"Even Holy Knights dare not easily tread on this Realm of the Dead, yet these soldiers at Sequence 6 can effortlessly ignore it, truly extraordinary."
But imdiately, another sharp-eyed strongman poured a bucket of cold water:
"This is rely because they can restrain the dead, after all, in mythology, the Underworld possesses the authority to suppress the dead.
This limited ability, however, cannot suppress the Council of the Dead, as they are more than just one councilman. If several counciln choose to attack head-on, how could a re Sequence 6 hurt a Saint?"
As if to confirm his words, no sooner had he finished speaking than the screen in the magic mirror changed once again.
The other four counciln of the dead, stationed in different sections of the underground city responsible for various defenses, had clearly sensed the upheaval and invasion in the core area. They had already transford into swift dark shadows tearing through space to arrive at this main battlefield.
Upon seeing the scene before them, with the Yin Soldiers efficiently harvesting the dead corpses that their council had accumulated over thousands of years, the faces hidden under their hoods instantly filled with astonishnt and uncontrollable rage.
"You who destroy my Realm of the Dead, deserve death!"
One of the newly arrived counciln let out an anger-filled roar.
His withered hand swung suddenly, and the air was imdiately filled with a large expanse of Yin Nether Mist, ford by countless malicious curses, spreading nacingly towards the orderly array of Yin Soldiers.
Where it passed, even the space seed to corrode, emitting a sizzling lant.
This terrifying curse mist, enough to instantly kill a Sequence 5 Transcendent, had not yet truly touched the icy Nether Armor of the Yin Soldiers, when each of them suddenly reflected a brilliant golden light from within.
This golden light was not dazzling, yet seed to contain so supre Power of Rules. The raging Yin Nether Mist lted silently like snow under a blazing sun, leaving no trace behind.
"How is this possible?"
The councilman who acted almost popped his eyes out of his sockets, his face full of extraordinary shock.
The other four counciln, including the initial one, also showed signs of astonishnt.
Even the many Church strongn observing the battle through the magic mirror within the Heretic Court were moved at this mont.
"That golden light... I seem to feel so kind of extrely exalted power, instantly dispelling those vicious curses," a Judgent Knight exclaid softly.
"This power, though weak, holds imnsely high Position," a Cardinal filled his gaze with unprecedented gravity, staring intently at the mirror, "Could it be from the legendary Emperor?"
In this mysterious version, the Great Dao is not apparent, and the Celestial Dao lies hidden in the mist. Naturally, these strongn were unaware that the golden light was the rit of the Celestial Dao.
In the Apocalypse Version, their Yin Soldiers had been blessed by the Heavenly Dao rit of the Human Emperor Banner, granted by the Apocalypse Celestial Dao.
The Celestial Dao rit had a natural restraining effect on sinister and filthy thods. The Curse Power of re Sequence 4 Saint level, before the resplendent Celestial Dao rit, was utterly like shaking a tree like an ant trying to move it.
Failing to succeed with a single strike, not even breaking the opponent's defense, caused an ominous foreboding to rise simultaneously in the hearts of the counciln, displaying hesitation on their faces involuntarily.
Yet the mysterious presence hidden behind the void fissures clearly gave them no chance for hesitation or further probing.
The second cold, rciless decree followed right after, resounding through the entire underground space:
"Form Array!"
With this command, the six thousand Yin Soldiers, who had been clearing the corpses of the dead as if harvesting, changed their actions instantaneously.
They no longer fought individually, but began to move in an extrely mysterious manner.
Nurous ghostly lights circulated among them, sketching out a complex and ancient Array Map.
The Nine Nether Yin Wind rose out of nowhere, carrying a bone-chilling chill that seed to blow away one's soul directly. The Netherworld Fire ignited silently, with a dark red hue, seemingly low in temperature, yet exuding a terrifying aura capable of burning the soul and body.
"Buzz!"
With a low hum, a super Array covering the entire crypt hall instantly ford.
At the mont the great formation operated, this world seed completely isolated, forming its own realm.
The Yin Wind howled, seeping into every corner directly impacting the Spirit Bodies, while the Nether Fire flickered, clinging like a bone maggot, incinerating all matter and energy.
Under the terrifying might of this formation, those mbers of the Council of the Dead below Sequence 5, and lower undead creatures, turned to ashes without even having ti to scream.
Even those five Sequence 4 counciln, in the core area where Yin Wind and Nether Fire interwove, felt unprecedentedly enormous pressure.
Under the sweep of the Yin Wind, their Spirit Bodies seed about to be torn apart, forcing them to resist with full power.
The burning of the Nether Fire caused them imnse suffering, as even defenses constructed from Death Energy were continuously eroded, suppressed, and pained howls resounded throughout the tomb.
"Damn! What Array is this!"
"Quick! Use the Sealed Objects, break out!"
Filled with shock and anger, the Saints all unleashed their extrely powerful Sealed Objects kept in the deepest corners of their posessions.
There was a Bone Staff emanating terrifying cold, a Crystal Ball capable of twisting space, and an ancient altar that could summon powerful wraiths...
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