Ye Feng's face was filled with coldness. As the Jinghong Sword trembled slightly, countless sword lights surged out, turning dozens of independent cultivators who were setting up the formation into dust on the spot.
The Baizhang Dharma Image emitted golden light, shocking all directions.
But it seemed as if those wandering cultivators could never be killed off. One batch after another was killed, continuously.
Ye Feng’s spiritual power was almost exhausted, and there were piles of corpses under his feet. However, at a glance, those wandering cultivators were still a large black mass.
He could feel that he had killed quite a few people, probably over a million, but facing these endless stream of wandering cultivators, he suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness.
Even though he could kill a hundred people with one sword, to kill a million people he would need to swing the sword ten thousand times and consume ten thousand times of spiritual power.
But millions of people are nothing compared to this infinite number.
Moreover, he had a vague feeling that someone was watching him. That person should be a truly powerful cultivator among the casual cultivators. He must be hesitant about something, so he had not personally come out to deal with him.
"retreat!"
At this moment, a majestic and solemn order came from behind the cultivators, and in just a moment, those cultivators retreated like a tide.
Only Ye Feng and the border soldiers were left with a confused look on their faces.
"What's going on?"
Ye Feng didn't understand what was going on, so he released the Law of Heaven and Earth and looked exhausted.
He didn't want to think too much, so he took the remaining soldiers on the border back and found a tidy room to lie down.
He never imagined that one day he would kill so many people and watch countless lives disappear in his hands.
Ye Feng was somewhat tired of this kind of killing that was like slaughtering chickens and dogs, and he was exhausted both physically and mentally.
He didn't have the energy to think about why those casual cultivators would risk their lives to attack the border. This had no practical benefits for them.
Soon, Ye Feng fell into a deep sleep.
Ye Jinyan appeared next to Ye Feng, gently stroking Ye Feng's frown with his fingers.
Lying quietly beside Ye Feng, she held him in her arms.
"Why are you working so hard? You haven't grown up enough to decide the outcome of this war."
"Faced with this level of human wave tactics, what can you do alone?"
Ye Jinyan said with some heartache.
She could feel Ye Feng's physical and mental exhaustion, which was something she had never experienced before.
Ye Feng rubbed himself gently in her arms, found an extremely comfortable position, and stretched out his hands to wrap around Ye Jinyan's slender waist.
Ye Jinyan was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. This bad guy only knew how to do this kind of thing.
He cursed secretly in his heart, but his body honestly adjusted its position so that Ye Feng could sleep more comfortably.
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Dozens of miles away from the border, a large number of independent cultivators gathered here to adjust their status.
Many of them still had fear in their eyes.
"Didn't they say that the highest level of cultivation in this damn place is only to transcend the Nine Tribulations? Then what about Bai Changgao's Dharma Image? Can you tell me what the strength of transcending the Nine Tribulations was back then? This is simply a joke!"
Someone said in fear and uncertainty.
They lost millions of people today, but a small half of them died at the hands of such a monstrous person...
Aren’t they all at the level of having passed through nine tribulations?
"If this is only the Nine Tribulations, I'm going to be shocked. A single strike could kill hundreds of our brothers. Is this the Nine Tribulations?"
"I think it was those bastards from the Xiao family who deceived us. Why didn't they tell us earlier about such a powerful figure? Millions of our brothers died tragically at his hands."
"Honestly, I don't want to face that kind of monster. We'd be courting death if we went up there!"
"Yes, just think about the corpses piled up at that guy's feet, they've become a mountain..."
“…”
These people were talking to each other. They were naturally not afraid when facing normal soldiers, but Ye Feng was obviously abnormal!
How can we play the game where one person can be as powerful as a million soldiers?
In the central tent of this group of scattered cultivators
"Lord Tianhou, why should we retreat? That man is clearly exhausted. How many more can he kill? One hundred thousand? Five hundred thousand? We can wear him down to death!"
A man stood up and looked at the Divine Fire Heavenly Marquis who was sitting in the first seat, his eyes full of confusion.
It was such a good opportunity. They used the lives of millions of soldiers to drag that man to exhaustion. But at this time, Shenhuo Tianhou suddenly ordered a retreat. This was something he didn't understand.
The Divine Fire Heavenly Marquis, a burly man with a naked upper body, has a red flame tattoo on his body that emits a faint glow, and is extremely majestic.
“I have my own considerations on this matter.”
Shenhuo Tianhou's gaze fell on the young man in front of him, and his eyes were filled with extreme indifference and calmness.
"I need answers!"
The man looked at Shenhuo Tianhou with a burning gaze, without any fear or retreat in his eyes.
"General An, I am a marquis, and you are only a general. You have no right to ask me to answer your questions!"
The Divine Fire Heavenly Marquis looked at General An with an icy gaze.
The Dark General looked at the Divine Fire Heavenly Marquis stubbornly:
"My father is the Dark King! I'm a prince, so why can't I be compared to a Heavenly Marquis like you?!"
"Haha, Dark King, but I am directly responsible to the Golden King. I don't need to follow the Dark King's orders."
Shenhuo Tianhou curled his lips. This Dark General was really self-righteous. The Dark King had been disabled for so many years, and his backer was the only king in the world of demons who was in full power - the Golden King!
He is not at all inferior to this so-called son of the Dark King.
General An looked at Shenhuo Tianhou with a gloomy face. He had never suffered such a great humiliation since he was a child. Whoever saw him would not respectfully call him Prince An?
"Divine Fire Heavenly Marquis, how dare you! How dare you defy the Dark King? This is insubordination!"
The dark general pointed at the nose of the Divine Fire Heavenly Marquis, his eyes filled with anger.
Shenhuo Tianhou slammed the table, stood up, and his eyes were cold:
"You are being presumptuous. I am a Heavenly Marquis, a Quasi-Emperor, and the next successor to the throne of the King of Light. How dare you act presumptuously in front of me?!"
The Dark General looked at the Divine Fire Heavenly Marquis in horror, his lips trembling:
"The throne of the King of Light? How is that possible? The Emperor's status has remained unattainable for so many years. What makes you say you are the successor to the throne of the King of Light?"
"There's no need to explain my affairs to you. You just need to know that if I were to succeed the throne of King Guang, my status would be even higher than that useless father of yours!"
Shenhuo Tianhou narrowed his eyes, his gaze was sharp, and he did not give the so-called Dark King any face at all.
He tapped the dark general's head with his fingers:
"You'd better not provoke me, otherwise I will let you die in this little world!"
An Jiang's body trembled violently, and he lowered his head and dared not speak again.
The lineage of the King of Light and the lineage of the King of Darkness are natural enemies. Therefore, if Shenhuo Tianhou did not lie, as the successor to the throne of the King of Light, he would really find a reason to kill him, the son of the King of Darkness.
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