The nine-headed lion's long hair flew as it howled toward the sky, shattering the sky with a single roar. Its aura was many times stronger than Ye Ming, who was also an emperor.
"Buzz!"
The nine-headed lion's body flickered, its figure vanishing, and when it reappeared, it was already in front of Mo Nian and the others, blocking their path back to the barrier.
The nine-headed lion struck down with a claw, fierce and forceful, shattering a large area of space and actually covering Mo Nian, Aman, Ziyan, and Ye Zhiqiu all at once.
Aman wielded the Western Desert axe, and regardless of whether the nine-headed lion proved himself emperor or not, he charged forward with an axe.
But with the nine-headed lion's full-force strike, Aman fell into the earth like a meteor, carving a huge hole in the earth.
"Not on the same level."
Mo Nian was shocked. Both were emperors, but the nine-headed lion's strength was far greater than Ye Ming's.
They had all been misled by Ye Ming's strength, thinking that the Emperor of the Other World was just as powerful. Now, with the Nine-Headed Lion making his move, they realized the huge gap between the two.
"Clang, clang, clang, clang..."
Ziyan flicked her jade-like hand swiftly, the sound of killing power trembling. The nine-headed lion suddenly roared toward the sky, sending out a ripple. Ziyan's arm shook violently, and she couldn't keep playing. A look of shock appeared on her face as her demonic soul-refining melody was interrupted.
"Do you think I'm Ye Ming, that self-righteous idiot? To strike first, he took a shortcut to become emperor, hoping to claim credit.
Using the beings of the evil path as sacrifices to forcibly advance his realm—he had no idea that all he sacrificed were followers of evil gods. Their faith power would become the greatest obstacle to his imperial power, preventing it from being condensed.
He possessed the power of the Imperial Dao, but couldn't gather it. Although his aura was strong, he was just a pretty face—one thing to intimidate, but his real combat power was far from it. The Nine-Headed Lion looked at the shocked faces of Mo Nian, Ye Zhiqiu, and Zi Yan, and couldn't help but sneer.
"Long Chen, why aren't you coming out here to die?" The nine-headed lion shouted.
"Want Long Chen to come out?" Could it be that your braised lion's head meatballs are already ready? Mo Nian sneered, but inwardly he was cursing that things were getting worse.
As the powerful beings from the other world relentlessly slaughtered living beings, more and more blood soul power filled the entire continent.
Suddenly, Mo Nian noticed that, at some point, a massive spatial gate had appeared in the directions of Demon Spirit Mountain, the Yin-Yang Realm, the Evil God Tomb, and the Ancient Battlefield.
The Gate of Space had already begun to slowly open. Although it hadn't fully opened yet, the terrifying aura behind the door made heaven and earth tremble.
"Let's find a way to take one out first."
Mo Nian suddenly sent a message to Qin Fairy, Ye Zhiqiu, and Aman. Now, facing two Great Emperors at once, being attacked from both sides would be doomed. One had to be eliminated, and their target was Ye Ming.
"Boom!"
The four of them charged at Ye Ming at the same time. The persimmon had to pick the softest one; only by taking out Ye Ming first could they have a slim chance of survival.
"Hmph, Ye Ming may be an idiot, but I won't just stand by and watch you kill him." The nine-headed lion sneered, tearing through the sky with his bare hands, and charged at Mo Nian.
The Nine-Headed Lion was the strongest of the demon beast clan. At a glance, he could tell that among the four, the only one posing a threat to Ye Ming was Mo Nian.
Mo Nian was not skilled in close combat and was the weakest among the four. The Nine-Headed Lion chose to strike Mo Nian.
"Boom boom boom... Mo
Nian fired nine arrows in a row, flying from nine different directions toward the nine-headed lion. Each arrow aimed straight at the vital spot. His archery was extremely skillful—the nine arrows were sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes fierce, sometimes gentle.
"Are you tickling Grandpa?" The nine-headed lion sneered.
"Boom boom boom... The
nine heads around the nine-headed lion's neck glowed, and its body expanded into a protective halo. Nine arrows struck the halo, shattering one after another.
Mo Nian was shocked. After the Nine-Headed Lion attained emperorhood, he was far stronger than Ye Ming. His arrows could threaten Ye Ming, but not the Nine-Headed Lion.
If the explosive arrow doesn't hit the main body, no matter how powerful it is, it can't be fully utilized—at best, it's just an expensive firework.
With this, the entire plan was interrupted. Aman immediately responded to Mo Nian. If Mo Nian faced the Nine-Headed Lion alone, it would be dangerous.
Aman and Ye Zhiqiu attacked the nine-headed lion at the same time, while Ziyan fought Ye Ming herself. The South Sea zither in Ziyan's hand trembled, its strings quivering, and divine swords shot out from the strings, slashing at Ye Ming.
Ye Ming had previously been severely injured in succession and had lost his sharpness. Now, facing Zi Yan's blade blockade, he had tried several times but couldn't break through, making him roar in anger.
Ye Ming was so frustrated he was about to go mad. He had sacrificed the power of an emperor to prove himself emperor at the fastest speed, hoping to seize the core of the star domain first. But now, he realized how foolish he was.
He had seriously underestimated the foundation of the Tianwu Continent, and even more so the Emperor's methods. Now, he had become a joke—a laughingstock of the world.
Boom boom boom boom...
Ziyan temporarily sealed off Ye Ming alone. Aman, Mo Nian, and Ye Zhiqiu were suppressed by the Nine-Headed Lion, leaving them in a sorry state. Every collision with Aman sent him flying, his palms cracked, blood flowing everywhere.
"Long Chen, have you become a coward hiding your head? Then I'll kill them all. The nine-headed lion sneered, his moves growing ever fiercer.
Inside the barrier, Ling Yunzi leaned forward slightly, but was held back by the High Priest: "We need to preserve our strength. If we can buy a little time, we should do so as much as possible. This is not the critical moment yet." Only
then did Ling Yunzi nod. Although Mo Nian, Aman, and Ye Zhiqiu looked extremely dangerous, they were not yet at the end of their rope.
If they were truly about to be killed, it would trigger the Supreme Artifact's rule that prioritizes protecting its master, and the Emperor would do everything to help them. However, at that point, without the power of the five divine artifacts, the grand array would collapse instantly.
"Whoosh"
Suddenly, someone stood up from within the formation. Gu Yang, Li Qi, Song Mingyuan, Yue Zifeng, Guo Ran, Xia Chen, Meng Qi, Chu Yao, Tang Wan'er, Dong Mingyu, Liu Ruyan, Yue Xiaoqian, Xiao Yun, and others all woke up.
They had already advanced to the Saint realm. After advancing to the Saint realm, they all woke up, because their cultivation would no longer increase.
The Saint Realm is their current peak state. The fortune of the Tianwu Continent will ultimately concentrate on Long Chen, so they can no longer break through.
To become a strong person, besides needing talent and effort, it also needs the blessing of Heavenly Dao fortune.
Nangong Zuiyue, Beitang Rushuang, Ximen Tianxiong, Hu Feng, Ye Lingshan, and other powerful figures also woke up one after another, and they too became Saints, stepping into the pinnacle.
"Senior, let us fight. Mo Nian and the others can't hold on much longer." Guo Ran, clad in armor and wielding twin blades, was eager to rush out and fight them immediately.