At that moment, Ye Mo seemed to have crossed countless years. At the moment when the meatball exploded, the world had completely changed. The calamity of the Ancient Drill had also descended.
The Eighth Wheel Transformation broke the shackles without any suspense, and once again, the Ninth Wheel Transformation was broken.
Ye Mo had already comprehended the Ninth Wheel Transformation. Suddenly, there was no obstacle.
The Ninth Wheel Transformation had reached the last realm of the Samsara Realm. The perfect use of the Power of Time was far more powerful than the Eighth Wheel Transformation. It was full of the aura of the Time Drill, and could defeat the opponent at will.
Only by reaching the Ninth Wheel Transformation could one be considered a true expert in the Samsara Realm. One could begin to comprehend the Soul Power and truly step into the peak of the realm.
Wen Chichi's self-destruction had helped Ye Mo achieve his goals.
Another picture condensed in the air. It was an ancient Divine Picture, containing the vicissitudes of the Ancient Era. No one knew what the Ancient Era was.
In the Divine Picture, the Time Rings of the Ancient Era kept blasting out, turning into thousands of troops and horses, attacking Ye Mo.
Ye Mo didn't move at all. The Zhu Deity Thunder Fist smashed down. Any existence that wanted to disobey him was immediately destroyed.
All the energy in the Divine Picture was absorbed by Ye Mo, making Ye Mo's body feel the passage of time. His body was constantly changing. Sometimes he was a baby, sometimes he was a child, and sometimes he was an old man.
In this constant change, Ye Mo seemed to have gone through an entire century, from the Ancient Era to the present, and then to the future.
In this process, Ye Mo's aura also began to rise, and his whole person had reached an unprecedented peak.
Ye Mo could even feel the strange movement of energy in the void, as if it was going to connect with his body at any time.
The current him could easily kill any expert who had opened the Door of Time and Space six times with a casual wave of his hand. Even experts who had opened the Door of Time and Space seven times were absolutely no match for him.
Compared to before the battle with Wen Chichi, his strength had completely leaped. This scene of change, even Li Murong and the others were completely shocked and speechless.
Ye Mo had broken through four realms in a row. This degree of progress by leaps and bounds was not something that ordinary people could bear. It was something that could only be done by an Immortal.
"This!"
Li Murong was speechless.
He wasn't the only one. All the other lords were dumbfounded as they looked at Ye Mo.
This was especially true for the Tianyue Lord. Recalling how he had mocked Ye Mo, he could not help but smile bitterly. Only now did he realize that Xiao Yue had overestimated him when she said he was ignorant.
"Alright, Overlords, there is no need for you to be shocked. That person just now was also a prince of the Dead Soul Tribe. He was the Sixth Prince. Now that he has died, the other side will likely know about it. I hope that everyone will be careful in the chaotic battle tomorrow."
Ye Mo said calmly.
"That's right. Tomorrow might very well be the cruelest day since the Great Chaotic War. Perhaps an expert who has opened the Gate of Time and Space seven times will also appear. Everyone, stay alert."
Li Murong said loudly.
"Yes!"
Everyone nodded in agreement!
..。。
"Yue Yue, are you alright?"
Ye Mo returned to Xiao Yue and asked.
"I'm fine. What happened before?"
Xiao Yue asked curiously.
"It's nothing. Your heart was stolen by an expert who cultivated the Godly Stealing Technique," Ye Mo said calmly.
"But I've already killed him," Ye Mo said calmly. "It's a pity that the weapon spirit of the ring was stolen by him as well."
This ring was a soul weapon that could conceal one's body. However, Wen Chichi's self-destruction technique had also stolen the weapon spirit of the ring, causing the ring to become a useless ring.
When the Dead Soul Camp found out that Wen Chichi had also been killed by Ye Mo, they were completely enraged. However, the Fourth Prince and the Third Prince were both cultivating in seclusion. They could only rely on the lords of the Dead Soul Camp to fight against the Lingwu Camp.
In Hun Wuji's opinion, apart from a few Demi Venerates, the lords of the Departed Spirit's camp were not very powerful. However, he could only calm down and wait for the Fourth and Third Princes to come out of seclusion. At that time, he would be able to sweep through them.
At the moment, the only one they could send out was the Sixth Prince, Huo Peng. Although Huo Peng's strength was at the level of opening the Door of Time and Space five times, he had mastered two high-level Dead Soul Magical Formations.
In the following days, the two sides engaged in a chaotic battle of life and death. Every day, a few lords died on both sides. Ye Mo and Xiao Yue formed a two-man team. This time, they didn't cross the cliff. Instead, they guarded the edge of the cliff. When they saw any lords flying over, they killed them.
This reduced the number of casualties on the Lingwu Camp's side. This kind of battle lasted for a whole month.
Of course, during this month, Ye Mo's biggest gain wasn't the number of lords he killed, but the information he had on the Dead Soul Camp.
Currently, there were four Half Supremacy experts guarding the camp. Apart from the Second Prince, Hun Wuji, there were three other Half Supremacy experts from the Dead Soul Camp.
Of course, according to the information, the Third Prince and the Fourth Prince were also suspected to be Half Supremacy experts. However, Ye Mo had never seen them before.
Of the ten princes, five had died, and one had been defeated by Ye Mo. Apart from the strongest Second Prince, Hun Wuji, there were only the Third Prince, the Fourth Prince, and the Sixth Prince, who Ye Mo had fought a few times before.
The Sixth Prince wasn't strong, but he was able to unleash two types of high-level Dead Soul Formations. Every time he unleashed them, he would be able to pin them down.
Blood Prison Battlefield, Lingwu Camp's territory. Halfway up a mountain, Ye Mo and Xiao Yue stayed there.
"Now that another month has passed," Ye Mo said, shaking his head. "Although the battle is still going on, I feel that the other side doesn't have any intention of fighting. They're just sending the Sixth Prince to pin us down."
Ye Mo couldn't help but shake his head. He had to admit that two high-level Dead Soul Formations were much more difficult than two mid-level Dead Soul Formations. Furthermore, they didn't have a high-level Dream Accessing Stone. Every time they were faced with the high-level Dead Soul Formations, they could only retreat.
"I'm afraid they're waiting for an opportunity," Xiao Yue guessed.
"With the strength of the Dead Soul Camp, they can easily send out many experts who have opened the Doors of Time and Space seven times. But they haven't made a move yet. Instead, they're fighting a war of attrition with us."
"Why don't we head to the Dead Soul Camp's camp and find out what the Dead Soul Camp is planning?"
Ye Mo suggested.
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