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Su Ming looked down from his elevated vantage point at the assembled troops below and commanded in a deep voice, "Is everyone ready? Tonight, our Wuhun Empire and the two great empires must settle the score! This battle has lasted for months already, and I hope that after tonight's decisive clash, it will all be over. Are you confident?"

"Reporting to His Highness, yes, we are!" echoed the eight Wuhun Empire legions, their voices unified and brimming with energy.

Ning Fengzhi, watching from nearby, smiled with satisfaction. Just a few words from Su Ming had boosted the troops' morale to a peak—a testament to his charisma and leadership.

"Move out!" Su Ming summoned his Wood Dragon, leaping onto it with a calm, commanding presence.

Inside Jialing Pass

Qian Renxue listened calmly to the status report, with Davis standing beside her, his face filled with reluctance and resignation. He clearly didn't want to be there.

"Report!"

"Your Majesty, the Wuhun Empire has mobilized!"

Qian Renxue nodded slightly, then glanced at Davis. "Any word from the Clear Sky Clan? Why haven't they arrived yet?"

Davis looked troubled. "I'm not sure. My father received their message saying they would take action, but… maybe something came up to delay them."

His words sounded unsure, lacking any real confidence.

Qian Renxue lowered her gaze, her thoughts unreadable. Tonight was not only the decisive battle but also her opportunity to slip away. She had no real attachment to the throne of the Tiandou Empire. In fact, she would have preferred for the Clear Sky Clan to show up—it would allow her to eliminate them entirely.

"Open the gates," she ordered, "and show the Wuhun Empire what our million-strong army can do! Don't panic; maintain formation and fight together. They may be a soul master legion, but their numbers are small. As long as we wear them down, wait for their spirit power to be exhausted, victory will be ours. We just need to hold out until the Clear Sky Clan arrives!"

With that, the battle was set to ignite.

Su Ming's Wood Dragon soared over the battlefield as he surveyed the scene of war below. The two great empires had brought vast numbers, clearly preparing for a battle of attrition.

A smirk played on Su Ming's lips. If this were like the original storyline, the two empires might indeed have a chance—assuming Bibi Dong and other powerful figures stayed out of it. But now, even without their intervention, the Wuhun Empire's soul master legion had the advantage of soul-charged weapons and the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan's support. They would have no issue sustaining their spirit power.

"Life Domain!"

Suddenly reminded of his task, Su Ming began fulfilling the third Life Trial. His domain spread across most of the battlefield—a clear reflection of his growing power. With timely spirit power replenishment, he could expand it even further. But for now, the current range was already sufficient, enveloping thousands in its healing aura. Within moments, he had already met the trial's target number of people treated.

Oddly, though, there was no message confirming the trial's completion in his mind. Could it be? Su Ming realized it might only count once the battle was over. That was fine, though; if he exceeded the requirements, the rewards would only be greater.

Just then, Su Ming's gaze sharpened as he focused on a particular area. In a mocking tone, he said, "Since you're here, why don't you come out? There's no need for the mighty leader and elders of the Clear Sky Clan to skulk around like mice in the shadows!"

Su Ming had wondered why Min Hall scouts hadn't detected any signs of the Clear Sky Clan—it turned out they had been hiding nearby, waiting to sneak in once the battle started.

What was this? Were a group of Titled Douluo planning to gang up on him, a humble Spirit Douluo?

How shameless.