Douluo Continent: Five Thunders Shake the Drums, I am the Thunder Emperor!

Chapter 112 Five hundred thousand Star Luo troops besiege the gates, a bloody battle ensues at the city!
"break!"

Sikong Zhen's most powerful attack to date landed on the Thunder God Bell.

But this time, Thor's Bell was not rung.

The Thunder God Bell began to vibrate on its own, and a terrifying backlash of lightning surged into Sikong Zhen's body through his arm.

"boom!"

Sikong Zhen was struck as if by lightning, and his whole body flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground ten feet away.

His right arm was completely charred, and his head was still dazed from the shock. He lay on the ground, unable to regain his senses for a moment.

After a few breaths.

Sikong Zhen finally came to his senses.

"Did we fail?" Sikong Zhen stood up and looked up at the Thunder God Bell standing quietly in the distance, a trace of unwillingness flashing in his eyes.

at this time.

The phantom of Thor appeared before Sikong Zhen.

"To be able to make Thor's Bell ring seven times right from the start is already very good."

Thor's voice was gentle, "With your current strength and understanding of the Way of Thunder, striking it seven times is already your limit."

"The eighth strike requires not only strength, but also an understanding of the essence of thunder."

Sikong Zhen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Where's the ninth shot?"

Thor shook his head: "The ninth strike? That requires a deep understanding of the way of thunder. You've only just begun."

After a pause,
Thor continued, "However, your ability to ring seven times in such a short time has exceeded my expectations."

Sikong Zhen was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "If I continue to comprehend it, how long will it take to ring the bell nine times?"

Thunder God's eyes flashed with lightning: "If it were an ordinary prodigy, it would take at least ten years, or even a lifetime, to reach that level."

"But with your talent, it will take at least three months, and at most a year."

"The understanding of the Way of Thunder cannot be rushed. Without the right opportunity, it requires time to accumulate and mature."

"Three months to a year," Sikong Zhen said with a wry smile. "That's too long."

Grandpa Sikong Mingde was still waiting for him in Sucheng, thinking about the crisis Sucheng was facing and the menacing Star Luo Empire.

And the Black Thunder Drum requires a journey to the frigid north.

Sikong Zhen didn't have that much time; he slowly comprehended the power of thunder here.

Seemingly seeing through his thoughts, Thor said calmly, "The path of cultivation is long, and being impatient for quick results will only backfire."

Sikong Zhen nodded and bowed deeply to the Thunder God: "Thank you for your guidance, senior."

"I have things to keep me here, so I must leave."

Thor stared at him for a moment, then suddenly waved his hand and sent a bolt of lightning into Sikong Zhen's body. This was Thor's divine power.

"Go."

"Once your understanding of the Way of Thunder is sufficient, you can return at any time to complete the Second Trial of the God of Thunder." The figure of the God of Thunder began to dissipate.

"Remember, the ability to make the Thunder God Bell ring nine times depends on the depth of one's understanding of the Dao of Thunder."

"Thank you, senior!"

Sikong Zhen nodded solemnly.

He took one last look at the Thor's Bell, then turned and walked out of the forest.

In the sea of ​​spirit.

Xiao Ming hesitated and asked, "Master, are we really leaving like this?"

"Ah."

Sikong Zhen responded in the sea of ​​spirit, "Grandpa and Shucheng need me more. Besides, I have some other things to take care of."

Xiao Ming nodded, seemingly understanding, "Shall we go back to Sucheng now?"

"Correct."

Sikong Zhen quickened his pace, "Let's go back and check the situation first."

As Sikong Zhen left, the Thunder God Bell trembled slightly.

Over a long period of time, the Thunder God Bell was baptized by heavenly thunder on the altar and nurtured by the Thunder God's divine power during his lifetime.

This magical artifact, though not as powerful as the Five Thunder Drum, still possesses a certain degree of spirituality.

Temple of Thunder.

The phantom of Thor gazed in the direction Sikong Zhen had left, muttering to himself, "The true master of the Five Thunder Drums, I hope he will become a god soon."

The words have not yet fallen.

The phantom image had vanished, leaving only the statue of Thor standing in the hall.

……

Sucheng, North Gate.

Sikong Mingde stood on the city wall, gazing at the dust-covered horizon in the distance, his resolute face grave. "Report—"

A scout rushed up the city wall and knelt on one knee. "The Xingluo army is less than thirty miles from the city, and their vanguard has already reached the Blackwater River!"

"Has the army of 500,000 finally arrived?" Sikong Mingde's eyes were icy cold.

"My lord, the Star Luo army numbers five hundred thousand, their banners blotting out the sky!"

The scout's voice trembled, "Our scouts have also detected the auras of seven Soul Douluo-level beings. This time, it's the Star Luo Emperor himself leading the expedition!"

The generals on the city wall turned pale upon hearing this.

With 100,000 against 500,000, even with the Storm Army, this is almost certainly a losing proposition.

Sikong Mingde remained calm; at this moment, he could not afford to show the slightest sign of panic. He turned to look at his deputy.

"Order the entire army to prepare for battle!"

"Respect!"

Sikong Mingde had this confidence for one reason: he had already sent a message to Dugu Bo, asking him to come and help.

Secondly, the collaboration with the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family to produce mechanical figures has always been carried out in Plastic City, and a portion of them have already been produced.

Thirdly, he has already sent people to Tiandou City to request support from Emperor Xueye.

……

Half a day later, on the banks of the Blackwater River.

The Star Luo army surged in like a black tide, their formation impeccable and their killing intent overwhelming.

At the central command post, Dai Tianqiong, clad in golden armor, sat atop a massive white lion, his gaze icy as he looked toward the direction of the city of Sucheng.

"Sikong Mingde, today I will raze Sucheng to the ground and destroy your Marquis of Weiyuan's mansion!"

Dai Tianqiong's voice was like thunder, resounding throughout the three armies.

at the same time.

The city gates of the city were wide open.

Sikong Mingde leaped out, followed by three thousand Storm Iron Cavalry and one hundred thousand Mighty Far Army.

Despite the vast disparity in numbers, every soldier's eyes burned with fighting spirit—they knew that their homeland lay behind them.

"Array up!"

At Sikong Mingde's command, the Weiyuan Army quickly formed a battle formation.

The Storm Army, with its three thousand mechanical warriors, stood like sharp knives at the front of the formation, their massive mechanical armor gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

"kill--"

Without a word, the two armies clashed violently.

In an instant, shouts of battle shook the heavens and the earth, and the light of soul skills intertwined like a rainbow.

Sikong Mingde soared into the air, his nine spirit rings gleaming around him.

He went directly to Dai Tianqiong: "Dai Tianqiong, if you want to break through my Sucheng, I will first kill you, the Star Luo Emperor!"

"court death!"

Dai Tianqiong sneered, and he and the Star Luo Empress beside him released their martial souls at the same time.

A gigantic white tiger and a nimble ghost cat phantom appeared, their imposing presence instantly unleashing their Martial Soul Fusion Technique.

"Netherworld White Tiger!"

Several more Star Luo Soul Douluos surrounded them from all sides, trapping Sikong Mingde in the center.

"So what if we all come at once?"

Sikong Mingde's eyes turned icy cold, and his seventh spirit ring suddenly lit up, "Seventh Spirit Skill, Thunder Prison True Form!"

With a deafening roar, the colossal true form of the Thunder Prison Dharma appeared out of thin air, its entire body wreathed in violent lightning.

The war is about to start.

Sikong Mingde fought against many opponents single-handedly, and each of his attacks carried a devastating force.

Despite the combined efforts of Dai Tianqiong and the Empress's Netherworld White Tiger, along with the assistance of several Soul Douluos, they were still suppressed by Sikong Mingde.

On the ground, the fighting was even more brutal.

The Storm Army, like a sharp knife, tore a gash in the Star Luo Army formation.

But they were quickly surrounded by enemy forces.

The soldiers of the Weiyuan Army were all fearless, but the disparity in numbers was too great, and inevitably many soldiers died.

"kill!!"

"Even if the enemy outnumbers us, we will fight to the death and never retreat!"

"Defend the city, protect our wives and children!"

(End of this chapter)