In the end, the allied forces of the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire were almost completely crushed.
Bibi Dong was like an invincible demon god; her power filled everyone with despair.
On the battlefield, severed limbs were everywhere, and blood stained the earth red.
Countless soldiers abandoned their armor and fled for their lives, their faces filled with fear and despair.
"Run!" "We can't hold them off!" Panic cries rose and fell.
The Spirit Hall army, with high morale, led by Bibi Dong, split into two groups, like two sharp daggers, and began to attack the heartland of both countries simultaneously.
Bibi Dong looked at the defeated allied forces, a cold smile curling at the corner of her lips:
"This is the consequence of opposing the Spirit Hall."
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo followed closely beside her, their expressions smug.
Chrysanthemum Douluo declared, "Your Holiness the Pope is mighty!
This time, we will surely conquer both nations in one fell swoop!"
Ghost Douluo echoed, "No one can stop the advance of our Spirit Hall!"
The Spirit Hall's army surged forward like a tidal wave, leaving devastation in its wake.
Meanwhile, in the rear of the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire, the people, upon hearing news of the frontline defeat, were gripped by extreme panic.
"What do we do? The Spirit Hall has attacked!"
"Are we going to perish?"
The royal families and ministers of both nations were in a state of utter disarray, hastily discussing countermeasures.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and the other Venerable Douluos gazed at the routed allied army, their faces filled with excitement and anticipation.
Chrysanthemum Douluo's eyes shone brightly as he respectfully addressed Bibi Dong, "Your Holiness the Pope, your divine might is unmatched!
This time, we will surely achieve a great and lasting legacy!"
Ghost Douluo followed suit, his tone fawning, "With your leadership, this world will sooner or later belong to the Spirit Hall!"
The other Venerable Douluos echoed his sentiments, their reverence for Bibi Dong overflowing.
"This battle will be enough to strike fear into the hearts of those who dare to defy the Spirit Hall!"
One of the Grand Douluo exclaimed excitedly.
"That's right! Following His Holiness the Pope, we will surely create a glorious era!" another Grand Douluo echoed loudly.
Bibi Dong's expression was stern. She nodded slightly and said, "Continue the advance without the slightest slackening. We must take down both countries in one fell swoop."
"Yes!" the Grand Douluo responded in unison, their eyes filled with a desire for victory and a vision for the future, as if they could already see the Spirit Hall unifying the continent and their great cause coming to fruition.
Bibi Dong, however, felt somewhat disheartened.
As a god, dealing with the two great empires was far too easy for her. Her gaze was complex as she looked at the utterly helpless battlefield before her, feeling no joy of victory.
"Hmph, such an easy defeat, how boring," Bibi Dong scoffed softly.
Seeing this, Chrysanthemum Douluo quickly said, "Your Holiness the Pope's divine power is unparalleled; these two empires are naturally no match for you."
Bibi Dong shook her head slightly, saying, "Even without me, with the Spirit Hall's current strength, the outcome of this war was already predetermined."
Ghost Douluo hurriedly replied, "But it is precisely because of Your Holiness's leadership that we have been able to achieve such a glorious victory so quickly."
Bibi Dong remained silent, her gaze still deep and complex.
At this moment, the smoke of battle still lingered, and the Spirit Hall's army continued its triumphant advance, but Bibi Dong seemed detached, her thoughts unsure whether it was of past grievances or the unknown variables of the future.
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