Chapter 698 The Emperor's Banner Shows Its Power! High Energy!

"Hahaha, I finally made it after so many years!"

After reacting, Luo Man was ecstatic, which meant that he would be qualified to break through to the Saint King later.

The key is that the King Grade Saint Will can bring him a considerable improvement in strength, which is very helpful for the current battle.

Looking at the silver-haired young man in front of him, Luo Man's eyes were full of murderous intent.

Once, he was also a famous super genius of the Asura clan. Later, he was appreciated by the clan leader and served under him. All along, the young generation he admired was only the peerless monster like the eldest prince. After all, he was stronger than him in terms of bloodline and qualifications, and he was convinced of his defeat.

But in this remote indigenous world, there was actually a humble human race with such excellent qualifications that even the eldest prince was slightly inferior, which made it difficult for Luo Man to accept all this.

"I must kill you, otherwise there will be endless troubles!"

Luo Man roared with red eyes, holding a knife and directly facing Ye Junlin's long sword.

In an instant, the vibration of the metal exploded, and the sword energy shot out like a rainstorm, causing the surrounding ancient saints to dodge in panic and dare not get too close.

The battle between the two sides continued, and the two figures crossed each other at the speed of light.

In the process, the number of Nine Nether Ancient Saints was sharply reduced, from 80,000 to 70,000, and then to 40,000!

The battle was very tragic!

At this time.

Ye Junlin's other two clones suddenly dissipated in the air by themselves.

There was nothing else, it was purely because the consumption of One Qi into Three Purities was too great, and it was unable to maintain this state.

Seeing this scene, the 40,000 ancient saint-level strongmen who were originally trembling with fear seemed to see hope, and their fighting spirit was excited.

"Everyone, join forces to besiege that human race!"

"Help General Luo to kill the Lord of Heaven!"

"Kill!"

Seeing this, Luo Man's blood boiled again. If he relied on his own strength, there was no possibility of winning. There was still a chance of dying together, but he wanted to go back alive, so he held on until now.

Fortunately, things finally took a turn for the better!

The dissipation of the two clones meant that the other party had little holy power in his body, which was an extremely dangerous signal for the saint.

As long as they continue to attack in groups, jackals can also kill tigers!

"Haha, you're dead now." Luo Man grinned.

Strangely, Ye Junlin was not panicked at all, as if he had expected this situation long ago.

Although the holy power in his body was less than 30% after the previous consumption, he was fearless and had a playful smile on his lips:

"The fire has come, and you are the ones who should die!"

"Come out!"

As soon as the voice fell.

The Emperor's Banner in his hand shook violently, and the flag released boiling black smoke, and the sound of ghosts and wolves howling came from it. The next second, in the unbelievable eyes of Luo Man and others, countless shadows surrounded by black air rushed out, like a volcanic eruption, shaking the earth and the sky, and the scene was very spectacular...

In the Heavenly Palace, Liu Huangshu and others were all anxious and worried.

It is true that Ye Junlin stood alone, fighting in and out of the ancient saint army, with unparalleled power and invincibility, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that the situation was still not optimistic, that is, as the battle continued to consume, Ye Junlin would fall into a disadvantage until he was dragged down to death.

This scene was something they didn't want to see anyway.

However, facing this level of competition, they couldn't get involved at all, and they didn't even have the qualifications to participate in the battle. They could only worry in the rear, which was a very uncomfortable feeling.

"Wait, look, the Emperor of Heaven seems to have summoned something?!" Tong Wudi pointed his finger and exclaimed.

Everyone focused their attention and looked over. When they saw countless strange figures rushing out of the Emperor's Banner, their scalps went numb and their backs felt a piercing chill.

The Nine Nether cultivators who had just died seemed to be resurrected at this moment, and appeared densely on the battlefield.

"What's going on?!"

The Nine Nether Ancient Saints were dumbfounded. They had never seen such a strange scene before, because these figures were all companions they knew, and they reappeared at this time.

Strangely, their states were all very wrong. They were surrounded by evil black air, without a trace of living people, their eyes were bloodshot, and their faces were full of cruelty.

"Kill them!"

Ye Junlin gave an order and experienced the feeling of controlling the army of undead.

Under the transformation of the Emperor's Banner, these Nine Nether cultivators became soul slaves. No matter how they were in life, they would be unconditionally loyal to him after death.

"Roar!!!"

The roars like those of evil ghosts rang out one after another.

Like a collective riot, countless soul slaves rushed towards the remaining Nine Nether Ancient Saints with the same goal, which was to kill all the living creatures.

"Not good!" The faces of the remaining Nine Nether Ancient Saints changed drastically, and they had to give up the concentrated fire to besiege Ye Junlin and turn to deal with this group of weird soul slaves.

The most fatal thing was that the more than 60,000 ancient saints who died in front also launched a fierce attack on them.

60,000 ancient saint-level soul slaves, plus millions of saint soul slaves to assist, soon defeated them and suffered heavy casualties!

Both in terms of quantity and overall strength, they formed a certain degree of suppression on them.

"Ah!"

The wailing and screaming resounded between heaven and earth.

The souls of the ancient saint-level strongmen who were killed during the period all entered the Human Emperor Banner, and then transformed into the form of soul slaves, continuing to besiege other living ancient saint strongmen, forming a perfect closed loop.

The number dropped sharply from 40,000 to 30,000, 20,000, 10,000...

Luo Man, who witnessed this scene, was so scared that beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He turned his head and stared at the culprit, his eyes showing deep fear, and trembling:

"You, what kind of evil treasure do you have in your hand? It can actually enslave the souls of the dead, and it can also maintain the same combat power as before the death!"

Luo Man knew that this was all brought by the Human Emperor Banner in Ye Junlin's hand. This kind of magic weapon has such a heaven-defying function, which is far better than all the holy weapons he has seen before.

If this is known by the major forces in the universe, it will definitely set off a bloody storm, and countless strong people are willing to take risks and fight for this treasure.

With all the soul slaves released by the Human Emperor Banner, the situation of the battle was reversed at once, and Ye Junlin instantly gained an absolute advantage.

You know, he was waiting for this moment!

All the souls who died before will become his soul slaves. This powerful Nine Nether Army will eventually fall into his hands and be used by him!

"You don't need to ask more about this. Anyway, you will soon become one of them, hehe~"

Ye Junlin smiled meaningfully and deliberately stopped to appreciate the other party's expression before death.

These words directly made Luo Man's mentality explode. Looking at the soul slaves all over the sky frantically besieging his army, at this moment he seemed to have lost all his strength and means, and only deep despair was left in his heart!

"No..."