409: C409 Last Card

C409 Last Card

This beauty has already been imprisoned in the Tianyu Mystic Realm and has become the slave of your young master. Jian Ruolan said mischievously.

"That, cough, cough, cough, he coughed a few times. As long as Senior Sister has a way, and let the Yin Corpse Sect's patriarchs speak, I … Lee Er said calmly at the time.

Then, Jian Ruolan told him to bring the Yin Corpse Sect elders into the Tianyu Mystic Realm. The two of them would definitely have a way to make them speak.

Sure enough, Nine-headed Stone Lion casually opened an illusion, allowing them to easily reveal the secret they couldn't speak of. All of them, Master Corpse Emperor, had actually allowed the Yin Corpse Sect to shift to their headquarters just because of him, so they could temporarily withdraw from the Yan Wu Continent.

Moreover, the Yin Corpse Sect had already occupied it. A few continents and a few small worlds, and the Divine Martial Empire was probably still holding on, this was why he accelerated back without caring about his life.

Originally, he had planned to sail within the Devilish Sea of Death for half a month, but with an incredible speed, he forcefully shortened it by three times.

Otherwise, in the entire Divine Martial Empire, there would only be a few hundred million cultivators of various families left, and the majority of them were low level cultivation level s. They were all below the Profound Moon Stage, and simply couldn't block the attack of the Yin Corpse Sect, which was more than three billion elite Zombie Army s.

If it wasn't for the sudden descent of Lee Er and his Elite Armament, he wouldn't have survived until today.

Wang Meng... Liu Fen, Gao Zhishang and the other Myriad Swords Sect disciples were extremely excited from the bombardment.

Looking at Ninth Elder and the dozen or so Patriarchs, their hearts ached.

"Hmph, do you really think that without my Yin Corpse Sect and trump cards? "Everyone, Martial Uncle, show us your trump card. Otherwise, Human Youth will really turn the tables on you!" Patriarch Nine said harshly.

There was nothing they could do about it, they could only delay for another second before losing more Zombie Army s. The ten Patriarchs and a dozen or so esteemed elders all refined and controlled their own bodies that were comparable to Great Cultivator of Genuine Tyrant Stage's Blood Clan and brought them out.

Twenty-five of them wore blood-red cloaks and their entire bodies were covered in blood-red armor. Their long nails and two long fangs were still dripping blood, as if they were just eating.

As for that incomparably shriveled face, it was especially hideous. All of them stepped onto the skies as they flew over, and with both of Dong's tightly shut eyes, they uniformly dashed towards the Myriad Swords Sect camp.

Above the walls of the imperial city, Patriarch Zhu, the pillar of Divine Martial Empire, and Great Cultivator of Genuine Tyrant Stage from various races all cried out that the situation wasn't good.

They hurried over to help. If this' Son of Heavenly Destiny ', or the three million people in black cloaks were killed, then their last life-saving straw would be washed away by the flood. Looking at Wu Han Jian and the others who were rushing over to support them, five Genuine Tyrant Stage Patriarchs.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, I want to see how you handle this situation. Even if the five great cultivators were to come, how can you defend against the dried corpses of my sect's ancient Blood Clan relatives?" Patriarch Nine taunted him proudly.

His voice did not hide it at all, resounding through the skies. His purpose was self-evident, and wanted all living beings of the Divine Martial Empire to feel despair.

Furthermore, even the Patriarchs of the great cultivators, who had come to the rescue from the Zhongheng Domain of the imperial city, were not as fast as the twenty-five relatives of the outer sect disciples.

Martial Emperor, Wu, and Long Tian's face were full of regret, if they were not struck dumb by the battle situation earlier, how could the Emperor's Great Formation of Protection be easily broken by the Yin Corpse Sect?

It was simply because of Lee Er's shocking appearance that even though he was the ruler of a country, his blood still boiled. Before this, in order to stabilize his morale and the battle, he randomly made up a "Son of Heavenly Destiny".

And Lee Er had appeared at their most despairing, most powerful, most focused and opportune moment.

Moreover, he even transformed into a Divine Dragon that descended to the world, so it didn't matter to him. With the appearance of the three million Heavy Wheel Stage, Top Expert and Lee Er, the prophets of the ancestors, he chased after them impulsively, wanting to eat the Yin Corpse Sect in one gulp.

He never would have thought that there were still twenty-five in Yin Corpse Sect, and their strength was comparable to Great Cultivator of Genuine Tyrant Stage's. He really wanted to …

"All disciples, aim for these untouchable ghosts and break their bones!" Sect Master Wang Kunloong was the first to react.

At the same time, he sent a sound transmission to the Great Elder, leading his sect's disciples to retreat. The situation was already under the control of the Yin Corpse Sect, if they were caught up, their Myriad Swords Sect might really be destroyed.

This was not the sect's Ancestral Land. If there was Myraid Swords Tower present, even if there were more than twenty dried corpses outside the Blood Clan, they would still be able to fight.

But now, he could only place his hopes on the "Profound Spirit Cannon". Even Top Expert, who had three million Heavy Wheel Stage behind Lee Er, could not kill or even defeat this zombie that was unafraid of death.

BOOM! BOOM! Sixty of them shot out continuously, one after the other, at least every door managed to fire their cannons. Only then did they stop, spitting out a huge wave of energy, which shot towards the dried corpses outside the Blood Clan.

Waves of deafening explosions shook all the disciples with low Myriad Swords Sect and cultivation level s, causing them to feel intense pain from dizziness and eardrums, to the point where they were bleeding from all seven orifices.

"Disciples of the Myriad Swords Sect, this place is too dangerous and is not a battlefield that you can meddle in. Follow me back to the imperial capital. sect master and the others have a way to deal with it," Great Elder Guo Tai's voice sounded at the right time.2

Otherwise, seeing how strong the enemy was and being unable to hold them off, it would be a blow to their morale to retreat for no reason at all. They might as well take advantage of the situation.

More than half of the Myriad Swords Sect disciples followed him and left.

The sound of the explosion finally stopped, and that desiccated body outside the Blood Clan that was frantically being bombarded was completely covered by the thick white smoke, and for the moment, there was not a single movement.

Even the five great cultivators who had rushed over from the distance let out sighs of relief.

As for the Yin Corpse Sect camp, regardless of whether it was the ancestor or the disciples below, all of them had nervous expressions on their faces. If Great Cultivator of Genuine Tyrant Stage's strength was comparable to death, then they could only despair.

As the smoke dissipated, a deep pit for miles was left on the ground. The bottom couldn't be seen, and it was unclear whether or not those red armored corpses had been killed.

Both sides wanted to know the result!

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