of the two level eighty-nine ones. Originally, Saint Dragon Douluo was the strongest, but unable to unleash a martial soul, he was equivalent to an eighty-five level one.
This left him extremely frustrated; why did the Apocalypse Black Dragon have to suppress dragon-type martial souls so completely?
Ye Yu stepped forward, releasing the Slaying God Domain. Originally, the support's empowerment gave them some reassurance, but as the Slaying God Domain spread, their strength instantly decreased by eighteen percent, causing their hearts to sink. Especially the terrifying murderous intent made every single one of them have their hair stand on end, their bodies and hearts feeling as though soaked in a freezing pond.
Ye Yu moved, with no flashy attacks, he raised the Unbeatable and swept outward.
No attack soul techniques, but relying on his own strength was enough.
Imbuing every state upon himself, under the Origin of Evil state, the Dragon Claw combined with Unbeatable, Ye Yu's power was already as formidable as a level ninety-one strong attack type Soul Douluo.
At this moment, in the Titled Douluo battle, the Sword Douluo and three Titled Douluo completely suppressed the opposing six Titled Douluos. Ju Douluo and the others wanted to deal with Ning Fengzhi first, but couldn't even approach, tightly entangled by the Sword Douluo, unable to find an opportunity.
Though Ye Yu was merely a Soul Emperor, the attributes he empowered exceeded Ning Fengzhi's enhancements, and significantly so. This confirmed that Ye Yu, only a Soul Emperor now, had auxiliary abilities that already surpassed Ning Fengzhi, making Ye Yu the continent's premier Support Soul Master! Nine Spirits Black Begonia the continent's greatest Support Martial Soul!
In this regard, Ning Fengzhi completely agreed, Ye Yu's auxiliary abilities had already fully exceeded his level seventy-nine self, even if his daughter Rongrong became a Titled Douluo in the future, her support abilities could never match Ye Yu's.
Facing the three Soul Douluo and Saint Dragon Douluo, Ye Yu swept out with Unbeatable, causing an earth-shattering roar, the ground in front erupting like a tsunami again.
The level eighty-nine Defensive Soul Douluo was at the forefront with his defense type artifact martial soul, unfolding a colossal silver shield a hundred meters tall.
Boom!!!
Earth-shattering rumbling echoed, the clouds above dispersed in an instant, and the skies were clear.
Crack crack crack crack...
Piercing sounds of shattering incessantly rang out, and with a single snap it broke, terrifying power swept forth, strong attack type Soul Douluo and Saint Dragon Douluo behind, attacking with full force.
However, there was no stalemate, all four were sent flying.
Miserable screams, spurting blood in torrents, the four instantaneously severely injured, faces pallid.
Even with the strongest defensive soul skill of the Defensive Soul Douluo blocking, and with the subsequent two's full force attack, they couldn't fully offset the power; it only offset sixty percent, while the remaining forty was enough to gravely injure them all.
Ye Yu transformed into a flickering black light beside the airborne Saint Dragon Douluo, targeting the first to kill, after all, a Titled Douluo completely restrained by him, unable to unleash a martial soul, naturally was to be killed, thus inflicting a greater loss upon Martial Soul Hall!
With tens of thousands of soul masters dead, Martial Soul Hall could cultivate a new batch over time, but killing a Titled Douluo wasn't something trivial to cultivate, considering the entire continent's Titled Douluos were just so few.
The airborne Saint Dragon Douluo's body was in pain, but being a beast martial soul, still a dragon type, his body remained robust, his consciousness intact. Seeing Ye Yu swiftly approach his side, panic instantly gripped his heart.
Close-up, gazing at Ye Yu's sinister face was like the God of Death himself descending and fixing his gaze upon him.
Ye Yu's speed was akin to a level ninety-one agile attack type Titled Douluo, leaving the unable-to-use-full-strength Saint Dragon Douluo with no time to do anything.
Boom!!
Ye Yu's Dragon Claw gripped the Unbeatable as the wailing cries of ghosts echoed around, the massive black blade ruthlessly slammed into the chest of the Saint Dragon Douluo.
The Saint Dragon Douluo, sent flying, immediately soared towards one side, the remaining shadow forming a straight line.
The Saint Dragon Douluo spewed blood mixed with broken organs, his mind buzzing in chaos, consciousness nearly collapsing.
Whoosh!
Ye Yu suddenly appeared above him, his pupils shrank in terror, every muscle of his body, every nerve trembling in fear, he quivered, "Don't... don't kill me..."
He didn't want to die, especially being killed by a Soul Emperor, although he was the Child of Apocalypse, he was still only level sixty-nine.
Ye Yu's face was indifferent, raising the Unbeatable.
However, a furious shout resounded from afar, a terrifying aura pressed towards Ye Yu, causing his mind and body to tremble.
"Stop!"
A golden figure flashed over a distance of thousands of meters in an instant; it was the Second Honored Guest Elder, Golden Crocodile Douluo, who upon seeing this scene, glared furiously.
Still, Ye Yu didn't halt his action, the Unbeatable struck down fiercely!
Boom!!!
"Aaaargh!!!"
In the desperate and piercing scream, the Saint Dragon Douluo fell directly into the depths, not knowing how deep he fell, the surrounding earth collapsed.
Thousands of meters underground, the Saint Dragon Douluo's body was already shattered and couldn't be any deader, becoming the most tragic Titled Douluo.
Despite his power being above Ye Yu, due to the Apocalypse Black Dragon, he couldn't unleash his Martial Soul and was killed by Ye Yu.
Seeing this, the Second Honored Guest was enraged, Martial Soul Hall had lost another Titled Douluo, and it was again because of Ye Yu!
"Second Honored Guest, leave Ye Yu to me, you handle the others," spoke the Ghost Leopard Douluo.
Even though the Second Honored Guest was furious, he quickly assessed the situation and switched with the Ghost Leopard Douluo.
Instantly, the battle between Titled Douluo, Martial Soul Hall, and the Two Major Sects was evenly matched, Ye Yu facing the Ghost Leopard Douluo.
Meanwhile, at Martial Soul Hall.
A spy rushed in, panic-stricken.
"Report!! Your Holiness the Pope! Something terrible has happened!"
Bibi Dong's brows furrowed: "What is it? Has Ye Yu reached the battlefield?"
"Ye... Yes, and our Soul Masters have instantly died en masse, only Titled Douluo remain at the scene with three Level 89 Soul Douluo; apart from that, all our Martial Soul Hall Soul Masters are dead!"
"What?!" Hearing this, Bibi Dong's face greatly changed.
At Bibi Dong's side, Qian Daoliu looked equally shocked.
Bibi Dong was heartbroken, the loss was too great.
"What's going on? Who did this?"
"I... I don't know, the message we received is like this, and there's a request to send another Titled Douluo to the battlefield to turn the tide!"
Bibi Dong was astonished, and the Second Honored Guest had already gone, could the battle situation still not be reversed?
"What's happening?" Bibi Dong's expression was extremely heavy.
The spy, incredulous, said: "According to the reports, tens of thousands of Martial Soul Hall Soul Masters died almost instantly. Observers from afar who monitored the war reported that they saw the area suddenly turn dark, black gas spread out, followed by deafening screams of agony."
Hearing what the spy said, Bibi Dong's face drastically changed: "Is it... the Realm of Apocalypse? Could it be..."
The spy was anxious: "Your Holiness the Pope, please send another Titled Douluo, according to the messages, as long as we dispatch one more, we can win; otherwise, the losses would be too great. The message says, it's best if the Great Tributor goes!"
Bibi Dong waved her hand, and the spy retreated.
Bibi Dong solemnly looked at Qian Daoliu, her brow tightly knitted: "I didn't expect it to turn out like this, the situation reversing in an instant; originally, I wanted the Great Tributor to hold back until the offensive against Vast Heaven Sect, but now Martial Soul Hall's trump card must act. Great Tributor, you should go support!"
However, at that moment, Qian Daoliu was not proactive at all.
Qian Daoliu's expression became serious, and he said earnestly: "I suddenly realized the opportunity for breakthrough. I must seize the chance to enter seclusion and comprehend this; I can't miss such an excellent opportunity. It's such a pity, although I really want to go and support and turn the tide, a breakthrough to God is far more important than defeating the Two Major Sects."
With those words, Qian Daoliu hurriedly took his leave, turning away, vanishing from the Pope Hall in the blink of an eye.
Bibi Dong:"..."