Wu Chou stamped his foot on the ground. Instantly, a huge force was injected into the floor, causing the ground to tremble violently. With him as the center, the area within a radius of a thousand meters seemed to be experiencing a major earthquake. Many jailers could not stand and fell to the ground one after another.
The Sea King's subordinates were also very fierce. Ji Hao, the fist-maniac, directly released his Sacred Level Martial Soul — Yin-Yang Divine Fist.
His Martial Soul's ability was similar to the blade shadow from before. His fists controlled the power of Yin and Yang.
Yin Fist!
Ji Hao gathered the 'Yin power' in his left hand and threw a punch towards the air, releasing an invisible shockwave.
The space in front of him seemed to explode and spread forward at an extremely fast speed, reaching a distance of three thousand meters.
Then, an unimaginable scene appeared!
Wherever the invisible shock wave passed, many jailers fell one after another. Although they looked unscathed, their internal organs were directly burst into pieces. They fell to the ground and turned into corpses.
Although the Sea King's subordinates were fierce, there were too many jailers. They could not be dealt with in a short time.
Yasuo was only Wu Huang. Soon, he was surrounded by many jailers.
Yasuo's expression was a little ugly. As a macheteman, he was at a loss as to what to do.
The Sacred Alliance did not capture him for the Purple Flame Devil Saber. After all, the quality of this saber was not good enough for the Sacred Alliance to fall in love with it.
The Sacred Alliance mainly wanted to know how Yasuo obtained this saber.
Therefore, before Yasuo was imprisoned in the "mantle prison," he had left the Purple Flame Devil Saber with Alchemist Murong.
Now that he was surrounded by so many jailers, Yasuo was a little powerless.
"Hurry up and capture him!" A cadre with the rank of Wu Huang yelled. Behind him, hundreds of jailers waved their chains, trying to capture Yasuo again.
At this moment, an invisible energy descended from the sky. Instantly, these jailers were frozen on the spot, unable to move.
Then, the jailers' vision blurred. Before they could react, densely packed metal daggers suddenly appeared in front of them.
Swish!
All the daggers were waved at the same time, and countless bloody mists instantly shot out. A large amount of blood sprayed on Yasuo's body, almost turning him into a bloody man.
"Elder Ye, you should have been more careful." Yasuo wiped the blood off his face and complained.
"This old man will pay attention next time." The person who had saved Yasuo was Ye Shenghui.
Ye Shenghui gently waved the broom in his right hand, condensing a long blade in the void, and said, "I'll make do with it for now."
Yasuo seemed to have changed into a different person after receiving the long blade. His eyes were filled with battle intent, and his Martial Spirit emerged behind him as he charged into the enemy ranks.
The entire "mantle prison" became extremely chaotic. Lin Yun and Luo Ze almost turned into two afterimages as they shuttled back and forth in this vast space.
Both of them were Level Eight Wu Sheng. Any residual power from their attacks would be enough to shatter the prison guards.
"Tie him up!" The ten Wu Huang officers on the second floor shouted in unison and threw the chains in their hands at Lin Yun.
At the same time, Luo Ze stabbed out with his sword at lightning speed, and a sword ray shot out from the black sword in his hand.
There was sword qi in front of him, and there was a chain attack from behind.
Lin Yun grinned and revealed a disdainful smile. His figure suddenly flashed, and he instantly disappeared without a trace.
"So fast …" Luo Ze's expression was solemn, but his heart was full of doubts.
Lin Yun's strength had already reached Level Eight Wu Sheng, and he should have been imprisoned on the fourth floor of the "mantle prison." Why did the Holy Lord of Illusion only imprison Lin Yun on the third floor?
If Lin Yun was imprisoned on the fourth floor with Xiang Yonghong personally watching over him, and the fourth floor was much stricter than the first three floors, Lin Yun definitely wouldn't be able to escape.
It seemed like the Holy Lord of Illusion wanted Lin Yun to escape on purpose.
All kinds of thoughts flashed through Luo Ze's mind, but before he could completely understand, Lin Yun had already arrived.
Lin Yun soared into the sky and directly pounced toward Luo Ze. Hundreds of prison guards blocked his way, and Lin Yun was like a killing machine, waving the Netherworld Holy Sword.
Pfft, pfft, pfft!
In an instant, blood flashed, and the hundreds of prison guards' heads exploded one after another. Lin Yun's sword pierced through their foreheads, and they died on the spot.
"Sinner, you still dare to act rashly!" Luo Ze shouted, and the black sword in his hand slashed toward Lin Yun.
Although his feet didn't move, as Luo Ze waved his sword, a bright black light suddenly appeared above Lin Yun's head, and it crushed down like a mountain.
Armageddon Godly Sword Technique — Fourth Style!
Lin Yun slashed toward the sky, and this sword seemed to tear the sea of stars. In an instant, it formed a crescent-shaped sword aura, and with an unstoppable momentum, it slashed toward the sky.
Boom!
Accompanied by an earth-shattering explosion, the crescent-shaped sword aura released by Lin Yun directly collided with the black light.
In an instant, the sound of metal clashing could be heard, and it resounded in all directions.
"As expected …" Lin Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, and he saw a pile of materialized swords in the dust that filled the sky.
After these materialized swords collided with the crescent-shaped sword aura, some of them turned into metal powder, and some were not destroyed. Instead, they shot in all directions like arrows.
Bang, bang, bang!
These swords contained terrifying power, and when they landed among the group of jailers, they instantly killed hundreds of them.
Wu Chou and the others were also affected. Seeing these swords rushing over, they all retreated, not daring to face them head-on.
The battle between the Sea King and Long Chen had also reached its climax. When the two of them collided with each other's palms, they were sent flying back just in time for the black swords to shoot over.
The two of them turned into two afterimages, dodging all the swords.
Long Chen retreated a hundred meters and landed on a wall. Frowning, he stared at the distant Lin Yun and muttered, "How can he be so strong …"
He had a deep understanding of Luo Ze. He was an expert amongst the eighth rank Wu Sheng, and adding on his extremely powerful martial spirit, he could be called an invincible war god.
But looking at the current situation, he was completely unable to take down Lin Yun. In fact, he was even showing signs of being suppressed by Lin Yun.
Everyone from the Sacred Alliance was in awe. This group of criminals was too strong.
Even though they had an absolute advantage in numbers, they were still unable to block the attacks of these criminals.
"AHH!" Just at this moment, a deep roar rang out from the distance. Everyone turned to see Long Chen's body shaking intensely as he flew back. His entire arm was a bloody mess, and white bone could be seen.
"You dare to be distracted while fighting me? You're too arrogant!" The Sea King was like a war god standing on the ground. There were still specks of blood on the Sea King's trident. It could be imagined that Long Chen had paid a price for being distracted just now.
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