The Strongest Mythical Emperor
Chapter 827: A War That Shakes the Ancient and Startles the Present

Chapter 827: Chapter 827: A War That Shakes the Ancient and Startles the Present

Dark clouds blanketed the sky, and the legions of Netherworld Soldiers stretched for miles on end, giving even a Daluo Golden Immortal a chilling sensation.

Qin Jun’s expression grew increasingly grim, and the other powerhouses beside him felt similarly.

That was because the number of Daluo Golden Immortals in the Netherworld army had already surpassed a hundred and was still rising.

"Things are looking grim,"

Liu Chenxiang whispered, having already taken out his mountain-opening divine axe, ready for battle at any moment.

It wasn’t just him; the rest had also drawn their magic treasures. Yang Chan held the Treasure Lotus Lamp, Yang Ren wielded the Divine Fire Fan, and the Zhenwu Emperor took out the Martial Snake Sword and the Black Turtle Shield.

Qin Jun stared intently into the sky. The Nether Emperor had yet to appear, and the Netherworld army, which had already emerged, showed no intention of attacking. It was clear they were awaiting the arrival of the Nether Emperor.

"One hundred and twelve Daluo Golden Immortals, five Daluo Supreme Immortals," the Zhenwu Emperor murmured, his gaze filled with grave concern.

After King Yan Palace had conquered the Demon Wasteland, it had absorbed many Demon Clan powerhouses, but in total, there were still less than twenty Daluo Golden Immortals. Only the Drought and the Zhenwu Emperor had reached the level of Daluo Supreme Immortal, with Tathāgata being at mid-stage of the Luoshi Immortal Realm.

Qin Jun now could only pray that Tathāgata would burst forth in power. When it came to a contest of forces, King Yan Palace definitely couldn’t compete.

If Tathāgata could manage to restrain the Nether Emperor while also slaying other enemies, the pressure on King Yan Palace would be greatly lessened.

Just then, an extremely powerful aura wafted from the black hole, causing every being in the Demon Wasteland to feel a jolt in their hearts and their breath hasten.

The Demon Wasteland was vast, comparable only to several combined territories.

The mere leaking of an aura that shook the entire Demon Wasteland reflected how formidable the newcomer was.

Under the nervous gaze of countless beings in King Yan City, the Nether Emperor, dressed in a black dragon robe, slowly stepped out from the black hole. His handsome face was filled with indifference, and his eyes brimmed with endless murderous intent. Meeting his gaze, anyone would feel a bone-chilling terror as if in a cold cellar.

The second mightiest being in the world, the Nether Emperor, the master of the Netherworld!

"King Yan, Wang Jian, show yourselves!"

The Nether Emperor’s voice boomed like thunder. With thirty million Netherworld Soldiers pressing upon the city, anyone else would have taken a tough stance as well, all the more so with his heart filled with rage.

Upon hearing this, Qin Jun’s face twitched, and he retorted without politeness, "Your grandpa is right here. If you want to fight, let’s fight!"

The enmity of his son’s death was not something that could be shared under the same sky; Qin Jun had no intention of backing down.

Since the Nether Emperor was bent on killing him anyway, Qin Jun certainly wouldn’t be polite.

As his voice fell, three roaring sounds suddenly erupted, shaking heaven and earth.

Three figures flew out from King Yan City and landed outside the City Defense Array. They were three fearsome Wolf Demons from the void.

They were like war machines, with combat power comparable to Daluo Supreme Immortals, so naturally, they would lead the charge in this battle.

Five thousand Mysterious Immortals of the Taiyi realm also flew out one after another. For a moment, in terms of Taiyi Mysterious Immortals, King Yan Palace turned the tables on the Netherworld army.

Thirty million Netherworld Soldiers sounded terrifying, but most of them were definitely not strong in combat.

"Seeking death!"

The Nether Emperor, provoked by Qin Jun’s words, instantly flew into a rage and swung a palm forward, forming a gigantic black hand that struck towards the City Defense Array of King Yan City. In front of the massive black hand, all beings felt their insignificance.

With a thunderous boom,

The black hand hit the semi-transparent barrier, cracking it with lines like shattered glass, but it didn’t break completely.

Seeing this, Qin Jun’s expression changed, and he immediately shouted, "Attack—"

Boom! Boom! Boom...

Tathāgata, Zhenwu Emperor, Wang Jian, Meng Tian, Drought, Liu Chenxiang, Dragon Emperor, Wen Zhong, Six-Eared Macaque, and other formidable fighters, unable to hold back any longer, soared into the air like cannonballs, and attacked the thirty million Netherworld Soldiers beneath the thundering clouds.

A great battle was about to break out.

"Kill—"

Thirty million Netherworld Soldiers roared with voices that made the temperature drop to that of winter.

A full thirty million Netherworld Soldiers descended, a spectacle so grand it was as if the sky itself were collapsing. Clad in black armor, the soldiers plunged the land into darkness.

Inside King Yan City, millions of soldiers also took to the sky. Most were Demon Soldiers, aggressive and fearless. Although they were tense facing the thirty million Netherworld Soldiers, excitement prevailed.

Soon, the soldiers from both sides collided. In an instant, screams of pain, war cries, and roars of rage converged, drowning out all other sounds. Countless soldiers and Netherworld Soldiers were sent flying upon impact, some soldiers even shattered into dust on the spot, while some Netherworld Soldiers had their souls dispersed.

Tathāgata, clad in black robes, bulldozed his way through, scattering Netherworld Soldiers left and right as he charged towards the elevated Nether Emperor in front of the black hole.

Zhenwu Emperor and others engaged with more than a hundred Netherworld Generals. The battle was chaotic, with explosions sounding one after another. Bursts of intense light lit up the land from time to time, and the whole Donghuang Territory shook violently. The surrounding Middle Wilderness, Donghuang Territory, and other domains were also affected, with the shockwaves reaching dozens of domains, stunning countless beings.

In the distance, figures from various factions stood agape, their eyes wide with shock.

"What a scene of war this is..."

"This is the first time in my life I’ve seen such scale..."

"Regardless of who wins or loses, this battle will be recorded in history!"

"With so many Netherworld Soldiers, my heavens, King Yan Palace is doomed!"

"The Netherworld is too strong... I’m afraid even the Hall of Heavenly Destiny can’t withstand it..."

"My goodness! With so many Netherworld Soldiers, how can we possibly fight?"

These beings, scouts and sentries from various powers, were so excited by the battlefield before them that their blood boiled.

All around them, the sky was ablaze with fire and streaked with lightning as Netherworld Soldiers and the soldiers of King Yan Palace fought fiercely, rapidly covering a hundred miles. Various spells were activated, devastating the earth’s surface and tearing through the air.

Three Netherworld Wolf Demons, each a hundred feet tall, howled to the heavens. Countless Netherworld Soldiers swarmed over them, thick as ants on an elephant, trying in vain to tear their flesh. But their efforts were fruitless.

Blind with rage, the Netherworld Wolf Demons lashed out at their own bodies. Their swipes were too much for the ordinary Netherworld Soldiers, whose souls were scattered with a single blow.

One Netherworld Wolf Demon let out a howl as it brought its fist down to the ground. Filled with unrestrained fury, every punch it delivered almost knocked Qin Jun, who stood on the city wall, over.

Rumble—

The ground exploded, and rocks as big as mountains were sent flying into the sky. Dust billowed, countless Netherworld Soldiers were hurled into the air, and unable to withstand the tremendous impact, their souls dispersed. As the epicenter, the land cracked in a circular pattern radiating outwards from the Netherworld Wolf Demon, deafening everyone around.

A howling wind blew, and the lofty, massive King Yan City rocked like a small boat in a violent storm.

Before such power, all constructions seemed as fragile as paper mache.

Dozens of domains neighboring the Demon Clan’s territory were scared by the thunderous explosions, thinking that the Demon Clan’s territory had exploded.

"My heavens? What on earth happened in the Demon Clan’s territory?"

"Hiss— Isn’t this pressure too strong?"

"At this rate, won’t we be affected?"

"Thank goodness we’re not beings from the Demon Clan’s territory..."

"King Yan Palace is finished!"