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Chapter 1476 - 909: Siege of the Phantom Immortal Emperor (Part 2)_2

Chapter 1476: Chapter 909: Siege of the Phantom Immortal Emperor (Part 2)_2

However, this surprised some Immortal Kings. Even though they had already harbored disrespect and were careless in their words, there was no imagined Heaven’s Punishment descending; everything remained tranquil, without the slightest ripple.

On the ship’s bow deck, the expressions of the four Phantom Immortal Emperors shrouded in black mist, unchanging since antiquity, finally shifted.

It was the kind of anger that seemed akin to gnashing one’s teeth.

These insignificant ants, not only had they somehow acquired such a Formation, but they also dared to rely on it for resistance!

Of course, what infuriated them most was their inability to see through the Formation.

"Though I don’t know where you ants obtained such a Formation capable of forcibly binding my Ancient Ship here..."

"I am truly curious—who gave you such confidence to believe that you could resolve everything here? Or do you think simply trapping me here suffices?"

Heaven and earth fell silent, then thundered violently, shaking the Universe as countless Stars fell like leaves.

A great fire ignited here, raging flames engulfed everything, and even the depths of the Universe seemed ablaze.

Four eerie entities;

The foremost two were Phantom Immortal Emperors,

The remaining two were Mysterious Quasi-Emperors.

At this moment, one of the true Immortal Emperor-level Phantoms spoke.

As it spoke, the other three eerily all slightly bowed their heads in unison.

In a subtle way, they seemed to revere it.

Its voice was so grand it triggered unimaginable celestial phenomena, creating such exaggerated sights.

The language it spoke in was not any known tongue—it was ancient, obscure, and hard to decipher. Yet when it reached the ears of the Immortal Kings present, they were astounded to realize they could understand it.

However, each word sounded more like a Soul-binding Song emanating from the Nine Netherworlds, chilling their hearts, soul-stirring and terrifying. Many clenched their jaws tightly and immediately shut their eyes, but their spirits still trembled uncontrollably, and their blood maddeningly roiled within, as though it might erupt from their bodies at any moment.

Some younger Immortal Kings, whose foundations were weaker, directly coughed blood.

Fortunately, the Formation here not only trapped emperors but also offered a buffer that mitigated their power; otherwise, it wouldn’t have merely resulted in blood-spitting.

At this moment.

The Phantom Immortal Emperor who had spoken suddenly opened its eyes, shooting forth two piercingly cold beams of light, attempting to locate the hiding place of those ants.

"Kill Without Mercy!"

The ghostly sound of the ship echoed faintly, as though it didn’t belong to this era, suffused with blood and fire from ancient times, its battle scars etched in the void, representing the Phantom Immortal Emperor’s unbridled fury from atop the deck.

An Emperor’s wrath—heaven and earth must bleed. It was so exaggerated that the celestial realm quaked, the wind roared, and storms thundered while the Great Tao resonated with its call to kill.

In the core of the array, though the Immortal Kings weren’t certain if their locations had been exposed, an icy dread immediately overwhelmed them.

The oppressive aura emanating from the Phantom Immortal Emperor left them palpitating, overwhelmed with terror, their hearts filled with primal fear.

Facing such an enemy, they were utterly powerless. If not for the Emperor’s Gift bestowing this Formation, they couldn’t have even mounted this feeble resistance.

The gap between Kings and Emperors was unimaginably vast, greater than anyone could conceive.

Given the current hopeless situation, all they could hope for was that the Emperor’s Gift—the Formation—could entrap the enemy a little longer, buying time for this realm’s Emperor to arrive.

The Phantom Immortal Emperor who had spoken was named Mo Neng, the foremost of the three Phantom Emperors. It had been rooted in this Emperor Realm for thirteen Great Epochs and hundreds of Minor Epochs—countless eons with terrifying strength. Yet it did not act rashly.

Their purpose for coming here was primarily to find traces of Da Le’s whereabouts.

Otherwise, a minor territory like this would eventually be sacrificed—a trifling matter they would never journey across epochs for.

Mo Neng was cautiously suspicious; although this place seemed remote, it might conceal profound dangers.

Otherwise, how could Da Le, who was merely weaker than Mo Neng by a margin, inexplicably disappear, with its soul fire nearly extinguished?

Moreover, transmitted images vaguely depicted an overwhelming, heaven-covering hand descending and suppressing Da Le.

In Mo Neng’s heart, this location seemed even more perilous than Above the Upper Heaven.

Though Above the Upper Heaven was still resisting, no Phantom Immortal Emperors had encountered trouble thus far—at most Phantom Quasi-Emperors, but none to the point where their soul fire was near extinction.

An Emperor’s life was inherently boundless, not to mention theirs—possessing terrifying life forces with the Highland’s presence, rendering them nearly undying and indestructible, exceedingly hard to eliminate completely.

At this moment, Mo Neng raised its hand and struck out around.

Though cautious, it was not afraid—two Phantom Immortal Emperors, two Phantom Quasi-Emperors, and tens of thousands of Phantom Army should suffice to sweep through any place.

A massive, heaven-obscuring hand struck outward, attempting to forcibly shatter its bindings.

Supreme Divine Might descended—heaven and earth roared, issuing cracking sounds as though ancient gods, enraged, were tearing apart the firmament. Under that colossal hand, the entire Universe seemed to buckle, resulting in cataclysmic explosions, Stars falling, Star Rivers severing, heavens collapsing, and Chaos Qi surging violently—as if this space would dissolve into oblivion. However, when the dispersed radiance gradually faded, the invisible restraint remained firmly in place, without any trace of loosening.

Mo Neng’s expression instantly darkened, its deep eyes flickering with disbelief. It hadn’t anticipated that this seemingly unremarkable Formation would possess such potent confining strength, even beyond what an Immortal Emperor of its caliber—rooted for thirteen Great Epochs—could easily break free from.

Mo Neng snorted coldly, its aura surged once more, as if intending to crush the entire Universe under its force.

It raised its hand again, this time channeling its full power—a colossal hand engulfed the heavens, brimming with boundless devastation, and struck fiercely against the invisible restraining force.

"Break for me!" Mo Neng roared furiously, the massive hand seeming capable of tearing through space and obliterating all.

Yet the restraint appeared inherently tied to this portion of the Universe itself—no matter how much Mo Neng exerted itself, it couldn’t budge the binding force in the slightest. Its power, encased within this mysterious Formation, seemed diminished, unable to fully unleash its potential.

Though Mo Neng failed to entirely shatter the restraint this time, it succeeded in punching through a fissure, ejecting an Immortal King from within. Their physical body shattered, leaving only their Primordial Spirit clinging to survival through the Formation’s protection.

The fissure tore through the void; anything below the Emperor Realm could pass through.

At Mo Neng’s command, the ship’s deck erupted in movement—the expressionless, seemingly lifeless Phantom Army clad in heavy armor surged through the breach like an unstoppable tide, rushing toward the Immortal Domain. Their rhythmic strides resonated like thunderous echoes, akin to an ancient giant beast trampling across the earth, sending shockwaves through hearts.

This eerie army seemed summoned from another realm’s Abyss, laden with infinite grievances and malevolence.

Wherever the army passed, space seemed to rip apart, leaving streaks of black fissures behind.

The Immortal Domain’s defenders were struck by surprise, caught woefully unprepared. They had believed that their domain’s mystical Formation was impenetrable, capable of repelling any external threat. Never in their wildest imagination did they foresee Mo Neng finding a way to break through, unleashing its army into their realm.

"Enemy attack! Sound the alarm—quickly!" the Immortal Domain’s commanders shouted urgently, striving to rally an effective defense. But faced with Mo Neng’s tidal wave-like forces, their frontlines crumbled like fragile paper, utterly overwhelmed.

Across the skies of the Immortal Domain, radiant beams flashed—its mighty defenders casting spells in a desperate bid to halt Mo Neng’s onslaught. However, those spells seemed impotent, swallowed by encroaching black mists, vanishing without a trace.

Again and again, the Immortal Domain’s forces found themselves hopelessly outmatched. Their plans, their strength, their defenses—everything was unraveling before the wrath of Mo Neng’s relentless dark army.