Star Luo Empire, front line, central command tent.
The atmosphere inside the tent was completely different from the jubilation of a few days ago; it had become unusually oppressive and irritable.
Dai Mubai paced back and forth inside the tent, his handsome face filled with gloom.
He kicked over the brazier beside him, sparks flying, and roared:
"Useless! A bunch of useless trash! The Spirit Hall and Liuli Heaven issued a notice, and they're scared like this? It's just that some spirit beasts died. What's the big deal!"
Since the “Notice of Punishment” was sent to the front lines, morale among the troops has clearly wavered.
Especially those pseudo-soul master legions that Tang San spurred to form, they were originally gathered together because of their greed for power and their fear of Tang San.
Now, the announcement starkly reveals the source of their power and their ultimate fate—to be reduced to mindless monsters.
This has caused many people to feel uneasy and fearful.
More importantly, as more and more bewitched Soul Masters came to join them, their strength increased, but the army's logistical supplies also began to become strained.
"Mu Bai, calm down!"
Flander sat to the side, the newly promoted Cat-Owl Douluo with a furrowed brow.
"Now is not the time to lose our temper. According to intelligence, the allied forces assembled by Ning Liu have already set off and will arrive at the front line in no more than ten days. We must come up with a solution as soon as possible."
"A countermeasure? What other countermeasures are there!"
Dai Mubai scratched his head in frustration. "Of course we should take the initiative and strike while they're still establishing themselves! We have fourteen Title Douluos and an army of ten thousand Soul Masters! Are we really afraid of Ning Liu?"
"No!"
A calm voice rejected his proposal.
The speaker was Yu Xiaogang.
His face was calm, but his eyes were extremely solemn.
"No?"
Dai Mubai looked at him, puzzled. "Why? Our morale is high right now..."
That's just the surface.
Yu Xiaogang shook his head and pointed out incisively,
"The impact of the announcement is greater than you imagine. Our foundation lies with those Soul Masters who are lured here by power."
"Now, Liuli Tian and the Spirit Hall have given them another choice, a 'just' choice. The morale of the army is already unstable."
“More importantly,” Yu Xiaogang’s gaze swept over Yu Luomian, Ma Hongjun, and the others present,
"The enemy's top combat strength has exceeded our expectations."
“Ning Liu and his bodyguard Xu Shi are level 98 Super Douluo. Add to that the Pope Bibi Dong of the Spirit Hall, Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo... Just in terms of combat power above level 95, we are far inferior.”
With each name Yu Xiaogang uttered, the atmosphere in the tent grew heavier.
The arrogance on Dai Mubai's face gradually faded, replaced by a hint of apprehension.
Although he was arrogant, he also knew what a level 99 Limit Douluo meant.
"Then... what should we do?"
Ma Hongjun stammered, "Are we just going to wait for them to attack?"
Lightning flashed in Yu Luomian's eyes as he said in a deep voice:
"Hold your ground and await reinforcements! We have strong city defenses and a numerical advantage."
"As long as we stall for time until the mistress returns, all the problems will be solved!"
"Yes! We'll wait for Tang San to come back!"
Dai Mubai seemed to have found his backbone, and he swung his fist forcefully, "As long as Tang San comes out of seclusion and helps us cultivate, neither Tang Chen nor Bibi Dong will be our match!"
Everyone nodded in agreement; in their hearts, Tang San was an omnipotent god.
As long as he appears, all difficulties will be overcome.
Looking at everyone's blindly optimistic attitude, Yu Xiaogang felt a sense of unease.
He knew Tang San was very strong, but this time the enemy was also stronger than ever before.
Just as everyone inside the tent was discussing how to defend themselves and how to wait for Tang San's triumphant return, the tent curtain was suddenly lifted from the outside without warning.
Two figures appeared at the doorway, backlit by the light.
The tent fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes turned to it.
The person in the lead was tall and slender, with long, dark blue hair that reached his waist.
His left eye was as black as ink, while his right eye was an eerie blood red. Between his eyebrows, a tightly closed red vertical pupil mark emitted a chilling, eerie light.
That domineering, evil, yet all-too-familiar aura made everyone in the tent hold their breath for a moment.
"A mistress...?"
Yu Xiaogang looked at that face that was both familiar and unfamiliar, and his voice trembled slightly.
The person who arrived was none other than Tang San!
He's back!
But at this moment, he was a completely different person from when he left.
If Tang San in the past was a restrained abyss, then he now is a live volcano that could erupt at any moment, exuding the smell of sulfur!
That undisguised evil divinity sent chills down the spines of all the titled Douluo present.
Standing behind him was an exceptionally tall and robust middle-aged man.
He wore simple linen clothes, had dark skin and a rugged face, but his eyes gleamed with a vast and cold pressure that did not match his appearance, like the deep sea.
He simply stood there quietly, and the entire space inside the tent seemed to freeze.
"Teachers, everyone, I'm back."
Tang San spoke, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable authority.
He looked around, taking in the expressions of surprise or awe on everyone's faces.
"brother!"
"Third Brother!"
"Young Master!"
Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and the others reacted and immediately surrounded them in great joy.
"Great! You're finally back!"
Dai Mubai said excitedly, "If you hadn't come back soon, we would have been bullied to the point of being bullied by Ning Liu and his gang!"
"But now that you're back, everything is easy!"
"Let's charge over there and show them who the true masters of the continent are!"
The atmosphere inside the tent instantly shifted from oppressive to fervent with Tang San's return.
Everyone believed that the savior had arrived.
However, Tang San's first words were like a bucket of ice water poured over everyone's heads.
"No."
Tang San slowly walked to the sand table map in the center, his gaze sweeping over the flags representing the two sides, and said calmly:
"We're not fighting anymore."
"We're retreating."
The entire tent fell into a deathly silence once again.
Everyone looked at Tang San as if he were crazy, completely baffled as to why he would issue such an order.
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