Douluo Continent: The Twin Holy Dragons of Light and Darkness, the Dragon Emperor Breaks Through the

"I can use the Nine-Treasured Glazed Tile Pagoda to purify the poisonous fog!"

Ling Feng looked at her.

How long will it take you to purify the toxic fog?

Ning Rongrong thought for a moment.

"If it's a small-scale operation, a few breaths will suffice."

If it's a large area, it will take about 15 minutes.

Ling Feng nodded.

Half an hour is enough.

Your job is to purify the toxic fumes.

Ning Rongrong straightened her back.

"it is good!"

Zhu Zhuqing stood in the corner, listening to everyone discuss their strategy, without saying a word.

She knew she was too weak to offer her opinion.

But she silently memorized the location of everyone and every command in her heart.

The walls of Sea Breeze City have been reinforced, fifty more soul-guided cannons have been added to the north side, and the defensive runes have been re-engraved.

The soldiers took turns resting and standing guard.

The fleet from the Sun and Moon Continent was still far away, as if they were waiting for something.

Perhaps they are waiting for more reinforcements, perhaps they are waiting for a better opportunity, or perhaps they are waiting for the Martial Soul Empire to show a weakness.

But they didn't move.

A month has passed, and the fleet of the Sun and Moon Continent remains stationary on the horizon, as if observing.

The soldiers of Sea Breeze City began to relax their guard. Golden Crocodile Douluo noticed this and personally patrolled the city walls every day, scanning the faces of every soldier with his golden eyes.

"Stay alert! They could come at any moment! If you want to die here, keep dozing off!"

The soldiers immediately straightened their backs.

Ling Feng stood on the city wall, looking at the sea in the distance.

His hair had grown a bit longer and was somewhat disheveled by the sea breeze.

His eyes remained calm, as if nothing could ever shake him.

"Holy Son".

Zhu Zhuqing's voice came from behind.

Ling Feng did not turn around.

"Ah."

Zhu Zhuqing walked to his side and stood next to him.

"There has been no movement on the Sun and Moon Continent for a month."

Are they waiting for something?

Ling Feng remained silent for a moment.

"They're waiting for us to let our guard down."

Zhu Zhuqing looked at him.

"Will we let our guard down?"

Ling Feng looked at her.

"will not."

Zhu Zhuqing smiled.

"That's good."

The days passed by.

The defenses of Sea Breeze City are becoming increasingly sophisticated, and the soldiers are becoming more and more well-trained.

The fleet of the Sun and Moon Continent remained stationary on the horizon, neither advancing nor retreating.

Ling Feng would stand on the city wall every day, looking at the sea.

He didn't know how much longer he would have to wait, but he knew he would eventually wait until the war ended.

He and everyone else will wait for that day.

The one-month deadline given by the Sun and Moon Continent came to an end at dusk on the thirtieth day.

On the city wall of Sea Breeze City, Ling Feng stood there, the afterglow of the setting sun bathing him in gold.

His hair fluttered slightly in the sea breeze, his staff was slung diagonally behind him, and his gaze never left the distant sea.

He looked at the sea, at the sun that was about to sink below the horizon, as if he didn't hear the suppressed breathing behind him.

"Boss."

Jin Chen walked to his side, the Trident of Poseidon on his shoulder, and spoke in a low voice, as if afraid of disturbing something.

It's getting dark.

Ling Feng did not turn around.

"I know."

Jin Chen glanced at the soldiers lined up neatly below the city wall, then at the calm sea in the distance.

Do you think they will keep their promise?

He paused. "Or are they up to something again?"

Ling Feng remained silent for a while.

"Today is the last day."

Whether they keep their promise or not, tonight will not be peaceful.

Jin Chen didn't speak, but simply gripped the Trident of Poseidon tightly in his hand.

As night fell, the last glimmer of light on the sea was swallowed up.

Lights illuminated the city of Haifeng, and torches were lit on the city walls, illuminating tense faces.

No one speaks.

Everyone knew that tonight might be the night that would decide their fate.

Ling Feng stood on the city wall, his eyes closed, his mental power fully released, covering the sea surface within a hundred miles.

He could sense the faint fluctuations of soul power on the sea surface, the shadowy ships hidden in the darkness, and the murderous intent that was slowly approaching.

Chapter 275 Repelling

coming.

He opened his eyes, his dark pupils shining brightly in the night.

"Pass down the order: the entire army, prepare."

They've arrived.

The bugle call resounded once again throughout Sea Breeze City.

Soldiers rushed up the city walls, soul-guided cannons were pushed onto the battlefield, and defensive runes were activated.

Torches were lit on the city wall, illuminating the area as if it were daytime.

Countless points of light suddenly appeared on the sea surface, like stars falling from the sky.

Those are soul-guided cannons from the Sun and Moon Continent.

The next second, hundreds of beams of light tore through the night sky and blasted towards the walls of Sea Breeze City.

The Soul Guidance Cannons of the Spirit Empire fired simultaneously.

The cannons spewed out dazzling flames, colliding with the cannonballs from the Sun and Moon Continent in mid-air, exploding into clouds of fire.

The city wall trembled, and rubble flew everywhere.

The soldiers were blown away, their screams drowned out by the sound of artillery fire.

Golden Crocodile Douluo rushed out of the city tower, his golden armor gleaming in the firelight.

He raised his hand and struck out with a palm, the golden palm wind transforming into a giant golden dragon crocodile that lunged at the enemy ship on the sea.

A huge column of water exploded on the sea surface, and a warship was struck by the palm wind, breaking in two and sinking to the bottom of the sea.

Qianjun Douluo and Jiangmo Douluo attacked simultaneously, their Panlong Staffs sweeping across, the two black staff winds intertwining and sweeping towards the enemy ship.

Ling Feng stood on the city wall, his ice and fire dragon wings unfurled behind him.

He didn't rush out immediately; he was waiting for the main force of the Sun and Moon Continent to appear.

Xu Tianxing has not yet shown up, Xu Shaoyang has not yet shown up, and the National Protector Master has not yet shown up either.

They are still waiting, waiting for the Martial Soul Empire to reveal a weakness.

A massive flagship emerged from the darkness, its hull adorned with images of the sun and moon.

Xu Tianxing stood on the flagship's deck, his golden dragon robe fluttering in the night wind, a golden longsword in his hand, the sun's fire burning on the blade, illuminating his majestic face.

Standing beside him were Xu Shaoyang and the Dharma Master Huguo.

Behind him was a densely packed army of Soul Masters, their ranks perfectly aligned and their killing intent palpable.

"A Thousand Years of Soaring Wind!"

Xu Tianxing's voice boomed like thunder in the night sky, "I'm giving you one last chance!"

surrender!