Soul Emperor Martial God

Chapter 2041: Chapter 2041: The Terrifying Wuu Ling’er

”Hmph, just an empty show of strength.”

Wuu Ling’er snorted lightly.

On that enchanting face, there was disdain.

Hundreds of thousands of ghosts came attacking, baring their claws and fangs; a tinge of blood color and a hint of ferocity adorned them.

However, this ferocity seemed inexplicably awkward for some reason.

Before one could clearly see where this awkwardness came from, the dense blood-colored ghosts had already attacked.

Xiao Yi was bare-chested, his monstrous body equally fierce.

Crack, crack, crack...

Xiao Yi’s fists clenched with a crackling sound.

At this moment, he was in the ultimate combat state.

Although he had been heavily wounded by Wuu Ling’er’s Six Dragons Sky Covering Formation before,

yet, this seemed not to affect his combat prowess, instead, it completely incited his ferocity.

Slash...

A ghost was suddenly dismembered.

Slash... Slash... Slash...

The ghosts that first attacked Xiao Yi were dismembered at the moment of approaching him, then dissipated.

It was clearly visible that on Xiao Yi’s hands, a light of Poison Power continuously surged.

”Hm?” From afar, Wuu Ling’er flicked her enchanting red robe, her lips curled.

”Imprinting a Poison Formation on one’s hands to enhance combat power?”

”Hehe,” Wuu Ling’er giggled mischievously, ”Not a bad idea.”

”It’s just a pity you forgot about how quickly a formation drains power.”

”A formation needs external support, vast Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy, or immense power to unleash its unpredictable might.”

”Relying on the martial artist’s own Primordial Power within to support it? I’m afraid you’ll exhaust your Primordial Power very soon.”

Wuu Ling’er saw through the changes in Xiao Yi at a glance.

If a martial artist exhausts Primordial Power, their combat strength will be nearly lost.

Poison Power, though not Primordial Power, is now the source of Xiao Yi’s Poison Dao combat strength.

Slash... Slash... Slash...

Boom... Boom... Boom...

Xiao Yi did not speak, merely fought violently.

In the air, one ghost after another was dismembered and dispersed.

Indeed, he imprinted a Poison Formation on his hands, using the Poison Power within him as the source, with the might of the Great Formation as an enhancement.

Currently, his cultivation forcefully elevated to the Peak of Supreme.

In fact, he could rely on the Poison Formation to elevate his power to the Legend stage; but doing so would result in an immense drain, overwhelming his Poison Power.

Instead, with the current elevation only to the Peak of Supreme, not only can he sustain the Poison Power within him, but it’s also sufficient for combat.

Under the Peak of Supreme level, his Poison Dao combat strength enough reaches the Legend stage.

Boom... Boom... Boom...

Within the Blood Shadow Thousands Formation, shadows overlapped heavily, creating astonishing malevolence.

With Xiao Yi at the center, a one-meter radius around him became an absolutely vacuumed zone.

Within this range, Xiao Yi was seemingly invincible.

Logically, this hundreds of thousands of Legend Early Stage strength ghosts could shred even the Ghost Hunter Emperor with sixty thousand paths into fragments in mere breaths.

With an impressive enough number, quantitative change is adequate to cause qualitative change.

Yet, this did not hold true in front of Xiao Yi.

In front of Xiao Yi, only something stronger, or capable of killing him, existed.

Regarding numbers, they would merely become a number of those slaughtered by him.

Under the same realm, Xiao Yi was invincible; under the same power, Xiao Yi was invincible.

However numerous, they couldn’t come against him alone.

That’s Xiao Yi.

This so-called siege, this so-called massive number, such situations, Xiao Yi had seen many of them.

He’s been besieged by even more terrifying demon beasts.

He has fought tirelessly under an overwhelming tide of Fierce Beasts.

His training has never been in vain.

After countless trials of extreme training, he can already unleash his strength to its maximum at any time, anywhere.

Though numerous, these ghosts,

None can break through within a one-meter range, then what’s the significance of numbers?

His pair of Ten Thousand Poison Hands harvested one ghost after another.

From afar, Wuu Ling’er squinted her eyes.

Hundreds of thousands of ghosts looked terrifying.

Yet, the ’monster’ at the siege center seemed even more frightening.

In his view, at the same power level, these thousands of witchery ghosts clearly could not match this dreadful ’monster’ at the center.

Intuition told him that this monster was capable of fighting continuously until all hundreds of thousands of ghosts were slaughtered.

”Humph.” There was a sly smile at the corner of Wuu Ling’er’s mouth.

That enchanting laughter directly entered Xiao Yi’s ears.

Like a madman, Xiao Yi’s body trembled abruptly.

The ferocity in Xiao Yi’s eyes slightly abated.

His hands continuously dispersed the ghosts attacking him.

However, at the same time, he noticed the faces on these ghosts twisted to the extreme.

The blood color on their bodies flickered continuously, granting them powerful Legend Early Stage strength but also causing them immense pain.

Moreover, Xiao Yi suddenly felt that these faces seemed somewhat familiar.

For a brief moment, Xiao Yi’s pupils contracted fiercely, realizing.

He finally realized and understood why these faces felt familiar.

Many of the ghosts he planned to obliterate had faces mostly matching those Evil Cultivators he had previously slain within the hundred cities.

During the massacre of the hundred cities, Xiao Yi spent so much time because, in each city he passed, he perceived thoroughly and meticulously.

Naturally, he remembered the faces of these Evil Cultivators.

However, now, the aura on these ghosts bore no trace of Evil Dao aura.

”What’s going on?” Xiao Yi felt alarmed.

He was sure he wouldn’t perceive wrong.

His Heaven and Earth Perception could never be wrong.

What he had slaughtered before were indeed Evil Cultivators.

But now...

”No, it’s not right.” Xiao Yi’s mind suddenly flashed with a terrifying thought.

”You aren’t Evil Cultivators, you are the original martial artists and civilian residents of the grand cities.”

The surrounding ghosts were being dispersed one after another.

However, in the moment of dispersal, it was clear to see those grimacing faces of the ghosts also flashed with a trace of relieved relaxation.

From afar, Wuu Ling’er wickedly smiled, ”Black Robe Xiao Xun indeed possesses some skills.”

”Looks like you realized.”

”Yes, these ghosts are the ordinary human martial artists from the hundred grand cities.”

”The Evil Cultivators you slaughtered in those hundred cities weren’t part of my Evil Lord Mansion, hehe.”

Wuu Ling’er’s smile was freezing cold.

”I merely prearranged a Evil Formation within these hundred city ranges, turning all the civilians into Evil Cultivators.”

”Certainly, my formation isn’t something everyone withstands.”

”Those unable to endure it died; those who endured lived on, though transformed into Evil Cultivators, they also became stronger.”

”Afterward, you slaughtered them all, but within the range of the hundred cities, they were in my Blood Shadow Thousands Formation; they wouldn’t die, only transformed into Blood Shadow Puppets under my formation.”

”Xiao Xun,” Wuu Ling’er chuckled coldly, ”You’ve already killed them once, they could originally survive in my Blood Shadow Thousands Formation, living on as Blood Shadows.”

”Now, you aim to kill them once again, this time they will thoroughly dissipate, unable to leave even a trace on this piece of land.”

”Hm?” Xiao Yi felt a sudden jolt in his heart.

Just this jolt caused his actions to halt momentarily.

Woosh... A ghost broke into the one-meter range.

Slash... On Xiao Yi’s chest, several blood marks suddenly appeared.

As if a chain reaction, one ghost after another broke through the one-meter range.

Xiao Yi’s figure was wholly engulfed beneath these countless blood-colored ghosts.

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