The ancient and vast Heaven Guard Monunt suppressed down in an instant, and the Demon Horn Tribe expert Mo Keye didn't even have ti to react before he was enveloped. At this mont, even if he wanted to escape, it was already too late.
Mo Keye's face drastically changed, and a look of horror even erged as he shockingly discovered that at this mont, his body was immobilized, pinned down by the powerful aura of the Heaven Guard Monunt.
In this critical mont, he had no choice but to repeatedly utilize his lifelong secret techniques, attempting to resist the terrifying Heaven Guard Monunt.
However, all these efforts were dood to be in vain; after all, the Heaven Guard Monunt is a Relic of the Ancients, and moreover, it was a Treasure that had been used by an Emperor Sovereign over two thousand years ago.
Boom…
The Heaven Guard Monunt directly suppressed down, and the Demon Horn Tribe expert Mo Keye's knees bent and he knelt on the ground. Cracks began to appear all over his body as dark red blood started to spurt out, and it seed he would be crushed to death alive.
However, Mo Keye was indeed worthy of being a Great Power of the Three Seal Rank of the Yin-Yang Realm; his Cultivation Level had reached a terrifying state. Even though one of his feet was already kneeling on the ground, the other foot was still desperately struggling to support him. Especially the antennas on the top of his head, which at this mont burst forth with rolling purple light, constantly resisting the Heaven Guard Monunt above.
Ye Feng watched this scene rather surprised; he knew the strength of the Heaven Guard Monunt, but even so, it still could not completely suppress the opponent, only causing the opponent to suffer heavy damage.
"What an abject Human Race brat, to think you'd actually push to this point, you've done well, I'll rember you!"
Mo Keye roared, and a radiant gold light suddenly burst forth from his forehead.
The Great Commander of the Demon Horn Tribe in the distance couldn't help but bellow, "Mo Keye, you mustn't..."
Before he could finish, the Great Commander wanted to rush over to save his profitable subordinate; of course, Old Long wouldn't allow him to leave, and with a flicker of his body, he blocked his way.
"Get out of the way, you old thing!" the Great Commander of the Demon Horn Tribe bellowed.
"Get out of the way? Do you think that's possible?" Old Long retorted with a cold, mocking laugh.
Just then, Mo Keye, who was suppressed under the Heaven Guard Monunt, suddenly let out a pitiful cry. Following that, a Yin-Yang Seal imbued with the Power of Yin-Yang shot out from his forehead, streaking directly towards the Gate of Whirlpool Teleportation Array and then disappearing without a trace, presumably returning to the world of the Demon Horn Tribe in the Alien Space-Ti.
"Damn it, he actually managed to escape!" Ye Feng only then ca to his senses, grinding his teeth in anger; but by that ti, it was clearly too late to give chase.
Since Elder Bai's explanation, Ye Feng had co to understand that there are three Seal Levels in the Great Powers of the Yin-Yang Realm. As long as the Yin-Yang Seal remains intact, even if the Flesh Body is damaged, one can still be reborn, though the cost is a drop in one's Realm.
Compared to life, dropping a level isn't much, so the vast majority of Cultivators, when faced with a life-threatening crisis and given a chance, will choose to allow their Yin-Yang Seal to escape in order to preserve their life.
Of course, it's not that in most cases the Yin-Yang Seal can easily escape; unless the power difference between the two involved isn't too significant. For instance, in the current situation with Ye Feng, although the Heaven Guard Monunt is very strong, Mo Keye was barely able to resist it, not being crushed instantly, which also allowed ti for his Yin-Yang Seal to escape.
Secondly, Ye Feng's inexperience showed; he hadn't anticipated this, or else if he had been prepared, it wouldn't have been so easy for the Yin-Yang Seal to escape.
After Mo Keye's Yin-Yang Seal escaped, his flesh body could no longer sustain itself and was instantly crushed into dregs by the Heaven Guard Monunt.
The Great Commander of the Demon Horn Tribe, seeing this, was so furious that smoke seed to billow from his seven orifices. He clenched his teeth and roared, "You damned lowly human, how dare you, how on earth dare you suppress the flesh body of a general under this commander? You've got so nerve!"
Ye Feng put away the Heaven Guard Monunt, turned to face the Great Commander of the Demon Horn Tribe, and spat out each word through clenched teeth, "Your Demon Horn Tribe keeps calling us the Human Race lowly, but today I'll tell you, we humans are not the least bit more humble than you Demon Horns, nor weaker than any other race. If you think you can invade the Human Realm, that's absolutely impossible!"
The Great Commander of the Demon Horn Tribe suddenly sneered repeatedly, "Good, good, a lowly human brat. Your talent is decent, and you've even cultivated that man's cultivation technique, but do you think just you can fend off the grand army of our Demon Horn Tribe? Let tell you as well, your Human Realm is destined to beco the backyard of our Demon Horn Tribe—you despicable humans will forever suffer under the noble enslavent of our race!"
"All warriors of the Demon Horn Tribe, heed my command, kill! Wipe out these low-grade humans!" the Great Commander of the Demon Horn Tribe bellowed in a rage that thundered over the battlefield.
"Kill!" In an instant, the war cries of the Demon Horn Tribe echoed through the heavens. It was clear that the Demon Horn Tribe was truly angered now, not to ntion that monts earlier, their seven Great Powers of the Yin-Yang Realm had joined forces and still couldn't subdue Ye Feng.
Later, when Mo Keye, a general under the Great Commander, took action, he still couldn't defeat Ye Feng and eventually had his flesh body suppressed by Ye Feng. This was an unbearable humiliation for the Demon Horn Tribe, an insult they could not accept.
At this mont, Ye Feng's armor shimred dimly with divine light, even showing cracks, but he still rose into the air, floating above the void. Facing the human troops, he declared word by word, "Everyone has seen it—the Demon Horn Tribe is not invincible; they are not so high-grade race. We humans are not weaker than them. Gather your courage, push forward in one concerted effort to destroy the Altar Formation and protect our holand of the Human Realm!"
"Destroy the Altar Formation, protect the holand of the Human Realm!" In an instant, the human side also roared in unison, and perhaps inspired by Ye Feng, the morale on the human side far surpassed that of the Demon Horn Tribe.
"Kill, kill these damned Demon Horns who dare invade our Earth of the Human Realm, we must not spare them, everyone go for the kill!" Sima Zhantian, always hot-tempered, took the lead, leading the Northern Border Army's charge into the fray.
Even mbers from the Yin-Yang Temple and the Vampire Divine Court, these Great Powers, were motivated by Ye Feng's spirit, their blood boiling hot, no longer fighting as passively as before.
The tides of the great battle quickly began to turn. Previously, the Human Race had been retreating continuously, but now they were the ones pushing the Demon Horn Tribe back in defeat.
"Kill!" Seeing this, Ye Feng, with the Emperor Sovereign Sword in hand, charged out to specifically hunt down the high-level experts of the Golden Core Realm from the Demon Horn Tribe.
With Ye Feng's current combat power, the experts at the Golden Core Realm level couldn't match him—not even close. In just a face-off, the Demon Horn Tribe's Golden Core Realm experts were being slain.
At this mont, Ye Feng was like a grim reaper of the battlefield. Wherever he went, Golden Core Realm experts of the Demon Horn Tribe fell one after the other. In less than two minutes, he had slain over a hundred mbers of the Demon Horn Tribe's Golden Core experts, including several Great Powers of the Half-Step Yin-Yang Realm.
Under Ye Feng's lead, the Human Race pressed their counterattack, and the Demon Horn Tribe began to crumble, on the verge of being pushed to the Altar Formation.
Seeing this, the Great Commander of the Demon Horn Tribe was so enraged that he gnashed his teeth and bellowed, "Damned, truly damned! Ye, you lowly human brat, you… you've ruined this commander's grand plans, unforgivable!"
At that mont, a voice laced with mocking and ridicule suddenly sounded from the Alien Space-Ti, carrying through the Gate of Whirlpool, "Sabu Leng, are you really up to the task? You can't even deal with a re human boy. If you can't handle it, don't bla this commander for stepping in and taking the credit!"
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