The Northern Wilderness Demon Clan did not die at the hands of external enemies, but in the end, they collapsed from within.
Mo Yuntian chuckled and said, "You forced me to do all this."
At this moment, his aura increased exponentially, and in a short instant, he was almost at the level of a Saint King.
It has already gained overwhelming power over Fang Yun, who only has the cultivation level of a saint.
“I originally planned to use these people when I broke through to the Saint King level, but I didn’t expect that your appearance would force me to speed up my plans. Now that we’ve come this far, there’s no need for you to survive.”
Perhaps, this is Mo Yuntian's true source of confidence.
"Prepare to die."
At this moment, Mo Yuntian's aura had increased several times over.
The gap between a sage king and a sage is even greater than the gap between a Taoist palace and an immortal.
It is no exaggeration to say that it would take a hundred saints to barely fight a saint king to a draw.
The light that had finally ignited in Xi Tianqiu's eyes went out again.
Who would have thought that Mo Yuntian had this trick up his sleeve?
However, after this battle, the Northern Wilderness Demon Clan was essentially crippled, and Mo Yuntian became a commander without any troops.
"Who said I'm all alone?"
Fang Yun suddenly spoke up.
Just then, a figure appeared in the sky, just like Fang Yun.
Then, a scene that left the two speechless unfolded. A flash of inspiration struck, and the figure in the sky split into two, becoming two people with identical powers, yet independent of each other.
Click
Two became four.
Four became eight.
...
In the end, they were so densely packed that they almost filled the entire sky.
Roughly counted, the number of statues reached several thousand.
In other words, a thousand powerful saints appeared at the same time.
At this moment, Mo Yuntian felt an extreme sense of suffocation. His face was full of shock, and he could hardly believe what was happening in front of him.
Even the Sword God Palace only has a dozen or so Saint-level experts on the surface.
But before our eyes, there were as many as a thousand of them, which was absolutely terrifying.
An overwhelming sense of despair welled up within Mo Yuntian.
Even though he had barely become a Saint King with the help of external forces, he was utterly vulnerable against an overwhelming numerical advantage.
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