While Fang Chang and Bibi Dong were locked in their "fierce battle," the other battlefields had descended into even more brutal combat.
The Heaven Dou Empire had always been outnumbered in terms of Titled Douluos compared to Spirit Hall. With Tang Xiao and Chen Xin teaming up against Qian Daoliu, the disparity became even more pronounced.
Bone Douluo, already injured, now faced three Titled Douluos from Spirit Hall simultaneously. Even with the support of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School disciples, he was quickly overwhelmed.
Spirit Hall wasn't foolish—they immediately dispatched agile-type experts to ambush the Heaven Dou Empire's support soul masters.
Soon, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School disciples aiding Bone Douluo were killed, leaving him surrounded by three Spirit Hall Titled Douluos. In the end, he fell.
On Spirit Hall's side, one of their Titled Douluos was also severely injured by the combined efforts of two Haotian Sect elders, temporarily losing the ability to fight.
As the Titled Douluos clashed, the ordinary soldiers of the Heaven Dou Empire once again engaged Spirit Hall's soul master legion.
Under the command of their general, the Heaven Dou forces carefully maneuvered around the Titled Douluo battlefields and launched an assault on Spirit Hall's main camp.
At this moment, the Star Luo Empire, which had been observing from the sidelines, finally mobilized its troops. The two empires joined forces to besiege Spirit Hall's soul master legion.
Despite the heavy losses both empires had suffered in the war thus far, their combined forces still numbered over a million soldiers.
Against such overwhelming numbers, Spirit Hall's ten-thousand-strong soul master legion was at a disadvantage, forced to rely on defensive structures to hold their ground.
"You're about to lose. Aren't you going to help them?"
Fang Chang's domain blocked outside observation, but from within, he could clearly see the situation outside.
Seeing Spirit Hall's soul master legion surrounded by the two empires' combined forces, he couldn't resist teasing Bibi Dong mid-"battle."
"They're just pawns. Not worth my attention," Bibi Dong sneered. "Meanwhile, your side's Titled Douluos are dwindling by the minute."
As she spoke, another Haotian Sect elder at the Titled Douluo level was severely wounded.
Excluding Fang Chang and Bibi Dong's battlefield, the Heaven Dou Empire now had only five Titled Douluos left, while Spirit Hall still had nine in fighting condition. The situation was growing increasingly dire.
"Don't worry. They're just pawns too," Fang Chang quipped, mimicking Bibi Dong's earlier words.
At this moment, Bibi Dong was at a critical stage in inheriting the Rakshasa God's power and was reluctant to fight seriously unless absolutely necessary. Fang Chang's ploy gave her the perfect excuse to hold back, and she was happy to play along.
Moreover, Fang Chang knew too many of her secrets. His mysterious nature intrigued her, and she wanted to learn more about this opponent.
As for Fang Chang, he estimated Bibi Dong's soul power to be around rank 97 or 98—not yet at the peak of rank 99, but close.
More concerning was the faint, mysterious energy emanating from her—likely the power of the Rakshasa God. Though subtle, it put Fang Chang on high alert.
He wasn't entirely confident he could defeat her.
But one thing was certain: if he fought Bibi Dong at full strength, his identity as a soul beast would be exposed.
That was why he had chosen this method to stall her.
Seeing that she couldn't pry any useful information from the Spider God's Envoy, Bibi Dong stopped probing and focused on maintaining their act.
Though Fang Chang claimed not to care, he couldn't help but pay more attention to the battlefield. If the Heaven Dou Empire collapsed too quickly, it would affect his own plans.
The most critical battle at the moment was between Yu Yuanzhen and Golden Crocodile Douluo. Their fight had reached a fever pitch.
Golden Crocodile Douluo, transformed into a massive golden crocodile, relentlessly attacked Yu Yuanzhen's Tyrannosaurus form. At first, Yu Yuanzhen could barely hold his own.
But gradually, he was forced to rely on his draconic wings to stay airborne, using flight to evade and counterattack.
Even so, Golden Crocodile Douluo maintained the upper hand, pressuring Yu Yuanzhen so much that he dared not land.
Yu Yuanzhen fought with increasing ferocity. Part of him wanted to unleash the full power of the True Dragon Nine Crowns and fight Golden Crocodile Douluo to the death.
But as the only Titled Douluo left in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family, the weight of responsibility held him back. He couldn't afford to take such a risk unless absolutely necessary.
Just then, Fang Chang's voice suddenly echoed in Golden Crocodile Douluo's mind:
"Qian Renxue is dead."
Golden Crocodile Douluo's assault faltered. His battle-focused mind struggled to process the words.
"Qian Renxue? Who's that?"
Then it hit him—the granddaughter of Qian Xunji, the last heir of the Angel bloodline.
Wait... she's dead?
Golden Crocodile Douluo's eyes widened. As a core member of Spirit Hall, he knew Qian Renxue had never returned after the incident in the Heaven Dou Empire—one of the main reasons for this war.
Golden Crocodile Douluo had always been loyal to Spirit Hall, especially to the Angel bloodline. He would have given his life to protect them. Now, their last descendant was gone?
He didn't even think to question where the voice had come from. His mind went blank.
Yu Yuanzhen, seizing the opportunity, gathered his soul power to its peak. His draconic claws swelled in size as he slashed at Golden Crocodile Douluo's eyes.
By the time Golden Crocodile Douluo reacted, it was too late. Yu Yuanzhen's claws struck true, blood spraying as Golden Crocodile Douluo's vision darkened forever.
Blinded and reeling from the news of Qian Renxue's death, Golden Crocodile Douluo erupted into a rage, unleashing indiscriminate attacks that slaughtered countless soldiers around him.
Yu Yuanzhen, seeing the chaos, spread his wings and retreated to reinforce other battlefields.
With him freed up, the balance of power among the top-tier fighters began to stabilize.
"Hmm?" Bibi Dong's eyes narrowed as she observed the scene.
Golden Crocodile Douluo had always been a staunch protector of the Angel bloodline—her enemies. Seeing him crippled didn't anger her; if anything, it pleased her.
But what truly caught her attention was the strange energy fluctuation she had sensed from Fang Chang moments before Golden Crocodile Douluo froze.
What had he done?
She couldn't figure it out, but she was certain it was his doing. Her wariness of Fang Chang increased yet again.
By this point, nearly half of the twenty or so Titled Douluos on both sides had been incapacitated. Casualties among the ordinary soldiers far exceeded the total losses of the past two months.
The battlefield was littered with corpses, rivers of blood flowing freely. The stench of death was so thick it could make one retch from miles away.
Yet at the heart of it all, Fang Chang felt no sorrow—only excitement.
This was exactly what he wanted. After this battle, nothing would stand in the way of the Spider Tribe's rise.