Volume 2, Chapter 402: Critical Situation: Rakshasa’s Choice.
Outside the barrier at this time, tens of thousands of Heavenly Court soldiers, as well as the Demon Lord and the ten great demon gods, could not help but gasp when they saw this scene.
Only at this moment did they truly realize how powerful the young man in front of them was, the one who had amazed people for a thousand years.
He had become so strong that they dared not even imagine.
The Demon Lord said in a trance: "If the Immortal King realm can be like this, then if he becomes an Immortal Emperor, no one in this world will be able to stop him."
The people in Heaven were also whispering.
"Why, we encounter such an enemy."
"Being an enemy of such a genius, it's not unfair to die."
"It's useless. Zang will definitely die today. He can't get out."
"If he doesn't die, we will be the ones to die. You have to know this truth."
"I hope so. After all, he killed so many people and broke through so many gates..."
At this moment, inside the barrier, Ye Tingmu stood facing the wind, his long hair dancing lightly, and he was wearing a blood-red robe.
He stared straight ahead, his eyes dark and as still as a deep pool.
He lowered the blade of his sword, tilted his head, stretched out his hand, and waved to the dozens of emperors in front of him.
"Come on, those who are not afraid of death, come together."
It was just a short sentence, very light, but full of murderous intent.
It was like a sharp arrow suddenly piercing their chests, causing them to tremble all over.
They avoided Ye Tingmu's gaze, looked at each other, their Adam's apples moving, and fear arose from the bottom of their hearts.
They admitted that they were afraid because the person standing before them was not a human being, but a ghost from hell.
He is a monster, a terrible monster.
Sikong Lei shouted coldly.
"What are you afraid of? No matter how strong he is, he will eventually become weak. If we don't kill him today, you and I will die tomorrow."
They came back to their senses from their fear. The Great Elder was right. If they couldn't kill Zang today, they would all die. Not only them, but also their families and disciples would be buried with them.
"The Great Elder is right. He is just one person. Keep him in check."
"Don't be afraid, let's attack together. We'll wear him down to death."
Sikong Lei moved first, and a black ruler appeared in his hand.
"I'll hold him back, and you guys kill the rest quickly."
Ye Tingmu shouted loudly.
"I am here today, let's see who dares to touch them."
As he said this, he also rushed forward.
Qingfeng and his companions also moved, charging in the opposite direction and following closely behind.
Struggling with other emperors.
Three people and one cow are not ordinary people. Even if the Dharma images of the heavens are imprisoned, they will not be slaughtered at will.
Feng He gathered his strength and slashed wildly with the magic sword.
With his enormous strength, he is still able to resist the Dharma images of the heavens without being defeated. He is the Demon Lord and cannot be dealt with by common sense.
Qingfeng set up a formation, and he fought against five emperors alone, without any panic and with ease.
He was once the number one in the three days and his majesty remains the same.
"You little scumbags, I was your master, and you still want to fuck me, you are not worthy."
He talked endlessly while fighting, which gave his opponent a splitting headache. Not only did he have to withstand the physical attacks, but he also had to withstand Qingfeng's magical attacks.
Double the torture, double the damage.
As for Dahei, he was originally the mount of Daozu, an immortal old bull. Naturally, his strength was not weak. Even if he could not grow bigger, he was the least affected because he had always relied on brute force to fight.
It’s just that he hasn’t recovered to his peak form yet, but he is not afraid of a one-on-one fight and can handle a fight with two.
"I've been holding it in for a thousand years, and now I can finally let it out. I'm going to beat you to death."
As for Dongfang Qingzhu, he doesn't have much combat experience, but he is the main soul of the three residual souls of the world spirit, so his strength is naturally not weak.
Ye Tingmu, on the other hand, just went berserk and fought off more than twenty people by himself, and was not at all inferior.
Relying on the powerful defense of the ancient immortal body, when faced with most skills, he simply did not dodge or evade, but attacked with all his might.
Of course, he couldn't be completely immune to the Emperor's attacks, so not long after the battle, he turned into a bloody man.
"Don't be impatient, hit him slowly, he won't be able to hold on for long."
Sikong Lei pulled and directed at the same time, always keeping a certain distance from Ye Tingmu.
"A bunch of cowards."
The battle continued and the roar in the field never stopped.
In the vast sky, afterimages intertwine, winds surge, clouds surge, lightning explodes, and thunder roars.
People around were watching intently, not willing to miss any moment.
For them, it was a wonderful fight, but also an exciting gamble.
The bet was won, and there was no threat to Heaven anymore.
If they lost the bet, the consequences would be unimaginable, and they might even lose their lives and property. But fortunately, at least at this moment, the balance of victory was tilting towards them.
No one doubted Zang's ability, and no one doubted his strength.
Just because of the order of the divine general, Ye Tingmu and his men were destined to lose.
It's very simple. All their magic weapons and Dharma images have been confined, and they don't even have the chance to replenish their spiritual energy.
On the other hand, our side is different. Not only can we use external forces, but we also have gods who can continuously provide them with spiritual energy.
They can wear them out to death.
Victory is just a matter of time, and what Sikong Lei needs to do is to reduce the losses of Heaven in this process.
Because up to now, more than five emperors have died in this battle.
The emperor cannot die again.
Among the crowd at this time was Luosha, who had pretended to be seriously injured before. He looked at the battlefield with a depressed look, full of worry.
Several key members of the Killing Camp gathered beside him, with the same solemn and worried expressions.
Suddenly, a deputy general came to his side and whispered, "Commander, I have found out that the one guarding the charging station is Immortal Emperor Gongsun Lu. He was seriously injured and has 2,000 heavenly soldiers."
Luosha frowned and thought.
"Commander, let's get started. Brothers are ready. The Sword Burial Master must not die today no matter what."
Luosha whispered softly, "If we start, it will be our brothers who will die."
"Commander, you once told us that a drop of kindness should be repaid with a spring. The Sword Burial Master has been very good to the brothers. Without him, many of the brothers would not even be able to break through the Immortal King realm."
"And they usually take good care of us. If we sit back and watch them die today without helping, then are we still human beings?"
Luosha raised his head with a calm look in his eyes.
Yes, if Zang really died in heaven today, how would they save their face?
Everyone in the world knows that the Shazi Camp values righteousness, and as for burying them, the grace of this is self-evident, not to mention the things he sent.
It is the greetings during festivals and the practice of martial arts, this is a great favor, a favor that can never be forgotten.
Now that he is in trouble, how can they just sit back and watch?
"Commander-in-chief, give the order."
"Yes, brother, don't hesitate."
Faced with the urging of his men, his eyes became firm and he looked forward.
"Tell the brothers to get ready!"
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