Junior sister, keep forbear for a while, I almost become invincible as soon!-Chapter 755 - 754: Imperial Soldiers

Although Chen Pingping was powerful, he still felt helpless when facing the entire Divine Clan alone.

Of course, before he acted, he had considered many scenarios in his mind: what might happen, how he should respond, and so on.

But he had never expected a group from the Divine Clan to rush up and instantly suppress him.

The flowing Bloodline Power was unlike anything he had ever seen before; it was extremely oppressive.

At this moment, he began to understand Li Yi's words: race was the root of everything.

Since the Era of Creation, the Human Sword Immortal had lived for countless years, fighting against the Divine Clan for ages. He had quelled innumerable dark upheavals, fended off many of the Divine Clan's terrible slaughters, and even Slayed Gods throughout the eons.

Yet, he was ultimately just one person. No matter how powerful he became, it was difficult for him to withstand all the gods of the Heavens and myriad realms alone.

This was even truer for the Human Emperor of the Mythical Era.

Later, Wenliang realized this truth. That was why he founded the Immortal Dynasty, hoping to use it to contend with the Divine Clan and its many gods. Alas, the dynasty had not yet developed when it encountered a terrifying, fatal calamity.

Chen Pingping had a sudden realization and felt a pang of regret for his impulsiveness.

Suppressed here now, he found it difficult to even breathe.

Fortunately, Zi Ji had rushed over.

"'Junior Sister!' Chen Pingping struggled to lift his head.

"'You dare bully my Senior Brother? Die!'"

Brief words, saturated with killing intention, traveled from afar to this place.

Very quickly, people saw the slender figure.

Many members of the Divine Clan slowly raised their heads, sneering.

The Divine Clan Elder said with contempt, "Here comes another one to court death."

In just seven or eight breaths, Zi Ji finally arrived. Her flowing purple long dress fluttered in the breeze, dust swirling around her, making her appear hazy.

She held a black Token in her hand and, slowing her steps, declared, "In my name, I summon the ancient Heroic Spirits!"

BANG!

Above, the sky, laden with dense dark clouds, was suddenly split by a bolt of lightning, as if the gods on high were enraged.

The gods seemed to wish to bring down calamities, to destroy heaven and earth.

"'Hahaha! You're hilarious! The living cannot even harm my Divine Clan, yet you want to summon the dead?' the Divine Clan Elder laughed derisively.

"In my name, I summon the ancient Heroic Spirits," Zi Ji continued to mutter, ignoring him.

BOOM!

The dark clouds pressed even lower, and mountain-sized bolts of lightning writhed incessantly, beginning to coalesce into the shapes of peculiar creatures.

"In my name, I summon the ancient Heroic Spirits," she continued to chant.

CRACK!

Lightning struck down, its Power of Destruction incredibly profound and heavy.

At that very moment, a figure formed by lightning appeared within the clouds. Like a god, it looked down with a cold gaze upon all living beings on earth.

He said nothing, taking a few steps towards her and launching an attack.

He wanted to destroy Zi Ji, to prevent her from completing the summoning.

Shockingly, however, Zi Ji seemed to ignore it. Layers of Qi swirled out, enveloping and guarding her. She was All Skill Immune.

Everyone gasped, their faces filled with shock.

Even the Divine Clan Elder who had mocked her found his smile frozen on his face.

What is she trying to do? Who is she summoning? Why is even Heaven trying to stop her?

"In my name, I summon the ancient Heroic Spirits," Zi Ji intoned once more.

Gale-force winds roared, and dust swirled densely, concealing her body.

At this moment, the Token in her hand began to glow. Initially dim, it started to blaze with intense light after a few breaths, a Secret Power bursting forth.

Suddenly, the entire land of Huangzhou grew dim. The sun and moon lost their luster, and the world was plunged into darkness, a heavy pressure descending.

High in the sky, dark clouds roiled with thunder. Large figures swiftly charged towards them, like Slaying Gods from eons past.

Various forms of the Power of Destruction rained down like a deluge.

Among them, a few wielding Divine Weapons were particularly eye-catching.

Some exclaimed, "That's a Human Emperor! My heavens!"

A single summoning had invoked such a fearsome calamity that even the figures of Ancient Emperors, etched into the Heavenly Dao itself, began to manifest. They were released by the Heavenly Dao—utterly terrifying.

Who exactly is she summoning?

At this moment, the Divine Clan Elder had completely lost his earlier contempt. He grew solemn, a bead of cold sweat trickling down his forehead.

"In my name, I summon the ancient Heroic Spirits," Zi Ji repeated.

Everyone was speechless.

Damn it! What in the world... Who is she summoning? Why would it trigger such a terrifying catastrophe?

BANG!

Above the thunderclouds, dozens more figures materialized, each stronger than the last. They were wreathed in the power of the Heavenly Dao and accompanied by the Power of Destruction. In that instant, one of the figures opened its eerie, demonic eyes.

Its gaze seemed to pierce through eons of time in an instant.

It paused briefly in the sky and uttered two words, "Why thus?"

But soon, it became confused again. Perhaps its brief lucidity was due to the imprint of its lingering obsession, its attachment to the mortal world.

This was an Ancient Emperor.

Born in a distant era, he had once faced dark turmoil and attempted to challenge the Big Shots, but he had fallen on that path.

One among them was recognized. "Lingyun Emperor!" someone exclaimed. An invincible being from the Spirit Realm.

"Heavens!" The Human Clan cultivators felt suffocated, finding it hard to breathe as they watched this scene.

At this moment, they even began to tremble.

The Divine Clan members were now deathly silent, their earlier arrogance replaced by grim solemnity and a suffocating pressure.

What in the world was this girl doing?

Her voice strained, "In my name... I summon... the ancient... Heroic Spirits..." The process was exceptionally difficult, and it drew forth a terrible catastrophe.

Although she possessed the Yuan World and was protected by her Qi Refining Skills, rendering her All Skill Immune, the Power of Catastrophe was truly terrifying. Dozens of former Ancient Emperors took action, and the descending Power of Destruction nearly overwhelmed her.

Coupled with the Token's drain on her power, she began to weaken. Yet, she still did not stop, chanting once more, "In my name, I summon the ancient Heroic Spirits!"

WHOOSH...

A black mist swept across the land, obscuring the sky. Then, a dark figure began to crawl out from the soil.

It wore ancient, tattered, and faded armor. Its features were decayed, and it was devoid of any signs of life.

As it moved, there was a creaking sound. This came from the damaged joints of the armor, creating friction. The sound wasn't loud, but in the prevailing silence, it was incredibly clear.

Soon, a second soldier's figure crawled out of the earth, then a third, a fourth, a fifth...

In just a few minutes, a vast number of ancient soldiers had crawled out from behind Zi Ji. They possessed no life, only a dense Power of Death.

Most soldiers wore no armor, as it had either decayed over time or been destroyed in past battles.

Many soldiers had severed limbs, some even headless. Upon being summoned, they slowly emerged from the void, the lingering obsession and killing intention within their ruined bodies released at this moment.

A few more minutes passed. The ranks of ancient soldiers swelled, dense and innumerable. Viewed from high above, they resembled a swarm of locusts. There were at least several hundred thousand of them, and this, of course, was only a fraction.

Zi Ji, standing at the forefront, slowly raised her head. Gazing at the Divine Clan experts, she uttered in a hoarse voice, "You bullied my Senior Brother. Die!"

Weren't you bullying the few with numbers? Weren't you oppressing the weak with strength? Weren't you clamoring that the Human Clan are mere ants?

Hundreds of thousands of ancient soldiers began to advance, the entire earth shaking with their movement. An aura of decay and astonishing killing intention billowed through the sky, pressing down on the several hundred Divine Clan experts like the weight of Mount Tai.

They had yet to make a move or even reach them, but the sheer killing intention they released made the hundreds of Divine Clan members tremble.

The Divine Clan Elder felt a choking sensation, his face deathly pale.

Wang Lin'er's mouth fell slightly agape.

Yun Lian, the Lord of the Divine Clan, instinctively retreated. Staring at the dense ranks of ancient soldiers before him, he seemed to recall something and was suddenly horrified.

These were soldiers of the Wen Dynasty!

In the past, every one of them had been incredibly powerful. They had never feared the Divine Clan and had resolutely marched into battle, determined to defend the Human Clan's survival even in death.

Their lingering obsession was terrifying.

Thus, after that catastrophe ended, the Big Shots had taken successive actions to erase their remnants from the mortal plane. Unfortunately, some deep-rooted things could never be completely cleansed.

Belief. The Wen Dynasty had been built on belief.

This was Wenliang's masterstroke. It was precisely because of this that the gods of the Heavens and myriad realms had feared his growth so acutely, sparing no expense to eradicate Wenliang and sever the Wen Dynasty's destiny.

Countless years had passed, and now, he once again beheld those soldiers of the Wen Dynasty.