212: Quasi-emperor corpses, each showing their magical powers

"Form ranks!!!"

As Wu Qiong gave the order, Gu Xinglai pointed his Sword forward.

The hundreds of millions of Imperial Sect Army, affiliated with the Emperor Sect, began to change formations, forming various battle arrays capable of world-shaking slaughter, and pressed towards the allied forces with an Aura that could swallow mountains and rivers.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Meanwhile, the Ancient Martial Emperor Sect Army, as their battle array changed, transformed into a thousand golden-armored Divine Generals, each ten thousand zhang tall, descending from the sky and instantly arriving before the Imperial Sect's affiliated army!

Similarly, the allied forces organized battle arrays, and the Giants and monstrous beasts condensed from these battle arrays took shape, charging towards the Imperial Sect Army.

In this kind of large-scale group warfare, even if they didn't have the financial resources to organize battle arrays beforehand, both high-ranking sides would bestow battle arrays. Without battle arrays, in group combat with many powerful Martial Artists, the lower-level Martial Artists would die the fastest!

Soon, the two armies approached, and in an instant, the heavens and earth changed color, and the winds and clouds surged.

"Kill!"

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

A mighty sound emanated from the golden-armored Divine Generals, and then the golden-armored Divine Generals, formed by a million Martial Artists, wielded their weapons and took strides, causing the entire earth to tremble!

Upon reaching the allied forces' front, these golden-armored Divine Generals attacked. Some took a step forward, stomping towards a battle array, while others swung their weapons at the allied forces.

"Attack!"

The enemy's momentum was surging, and their killing intent pierced the sky. The allied commander's expression was grave as he roared!

"Hmph!"

In an instant, from the battle arrays formed by the elite Disciples of the three Great Holy Lands, massive Divine Pillars shot up into the sky!

They sought to shatter the surging attacks!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

However, accompanied by a series of earth-shattering sounds, many Divine Pillars snapped.

"Ah~"

In an instant, screams echoed throughout the sky, and blood rained down. The moment the golden-armored Divine Generals' attacks landed, the grand array collapsed, and millions of allied Martial Artists were crushed on the spot.

But compared to an army of over a billion, this loss barely affected the allied camp.

The golden-armored Divine Generals also didn't fare well; with too many Divine Pillars, they too were attacked. Fortunately, these were battle arrays designed by supreme powerhouses. Although they suffered damage, no internal Martial Artists had yet died or been injured.

"Kill!!!"

The various forces affiliated with both sides, and countless Martial Artists, also clashed at this moment, treading the Void Realm, wielding Imperial and Sacred Magic Treasures. Their bodies glowed with the brilliant light of Origin Laws.

Various Origin Laws and Divine Abilities intertwined in the Void Realm, forming a dazzling net of light.

On the Imperial Sect Army's side, a Sacred King clad in golden armor, supported by a battle array, brandished the long spear in his hand, drawing down bolts of heavenly lightning. Each strike caused the heavens and earth to rumble, annihilating tens of thousands of enemy battle arrays.

The allied forces were not to be outdone. A green-robed Sword King lightly wielded a three-foot green blade, and countless sharp Sword Qi pierced through layers of the Void Realm. Wherever it passed, even a Great Saint would be annihilated.

Across the entire battlefield, battle arrays with sky-high killing intent clashed, and powerhouses engaged in one-on-one combat. The sounds of Magic Treasures colliding, Divine Abilities roaring, and Martial Artists' battle cries intertwined at this moment.

Blood quickly stained the ground, and corpses piled up like mountains everywhere, causing the entire battlefield to be permeated with a thick, bloody stench.

On the other side, in the sky above!

"Wu Qiong, your cultivation has actually recovered!"

Seeing Wu Qiong's cultivation recover, the powerhouses from the three Holy Lands were shocked.

"What? Is it hard to accept?"

Wu Qiong sneered.

"Hmph! Don't be so arrogant! You were crippled ten thousand years ago; today will be no different!"

A gaunt old man, emanating a dark Aura, snorted coldly. The Aura around this old man was clearly at Sacred Monarch Perfection.

"Old Ghost Ming Jue, a defeated foe from back then, dares to speak so brazenly?"

Gu Batian couldn't help but mock him upon seeing the other party.

"Damn it!"

Being reminded of the past, the gaunt old man's eyes filled with venom.

"Today, all of you shall die!"

"Do you think only you have hidden power?"

Ming Jue roared furiously.

He formed hand seals and summoned a black coffin, as dark as ink. Then, he slammed his palm onto the black coffin, sending the lid flying off.

"Giggle! Giggle! Giggle!"

A chilling, bone-piercing laugh echoed, and the heavens and earth were instantly shrouded in dark clouds.

Immediately after, a pitch-black hand stretched out from the coffin, and then a figure clad in black armor, wreathed in black mist, crawled out of the coffin.

The figure's Aura was formidable and terrifying, causing all the powerhouses to feel their sacred souls tremble and their Qi and blood surge in reverse.

"Hiss! I can't believe the Nether God Holy Land actually has a quasi-Emperor Realm zombie!"

The powerhouses in the distance, sensing this Aura, couldn't help but be horrified.

Even the powerhouses from the Ancient Sword and Nine Rivers Holy Land were startled. Who would have thought that the Nether God Holy Land, seemingly the weakest of the three, harbored such a hidden power?

"You two, now is not the time to hold back!"

Ming Jue looked at the two leaders of the Ancient Sword and Nine Rivers Holy Land. One was a blue-robed middle-aged man with eight great rivers embroidered on him, named He Kong; the other was a black-clad old man named Jian Yi. Both were at Sacred Monarch Perfection.

As Ming Jue spoke, the two no longer hesitated and unleashed their hidden power.

He Kong's body erupted with Myriad Daos of blue light, and a treasured diagram appeared above his head, exuding the power of a seventh-grade quasi-Emperor Magic Treasure. Jian Yi, on the other hand, produced a seventh-grade quasi-Emperor Magic Treasure.

Clearly, the hidden power of the two families was significantly inferior to that of the Nether God Holy Land, but a quasi-Emperor Magic Treasure could greatly enhance their strength.

With a quasi-Emperor zombie and eleven Sacred Monarchs, the advantage was on their side.

"Leave that quasi-Emperor zombie to me; you all block the others!"

Wu Qiong looked at the quasi-Emperor zombie with some apprehension, raised his hand, and unleashed the Sword above his head, suppressing the quasi-Emperor zombie.

Seeing Wu Qiong make his move, Gu Batian and the other two were not to be outdone and met their opponents.

"First, kill them, then deal with the ants below!"

"Kill!"

Ming Jue said decisively. A bell appeared in his hand, and with a shake, he controlled the quasi-Emperor zombie to charge at Wu Qiong. He Kong and the other also didn't dally, leading their people to press towards Gu Batian and the others.

"Sword Light like Rain!"

The moment the Sword above Wu Qiong's head detached, it stirred up terrifying gales, scattering much of the black mist formed by the zombie.

Streams of Sword Dao Origin power surged from the Sword, transforming into rays of Sword Light, enveloping the zombie and Ming Jue.

"Roar!"

Feeling this utterly terrifying Aura, the zombie roared furiously, and countless black clouds emanated from its body, forming a giant dark hand that swatted at the myriad Sword Lights.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

Countless Sword Lights struck the dark hand but failed to shatter it. Instead, they were corroded by the black mist on the hand.

"Sword Qi like a Dragon!"

Seeing this, Wu Qiong's expression remained unchanged. He clasped his hands together, and more Sword shadows surged from the Sword, then formed a gigantic Sword Qi Dragon that pounced towards the large hand.

"Boom!"

This time, after resisting for a few breaths, the dark hand was shattered by the Sword Qi Dragon. The Sword Qi Dragon's momentum remained undiminished, carrying terrifying destructive power as it pressed down on the zombie.

"Roar!"

But a quasi-Emperor is a quasi-Emperor. Even if the opponent was a zombie, it possessed quasi-Emperor combat power. Its pitch-black hands instantly swelled, grabbing at the extremely powerful Sword Qi Dragon, and then a terrifying black Qi erupted, with power surging from its hands, tearing it into two.

"Sword of Hengsha!"

Wu Qiong's expression hardened, and his Origin World emerged behind him. Around his Origin World, there were also four light clusters, each emanating terrifying Sword Dao power, continuously supplying energy to Wu Qiong.

"You can actually simultaneously activate four Hengsha Worlds!"

Seeing this scene, Ming Jue's eyes were filled with jealousy and apprehension.

Sacred Monarch powerhouses possess the ability of "Mountains and Rivers in the Palm," but this ability is performed by using their Origin World to communicate with the ownerless Hengsha Worlds existing between heaven and earth, borrowing their power.

If it's just a simple display of power, that's fine; but if one wants to unleash its full power, it requires sustenance from the Origin World.

Wu Qiong's ability to simultaneously sustain four Hengsha Worlds and draw upon their power shows how strong his Origin World is. No wonder he was called the one most likely to step into the quasi-Emperor Realm.

And at this moment, with the amplification of the four Hengsha Worlds and the ninth-grade quasi-Emperor Magic Treasure, Wu Qiong's power transcended the scope of a Sacred Monarch.

"Slay!"

His voice, like a great bell, came as Sword Dao power. Ming Jue's face turned pale, and he hastily hid behind the zombie.

Wu Qiong showed disdain, then stepped forward, holding his Sword.

"Damn it!"

Ming Jue's face was grim. He spat a mouthful of fresh blood onto the bell, and the quasi-Emperor zombie's Aura instantly surged, roaring furiously, transforming into rolling black mist that enveloped Wu Qiong. A terrifying battle erupted between the two.

"Thirteen Axes of Ancient Martial Arts, First Axe Open!"

"Dao of Extreme Yin, Extreme Yin World!"

"Ancient Martial World Suppression!"

"Ancient Nether God Art, Nether God's Finger!"

"Ancient Sword Sacred Canon, Kill!"

"Nine Rivers Sacred Law, Suppress!"

... terrifying offensive killing techniques continuously emerged, and thousands of miles of sky were obscured by various Divine Ability phenomena.

The distant crowd was horrified!

The Divine Abilities displayed by both sides suppressed the heavens and earth, destroying the world, truly terrifying to the extreme.

Rumble!

Divine Abilities collided, and countless Sacred Dao Origin powers exploded, releasing violent energy containing world-destroying might that scattered in all directions, causing the armies battling below to retreat.

Such power was something even a half-step Sacred Monarch dared not touch.