Guo Zhenfeng believed his brilliant strategy—both offensive and defensive—was flawless. However, before the overwhelming force of nature, it was utterly meaningless.
The avalanche struck too fast, too suddenly. It wasn't until it completely buried several major cities built by humans in the northern frontier—such as Dragon City and other populated settlements—that it finally lost momentum.
"Pfft! Pfft..."
Among the hundred thousand troops of the Northern Legion and the countless human soul masters residing in the northern frontier, only a handful of battle armor masters and mecha pilots managed to break free from the thick layers of snow, relying on their extraordinary individual strength.
However, each one of them was heavily wounded. In the extreme cold, their bodily functions plummeted to freezing levels, and the surface of their skin was covered in frostbitten ulcers.
Less than a hundred mecha pilots and battle armor masters, dragging their severely weakened bodies, fled south without looking back.
They had no more energy to care about anything else—not even Guo Zhenfeng, a Super Douluo.
Because...
"Roar—"
Beastly roars thundered through the sky, stirring up waves of snow. Hundreds of ten-thousand-year soul beasts, led by several hundred-thousand-year-old ice-attribute beast kings, charged down from the peaks of the Extreme North.
They outnumbered their enemies, overpowered them, and attacked while at full strength—against humans who were already gravely injured. The outcome was self-evident.
Scarlet streaks of blood splashed through the air, dyeing the snow crimson.
Gradually, only Guo Zhenfeng and a few battle armor masters remained, resisting while desperately fleeing.
Even with the leadership of hundred-thousand-year-old beast kings and numerous ten-thousand-year soul beasts, it was still difficult to kill a Super Douluo clad in three-word battle armor within a short period.
Even when a beast's claws were about to strike his vital points, Guo Zhenfeng's personal guards would throw themselves in the way, sacrificing their lives for him.
Just as he was about to escape the region devastated by the snow disaster, a surge of relief filled his heart.
At that moment, a sword light descended from the north, illuminating the heavens and the earth.
"Slash!"
The sound of the blade slicing through the air cut short Guo Zhenfeng's feeling of having survived a calamity—and also ended his life.
"Huff... huff..."
In the distance, Xueling sat atop the soft, furry back of a hundred-thousand-year Ice Bear King. Her delicate face was deathly pale, completely drained of color, as if her body had been utterly exhausted. The sword she had just unleashed had pushed her to her absolute limit.
Unleashing the greatest snowstorm in the history of the Extreme North was by no means a simple task, and it had come at a great cost.
But to Xueling, it was all worth it.
The Northern Legion, which had besieged the Extreme North for thousands of years, was completely annihilated today!
She had finally achieved her vision—allowing the soul beasts of the Extreme North to roam freely across the vast snowy plains.
Though exhaustion and joy clashed within her, Xueling still gazed toward the core of the battlefield at Dragon City, where dark clouds loomed ominously over the city, silently praying for Di Tian.
Speaking of Di Tian, among the four major battlefronts—the Star Dou Great Forest, the Extreme North, the ocean, and the land—the easiest front to fight on was undoubtedly the ocean.
The ocean was simply too vast, and the number of sea soul beasts was many times greater than that of land soul beasts.
The powerful mermaid princess led 20% of the sea soul beasts against the Dou Ling Empire's navy.
The terrifying octopus beast led another 20% against the Star Luo Empire's naval forces.
Meanwhile, the sea princess herself led 60% of the sea soul beasts in a direct assault on the most formidable naval power—the Sun-Moon Federation.
Each of these three fronts had over a hundred thousand sea soul beasts participating.
Furthermore, over 70% of humanity's top combat forces and elite military units were completely preoccupied with battling Di Tian.
Even though humans were aware of the impending disaster at sea and the inevitable beast tide, they simply couldn't spare any reinforcements.
Or rather, the importance humans placed on the ocean versus the land was on two completely different levels.
Losing control of the ocean meant losing some resources, but losing control of the land meant losing their very foundation for survival.
Thus, under the relentless onslaught of massive tsunamis and swirling oceanic tornadoes, one warship after another, even aircraft carriers, were completely capsized.
The human soul masters stationed aboard were dragged down into the depths of the ocean, perishing alongside their vessels.
Within the opening moments of the war, before any top-tier powerhouses could intervene, the navies of the three major human nations were nearly wiped out.
Along the vast coastlines of the three continents, plumes of smoke and raging fires could be seen everywhere—these were the remaining defensive fortifications of humanity's coastal garrisons.
In these areas, sea soul beasts faced considerable resistance.
For most sea soul beasts, land combat was not their forte.
They could only painstakingly chip away at the defenses, reclaiming their coastal wetlands and other habitats one by one.
After a few of their mobile soul engineer regiments were lured out and devoured, the humans withdrew into their fortified defenses of soul devices, refusing to venture out. This resulted in a strategic stalemate—a tug-of-war between both sides.
Everything now depended on the outcome of a single battlefield.
The war between the Beast God Di Tian and humanity's top-tier combat forces.
If Di Tian won, the reclaimed territories of the soul beasts would be secured; if he lost, they would suffer humanity's most severe retaliation.
On this decisive battlefield, the battle raged on intensely, with the skies in constant flux.
Dark clouds roiled ominously, and the metallic clang of weapons clashing echoed endlessly.
A streak of inky-black sword light extended infinitely in all directions, nearly tearing the heavens asunder.
The Black Dragon Sword!With a single slash, it pierced through the military formations composed of several soul engineer regiments from the Southern Legion.
The massive energy barrier, strong enough to withstand an attack from a pseudo-god, barely put up any resistance.
Wherever the Black Dragon Sword's energy swept past, entire legions of soul engineers were wiped out. Yet, with their well-honed military discipline, the troops quickly reformed their battle formations.
One after another, four-word battle armor masters immediately repositioned themselves to provide support.
In that fleeting moment, Di Tian's blazing dragon flames shattered the sealed heavens, which had been locked down by eight Limit Douluos working together. Two massive black dragon claws tore through the sky.
One claw grasped the void of spacetime.The other held the essence of ultimate darkness.
Both claws struck, killing the last two remaining Limit Douluos from the Spirit Pagoda—Qian Gu Dongfeng and Leng Yaozhu.
As for the Spirit Pagoda's final hidden Limit Douluo, who had owed Qian Gu Dieting an immense favor, he had launched a frenzied assault against Di Tian at the very start of the battle—only to become the first Limit Douluo to fall.
Below, the human armies did not sit idly by. After all, every Limit Douluo was a critical strategic asset—letting Di Tian continue his slaughter was unacceptable.
At the level of an entire army's coordinated attack, seven Mother-Son Soul-Chasing Cannon Shells locked onto Di Tian and fired.
These shells were modified from two Grade-9 fixed soul-guided cannon shells, their power rated at the level of a Grade-10 fixed soul-guided shell.
Developed by the Tang Sect's technology division and obtained by the Sun-Moon Federation at a high cost.
Each Mother-Son Soul-Chasing Cannon Shell carried the full destructive power of a pseudo-god's all-out strike.
In addition to the seven army regiments launching these devastating weapons, numerous Limit Douluos also unleashed their own powerful abilities.
However, one thing remained constant—every single attack was ranged.
The explosive range of the Mother-Son Soul-Chasing Cannon Shells was simply too vast. Even Limit Douluos were unwilling to endure their power.
In fact, some of the long-range attacks from ordinary Title Douluos would be completely nullified by the destructive radiance of these shells, rendering them utterly ineffective.
(Chapter End)