The Heavenly Dou Empire had been preparing for this war for two years, training soldiers and stockpiling supplies. Thus, when Xue Ye finally gave the order to march, the 800,000-strong army was ready within less than ten days.
On the Heavenly Dou Plains, the empire's most vast and fertile region, the 800,000 troops were now spread across the land.
The endless sea of soldiers stretched as far as the eye could see, with banners fluttering for hundreds of miles. Although the Douluo Continent was a world of fantasy, the combat power of soul masters was roughly equivalent to that of martial artists in a wuxia setting.
Despite their flashy power systems, the limited soul power within soul masters made it impossible for them to truly contend with a massive army. The two great empires, with their vast armies, still held significant deterrence.
For example, Xue Ye often entertained some outlandish ideas, which stemmed from the confidence his massive army gave him.
On a raised platform, surrounded by civil and military officials, Xue Ye conferred the title of Grand Marshal upon Ge Long, entrusting him with the command of the 800,000-strong army to march south and reclaim all the lost territories of the Heavenly Dou Empire.
Ge Long was brimming with ambition. As the top military figure, his strength was not to be underestimated, possessing the cultivation of a Soul Douluo. In the past, without war, he had not been given significant responsibilities. Now, with war upon them, it was his time to shine.
In front of Xue Ye, Ge Long stood tall and promised that he would reclaim the four kingdoms and one duchy that originally belonged to the Heavenly Dou Empire, push the front lines to the vicinity of Spirit City, and establish the might of the Heavenly Dou Empire across the continent.
With that, Ge Long led the army south. The 800,000 troops moved like a giant dragon, passing through the Jialing Pass and entering the territory of the Spirit Empire—formerly the Kingdom of Silves and the Kingdom of Higrand.
The army achieved victory after victory, capturing cities and reclaiming territories without resistance. Small victories came every three days, and major victories every five. Reports of success flew back to the empire like snowflakes.
After all, the Spirit Empire had been established for less than a month, and its internal affairs were in complete disarray. The various kingdoms were not unified and could not be consolidated into a cohesive force. Facing Ge Long's 800,000-strong army, which was at the peak of its morale, they were like eggs hitting a rock.
As for soul masters, unless their numbers reached a certain threshold, they would only be trampled underfoot by such a massive army.
Ge Long was filled with pride. After capturing a city or reclaiming a territory, he would leave behind ten thousand or several thousand soldiers to garrison it and immediately continue southward, paying no heed to how deep he was advancing into enemy territory.
In just one month, he led the army to the Limar Plains of the Balak Kingdom. After a fierce battle, they captured Suotuo City, with their forces now pointing directly at Spirit City, the capital of the Spirit Empire.
However, as expected, the unexpected happened!
An equally endless army surrounded them from all sides, bearing the banners of the Spirit Empire. Clearly, after a month of adaptation, the Spirit Empire had also organized a massive army.
On the Limar Plains, the two vast armies faced each other, filling the entire plain. The atmosphere was so tense that wild beasts dared not emerge, and birds dared not land.
Within the military formation, Ning Fengzhi felt something was amiss. Unless they were absolutely confident, the newly established Spirit Empire, with its hastily assembled ragtag army, would never dare to face the well-trained regular army of the Heavenly Dou Empire.
Using a technique to transmit his voice, he spoke to the Sword Douluo, who was by his side to protect him:
"Uncle Sword, something feels off. If anything unexpected happens later, don't force yourself to fight. Just ensure the safe retreat of our clan's disciples."
The Sword Douluo, his black hair flowing, was not just physically rejuvenated to his prime of thirty or forty years old. Free from old injuries, his vitality surged, and he had recently been attempting to break through to the 98th rank.
Hearing Ning Fengzhi's words, he nodded and replied.
"Understood."
At this moment, Ge Long stood beneath two large banners—one bearing the characters for "Heavenly Dou" and the other his own name.
Narrowing his eyes, he scanned the opposing army and let out a disdainful laugh, not bothering to hide his contempt.
Could this even be called an army?
Their formation was loose, their appearance sloppy, and their armor was a hodgepodge of different styles. It was clearly a ragtag force.
But suddenly, a figure rose into the sky, and a terrifying aura spread out. It was Bibi Dong, clad in the Rakshasa God Armor, wielding the Rakshasa Scythe. Ten soul rings appeared around her—six black, three red, and one golden.
Her voice, amplified by the wind and carried by the airwaves, spread rapidly, echoing in the ears of everyone within a radius of ten, even a hundred miles:
"Those who dare defy the might of a god shall perish! The Heavenly Dou Empire shall be destroyed!"
With that, Bibi Dong swung the Rakshasa Scythe, releasing a massive purple-black crescent blade that tore through space, arriving almost instantly. It ripped a huge gap in the Heavenly Dou Empire's formation, and wherever it passed, regardless of the level of soul power, everyone was instantly torn to pieces.
This included Ge Long and the two banners representing his identity. His Soul Douluo cultivation was like an ant before Bibi Dong.
One moment, he was sneering in disdain; the next, he was torn to shreds in terror.
Even though Bibi Dong was a god, she didn't have the strength to slaughter hundreds of thousands of people. After demonstrating the might of a god by killing the enemy commander, she stood in the sky and shouted:
"Soldiers of the Spirit Empire, charge! Slaughter the enemy! In the name of the Rakshasa God, I grant you glory, wealth, and status!"
"Kill!"
Instantly, having witnessed the might of a god, the soldiers of the Spirit Empire erupted into a deafening roar. They were fanatical, fearless, and charged forward with all their might.
In contrast, the soldiers of the Heavenly Dou Empire were ashen-faced. While they could have resisted Bibi Dong if they united, the thought of facing a god stripped them of all courage, boldness, and fighting spirit…
Not everyone had the courage to fight a god. The Heavenly Dou Empire's formation, stretching over a hundred miles, collapsed almost instantly. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers scattered across the Limar Plains, killing each other, trampling one another… Countless fled in panic like headless flies.
"Bibi Dong!"
Yu Xiaogang's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Bibi Dong, who stood high in the sky, looking down on all living beings as a god. Besides hatred and resentment, he also felt deep envy. He longed for such power.
With the army in disarray, there was nothing he could do. Flender and Liu Erlong protected Yu Xiaogang as they turned and fled.
Under Bibi Dong's leadership, the ragtag army of the Spirit Empire pursued relentlessly. The Heavenly Dou Empire's forces suffered heavy casualties, with corpses littering the ground and countless soldiers scattered, never to regroup.
Jialing Pass!
Finally catching their breath, Yu Xiaogang, Flender, and Liu Erlong suddenly realized that Bibi Dong had led her army in pursuit.
"Flender, Liu Erlong, Golden Light Transformation!"
Though bitter, Flender and Liu Erlong summoned their martial souls and channeled their soul power into Yu Xiaogang's Luo Sanpao.
"Roar!"
A deafening roar echoed across the land as a massive Golden Holy Dragon appeared above Jialing Pass. Facing Bibi Dong and the Spirit Empire's army, it let out a heart-wrenching cry:
"Bibi Dong, must you really annihilate us completely?"
A flicker of emotion appeared in Bibi Dong's cold eyes. Seeing the Golden Holy Dragon and hearing the familiar voice, her heart softened slightly. She said in a deep voice:
"Xiaogang, even with your unparalleled wisdom, you cannot save the Heavenly Dou Empire from me. Today, for your sake, the Spirit Empire's army will halt at Jialing Pass."
"After I destroy the Star Luo Empire, I will lead my army north again. If the Heavenly Dou Emperor surrenders then, we can avoid further bloodshed. Otherwise, I will unify the continent through war."
With that, Bibi Dong led the Spirit Empire's army in a gradual retreat, truly not attacking Jialing Pass.
Inside Jialing Pass, everyone, including Yu Xiaogang, breathed a sigh of relief. Yu Xiaogang's heart burned with indignation:
Why did it come to this? I was supposed to lead the Heavenly Dou Empire's 800,000-strong army to crush Spirit Hall and kill Bibi Dong!
Instead, I had to rely on my past ties with Bibi Dong to secure a sliver of survival. If only my disciple, Tang San, had returned from Sea God Island. If he had become a god, everything would have been reversed. It would have been Bibi Dong begging for mercy.
(End of Chapter)
Word Count: 1,555
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