Since the start of this battle, there had never been a large number of Renhuangs who had fallen like this.
At this moment, Ye Futian, who was bathed in the imperial glory, was unstoppable.
Looking at the shattered figures, the other Renhuangs in the army felt a strong sense of fear. Some of them already had the idea of retreating and wanted to withdraw from the battlefield.
In this battlefield, in front of Ye Futian, those who did not have a perfect Divine Wheel dared to step forward. They would be killed instantly. Under such circumstances, who would be willing to die?
Another round of divine glory fell, and all the figures close to Ye Futian were pierced. When the moonlight fell on their bodies, they died.
Ye Futian's strength caused the violent battlefield on the left and right sides to be ignored.
Such a battlefield gave people the illusion that lower-level Renhuangs were like ants.
They were at the same level, but the difference in strength was so huge.
One figure after another began to retreat, avoiding a head-on collision with Ye Futian. In the sky above, some monstrous possessors of perfect Divine Wheels frowned. Faced with the current battlefield, they were actually somewhat helpless.
Their Law Power attacks could not get close to Ye Futian.
"I'll trap him. You guys attack," a voice said. A voice rang out. A dark silhouette appeared in the air, exuding an extremely tyrannical aura. His body exuded a wild and violent aura as destructive darkness currents flowed around him, wreaking havoc in the world. In his hands, there was a jet-black treasure that emitted a crisp sound. It was a black chain.
"Go."
His arm trembled, and suddenly, the chain shot down. In an instant, there was a clattering sound. Countless dark chains descended from the sky, covering the sky and the sun. Each chain made a terrible sonic boom.
Hundreds of millions of chains covered the boundless void, sealing Ye Futian in all directions. The jet-black light exploded and turned into a dark prison. There were still many chains that directly attacked Ye Futian.
This was an indestructible ritual implement. Its attack power was weak, but it could trap people. At this moment, Ye Futian was too dangerous. They had to restrict his movements.
Ye Futian looked up. The Divine Light of Yin bloomed, causing the chains that were close to him to gradually be covered in frost. His eyes were extremely frightening. They pierced through the cracks of the dark prison formed by the chains and looked at the figure in the void.
After the divine object exploded, it turned into a boundless prison, trying to imprison him.
The moonlight released an even more powerful divine light, directly covering the Prison of Darkness. The endless chains were sealed in ice. The power of Yin invaded, causing the Prison of Darkness to solidify, turning it into a still prison.
Ye Futian's body flashed and he charged in one direction. His divine sword flashed and he charged out from the gap between the chains. His body charged straight towards the figure high up in the sky.
The cultivator's expression changed slightly, and his arm trembled violently. Suddenly, he wanted to retract the chain and wrap it around Ye Futian. However, the treasure that had been frozen by the power of Yin seemed to be out of his control. At the same time, he saw a full moon in front of him. In the next moment, endless Shadow Qi flowed onto his body.
Boom! An overbearing dark aura burst forth from his body, wanting to destroy the power of Yin. His body seemed to be covered with a layer of dark armor. The Yin Divine Thunder struck his body, but it was unable to kill him in an instant.
It was as if the black armor was also a treasure.
"Buzz!" Divine light rained down on the cultivators around him. With a single thought, the divine sword sliced through the sky and shot towards them, causing the cultivators to retreat. Two of them did not have enough cultivation and were killed by the Divine Thunder of Yin right away.
Ye Futian himself took a step forward and descended in front of the overbearing Renhuang. He swung the long staff in his hand. A loud rumbling sound rang out, and the space seemed to be on the verge of exploding. The surrounding cultivators were shocked, and then they saw the staff slash down.
Pfft! He spat out a mouthful of blood. Although the cultivator had a ritual implement to protect him, his eyes were still wide open. He spat out blood, and his spiritual soul collapsed. He was killed by the boundless and overbearing power that separated him from the ritual implement. His body fell from the sky.
Many people from the Dark Court knew which force that person was from. They felt a chill in their hearts. They could not stop him.
Whoever stopped him would die.
Ye Futian's gaze swept forward, and he continued forward. The moon hung high in the sky, sprinkling down divine light. Wisps of air currents were like lightning. It was the Yin Divine Thunder.
On his left were the Buddhist cultivators, and on his right were Yu Sheng and the others.
At this moment, all the cultivators in front of Ye Futian took the initiative to retreat. No one stopped him.
No one dared to stop them.
Many people had already paid with their lives for this. In addition to the Dark Court's own forces, the army of the Dark Court also included cultivators from some major forces in the Dark World. They came to the Original Realm to fight for benefits, so that they could gain a foothold in the Original Realm in the future. But they were naturally unwilling to give up their lives to fight for the victory of the Original Realm.
Even the cultivators of the Dark Court themselves were not willing to die. That was why the cultivators of the Divine Prefecture had retreated before.
The divine sword floated in the air behind Ye Futian, and the long staff was held in his hand. Moonlight poured down, and there was no one within a certain range in front of him.
He looked into the distance. The leading figures of the Dark Court were there, and among them was the Proud Son of the Underworld, Qi Ye.
Qi Ye's eyes were also fixed on Ye Futian. Was he coming for him?
Ye Futian said that to kill the enemy leader, one must first capture the leader.
He was coming directly for him. How arrogant was that?
If what he said before seemed a little arrogant, then at this moment, no one doubted that Ye Futian was fulfilling his words. He had killed his way here, and now no one dared to stop him. His goal was the Proud Son of the Underworld.
Qi Ye did not retreat. Who was he? He was the heir of the Lord of the Underworld, the Proud Son of the Underworld, the leading figure on the battlefield. If the overall situation was a rout, retreat would only be an expedient measure. But now, it was not a rout, but the opponent alone had defeated the army, killed his way into the hinterland, and headed straight for him.
How could they retreat?
Retreating meant that the Dark Army could not deal with Ye Futian alone. Then, what chance would they have in the future? The army fought head-on and was killed by Ye Futian. What could they do after retreating?
As long as Ye Futian was on the battlefield, they could directly admit defeat.
Therefore, Qi Ye's retreat meant defeat.
Moreover, his identity did not allow him to retreat.
In the outside world, the cultivators of the Dark Court, the Empty Divine Realm, and the Divine Prefecture were all watching this battle. Everything that happened here was seen by the cultivators of the outside world. The Proud Son of the Underworld who fled without fighting and was scared out of his wits by Ye Futian alone?
If he returned to the Dark Court, his fate would probably be very miserable.
The Sons of the Underworld were created through cruel competition. The Dark Court did not need weak and incompetent people.
Ye Futian came to a place not far from the Proud Son of the Underworld. The figures standing around him were all elite cultivators of the Dark Court. In another direction, the cultivators of the Evil Emperor Realm were also coming this way. Spatial divine light surged, and it was extremely frightening.
However, the Dark Phoenix Army was also coming. After Ye Futian unleashed his strength, the cultivators of the Divine Prefecture also began to counterattack.
Ye Futian's side seemed to have formed a tripartite situation. However, both sides were targeting Ye Futian.
When the moonlight fell, a black robe floated in front of the cultivators of the Dark Court. A frightening dark storm gathered and turned into a frightening black hole vortex, swallowing the moonlight that fell into it.
In another location, the leading cultivator of the Evil Emperor Realm unleashed his divine sword. The divine sword that had been used by the Great Emperor released an unparalleled divine light of space. It tore through everything. Even the Divine Light of Yin was shattered by it. Both powers were extremely powerful.
"Who do you want to deal with first?" The handsome monk asked Ye Futian. He wanted Ye Futian to choose his opponent, and he could help to stall the other side first.
Although Ye Futian's strength was extremely powerful, facing the top figures of two major camps at the same time would probably be somewhat stressful.
The Buddhists, Yu Sheng, and the others could share some of the pressure and deal with the other side first.
"Them," Ye Futian said to the cultivators of the Dark Court.
The reason why he chose the Dark Court was also very simple. He still had some unresolved grievances with the Dark Court.
Back then, the Dark Court had used the power of Hell to make a comeback and killed many people in the Nine Realms, including the cultivators of the Heavenly Mandate Academy. They went to the Hidden Land Realm and were used to open the Gate of Hell. He had not settled that score.
In addition, there was that poor girl, Ye Qingyao. She had been forcibly taken away by the army of the Dark Court when they came to the Heavenly Mandate Academy. Although Ye Qingyao had been willing, she had been forced by the Dark Court. She did not want to implicate anyone else.
Now, it was time to settle this score.
"Alright." The handsome monk looked at Yu Sheng and the others and said, "Let's deal with the people of the Empty Divine Realm first."
Yu Sheng nodded silently. He also had a frightening aura of a divine item on him. His might pressed down on the space, causing an extremely frightening aura to form around him.
Ye Futian stepped forward. He walked alone towards the most elite group of cultivators of the Dark Court. The others would deal with the cultivators of the Evil Emperor Realm.
"How arrogant." When the people inside and outside the battlefield saw this scene, they all thought to themselves. One person was dealing with the strongest force of the Dark Court. However, Ye Futian's previous performance was indeed too strong. If it was Qi Ye, the Proud Son of the Underworld, it would not be enough.
Qi Ye's cultivation was the same as Ye Futian's. He only had a second-tier Divine Wheel. When Ye Futian released the will of the Great, his realm was enough to suppress him. Moreover, he had mastered the power of Yin. Even the Proud Son of the Underworld would not be able to defeat Ye Futian.
A cold murderous intent flashed in Ye Futian's eyes as he stared at Qi Ye. This scene caused Qi Ye's eyes to turn extremely cold. They turned into the Eyes of the Underworld, incomparably terrifying. Ye Futian actually had the thought of killing him right here and now.
Thinking back to the battle in the Empty Imperial Palace, Qi Ye felt that he had been mocked. Ye Futian, who had been easily crushed by him last time, now wanted to kill him directly.
A cultivator of the Original Realm wanted to kill him, the Proud Son of the Underworld.
He stretched out his hands, and a frightening dark storm gathered. It became more and more frightening. A terrifying hell-like black hole appeared above Ye Futian's head!
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