Swoosh!
As Saint Harris waved the golden tree branch in his hand, the golden tree branch instantly expanded.
Under everyone's gaze, seven small branches grew out of thin air on the golden tree branch. They were all blood-red, and an extremely terrifying aura was emitted from them.
"What a powerful blood aura. As expected of the number one powerhouse in India, Lord Gerrard Beast Emperor's spirit treasure!"
"It's said that in order to refine this treasure, Lord Gerrard forcefully took in hundreds of thousands of refugees. This Golden Divine Tree absorbed hundreds of thousands of blood aura …"
At that moment, the expressions of the western powerhouses changed.
Many experts from the Hua nation stared at the Emperor Realm Divine Tree with extremely solemn expressions.
The Beast Emperor's spirit treasure!
Could Mad Southern Ye resist it?
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh …
Immediately after, the seven small branches on the Emperor Stage Divine Tree moved in the wind and flew out at the same time. They were like the ferocious tongues of ancient ferocious beasts.
As the Golden Divine Tree expanded, Saint Harris's body shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Clearly, he had sacrificed all of his blood aura.
"Mad Southern Ye, die!"
"Hahaha!"
Harris, who was as shriveled as a mummy, laughed maniacally.
As soon as he finished speaking.
The seven branches that were like ferocious tongues charged at Ye Chen with a monstrous murderous aura. They were so powerful that they almost covered the entire world.
"Is that all you've got? You want to kill me?! "
Ye Chen placed one hand behind his back and extended the other from his chest. His movements seemed extremely ordinary.
However, in everyone's eyes, it was like an azure dragon's giant claw that swept across the region, forcefully traversing the sky.
"Rumble …"
The azure dragon's giant claw directly enveloped the Golden Divine Tree that covered the sky. A visible origin energy storm swept out in all directions, accompanied by a large amount of blood aura.
Its might was shocking!
Saint Harris spat a mouthful of blood and retreated repeatedly. His face was filled with extreme shock, "How is this possible? How is this possible?! "
That was a spirit treasure bestowed by his master, the only Beast Emperor in India. Even the Beast Emperor of the West or the Saint of the East could not destroy it, right?
However, Ye Chen crushed it forcefully?
His expression changed as he thought to this point. He then looked at Ye Chen, "Y-You're a saint …"
"Die!"
Before he could finish his sentence, Ye Chen stepped forward and an endless amount of divine might bloomed under his foot.
Bang!
The killing intent in Ye Chen's eyes was boundless. His gaze was terrifying and his black hair fluttered in the wind. With a stomp, he crushed the man's body and turned his Astral Body into ashes.
Suddenly, the heavens and the earth fell into a dead silence!
At this moment, whether it was the experts from the East or the West, all of their expressions changed, and they felt fear from the bottom of their hearts.
This was especially true for the western powerhouses. They were in despair!
Although the Indian Saint Harris only had the battle prowess of a Quasi-Saint, his strength was enough to place him in the top twenty in the entire world. Furthermore, he had the help of the Beast King's sharp weapon. Even if the Beast King were to personally attack him, he would not be able to kill him so quickly!
However, he was killed by Ye Chen with a single stomp!
"Sage!!!"
"He's a Saint!"
Some of the surviving Concealed State experts roared out in rage, their faces filled with disbelief.
As soon as these words came out!
The entire place was silent!
A Saint!
In the West, this level of combat power represented the existence of a Beast Emperor. In the entire world, it was only an index!
Some people refused to believe it!
But the truth was right before their eyes!
It had only been half an hour since the battle between the East and the West started. However, too many powerhouses had died in Ye Chen's hands!
Saint Harris of India!
Japanese Yin Yang Master, Heavenly Yin Evil Master!
England's Second Prince of the Blood Tribe!
Totem City's High Priest, Christian!
…
In total, there were more than 20 of them, and they were all supreme powerhouses from the various secret realms and holy lands!
"Die!"
At the same time, on the other side of the battlefield, the Patriarch of Hell killed a Beast King from Mount Olympus with a single strike!
Ye Wushuang, Luo Tianya, and the rest killed many people one after another, causing the balance of the battle to tilt in China's favor.
On the other hand, the Oracle of Mount Olympus had already fought with the Kunlun Ruins' Saint, Zi Qingcang, to the heavens. Both sides were injured, and they were fighting with their lives on the line.
"The West is doomed. What should we do now? Should we run? "
"No, if we run away, the Chinese powerhouses will definitely take advantage of the victory to pursue us. We'll die even faster!"
"How can Mad Southern Ye be so powerful? If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have joined the East Punitive Army even if I was beaten to death …"
At that moment, discussions broke out among the Western army. Many people were terrified and regretful.
At the end of the day, Ye Chen had no enmity with some of the secret realms and holy lands.
The reason why they joined in was purely because they thought that Mad Southern Ye would definitely lose with so many secret realms and holy lands working together. Therefore, they joined in because they wanted to fish in troubled waters and get a share of the loot.
However, who would have thought that after the battle started, it would be such an unacceptable outcome?
"Now, we can only rely on the Holy Mountain, Mount Olympus' Oracle, to turn the tide!"
"Lord Oracle is being held back by the eastern saints. I'm afraid he won't be able to care about us unless we have a hidden trump card!"
Countless Western powerhouses were secretly terrified.
It was as if to verify his guess.
At that moment, a young man in a suit took a step forward. He looked at Ye Chen and said while sneering, "Mad Southern Ye, don't be too cocky. Before we came, the Blood Clan had a backup plan!"
"The Vatican also has a backup plan!" The only remaining red-robed archbishop in the Vatican's camp also sneered.
Before everyone could react, the young man in the suit suddenly bit the tip of his tongue and quickly drew a strange blood-colored rune in the air.
"Your Excellency, the First Prince Nicholas, your most loyal child, Gaia, awaits your arrival with a blood sacrifice!"
The young man in the suit knelt on the ground, looking extremely pious.
As soon as he said that, intense noises came from the Western camp that was originally in an uproar.
Prince Nicholas!
No one knew how long the First Prince of the Blood Clan of England had lived, and no one had seen his face!
The only thing they knew was that everyone who had seen him was dead. Moreover, it was said that the current Blood Clan's Devil Banquet Party was his descendant!
This person was known as the father of the Blood Clan!
"He's actually going to summon the First Prince Nicholas. If that's the case, Mad Southern Ye will definitely die!"
Many Western powerhouses were secretly delighted. They stared at the space around them, faintly prepared to welcome the battle.
However, as time passed, there was no movement between heaven and earth.
In the end, even the young man's expression changed. He kowtowed again and said, "Your Excellency, the First Prince Nicholas, your most loyal child, Gaia, awaits your arrival with a blood sacrifice!"
"Are you going to summon this piece of trash?"
At that moment, a disdainful voice came from the western horizon.
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