I can see the blood bar and my purity is extremely high

Chapter 585 The Great Emperor of Dongyue
"That's all."

Lu Wenwu stood covered in blood, with two mutilated corpses at his feet, completely lifeless.

Bathed in crimson blood, the man's body appeared even more sinister and terrifying under the crimson moonlight as the moon approached its fullest, sending chills down one's spine.

Looking around, the battle between the human race and the alien martial saints was still going on, and casualties had already occurred.

Moreover, this was achieved while Xiao Bao was fighting the Day and Night Wandering Gods alone, and at the same time attracting a lot of firepower, fighting against tens of thousands of Yin soldiers without any pressure.

This helped the martial saints share most of the pressure.

If 100,000 Yin soldiers were to form an array and attack together, Xiao Bao would be able to remain safe and sound on his own.

However, these dozens of martial saints would likely be wiped out before they could last more than a hundred rounds against such a powerful army that emerged from the ancient immortal era.

These 100,000 Yin soldiers were the last trump card left by the Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak, his most elite personal guard.

Even in ancient times, he could contend with several Dao-Merging Immortal Venerables while in formation and not be at a disadvantage for a short period of time.

If even those Dao-Merging Immortal Venerables who can change the world with a single thought are like this, let alone Martial Saints who walk the path of Immortal Martial Arts.

The way the Martial Saints fought by drawing star charts and leveraging the laws was ultimately a rather low-level method, unable to unleash the full power of the laws.

Faced with the Netherworld battle formation amplified by the power of the small world, they were truly powerless to stop them.

"All three Yama Kings have perished!"

The Night Wanderer, his form shrouded in darkness, dodged the White Tiger's earth-shattering claw. Unable to contain himself, he looked toward the direction where the three Yama Kings had died, feeling a chill run down his spine.

What the hell kind of monster is this?!

A hysterical roar erupted in his heart.

Even though he and the Sun Wanderer now have an absolute advantage, he still has some thoughts of retreating.

Scary.

It's so scary.

The cat in front of them, which could transform into a white tiger, was already incredibly powerful, not to mention that it could hold its own against the two of them.

Even when the two of them commanded 50,000 ghost soldiers to attack them in formation, they were still able to defend themselves and seize opportunities to counterattack and inflict effective casualties.

If this continues, it might take ten days and ten nights to determine a winner.

From which remote corner did this powerful figure emerge?!

Could it be that the Celestial Court also has a Celestial Venerable who has been sealed away since ancient times, just to stop their Underworld's plan to rule the world?
If that monster who single-handedly blasted Yama and Wheel King to pieces were to join forces with the seemingly weaker black skeleton, he and the Day Wanderer would likely face only defeat and death.

Should we withdraw?
It's like we're telepathically connected.

As the Night Wanderer looked at his old partner, the Day Wanderer scrambled to avoid Xiao Bao's fatal blow, and while having the ghost soldiers form an array to buy him time to recover, he looked at the Night Wanderer.

Both of them could see a hint of retreat in each other's eyes.

They are all currently in a state of severe injury due to damage to their very essence.

It's unwise to fight the enemy head-on now.

Faced with such a powerful enemy, even the three Yama Kings who commanded the troops died in battle. What were these two slightly weaker wandering gods doing, risking their lives?
It would be better to wait for the Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak to break free of his seal and suppress all enemies of the present age.

The blood moon has turned from a crescent moon into a waning crescent.

When the blood moon is completely full, the yin energy will reach its limit, and that will be the time when the Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak breaks free from the seal and once again reigns supreme over the realms of yin and yang!
There's absolutely no need to rush.

Nowadays, most of the powerful figures in the underworld are either dead or dead, leaving only a handful of them, making it almost deserted.

The once-renowned and powerful figures of the underworld, such as the Emperor of Fengdu, the Lord of Mount Tai, the Ten Kings of Hell, the Four Judges, Ox-Head and Horse-Face, and Black and White Impermanence, have all returned to the world.

The Day and Night Wanderers believed that the two of them, as the only remaining former Dao Integration Realm beings in the Underworld, were also the two gods with the highest official positions after the Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak, making them second only to the Emperor and above all others.

Even if they temporarily shirk their duties, given the strength of the enemy, they should not be questioned by the Emperor.

In the future, when the underworld unifies the Yin and Yang realms, it will still need to rely on these two for management!
Back when the Celestial Court still existed, their original profession was to patrol the human world on behalf of the Underworld.

It will still be a job that matches my major.

In a flash, these two old partners who had worked together for countless years quickly confirmed each other's ideas and prepared to put them into action.

The day and night wandering gods simultaneously retreated explosively, protecting the 100,000 Yin soldiers in front of them.

Faced with Xiao Bao's increasingly fierce and aggressive attacks, they no longer intended to charge forward themselves.

Each of them commanded 50,000 Yin soldiers. The Day Wanderer led his troops to besiege Xiao Bao, who had transformed into a White Tiger Battle Body, while the Night Wanderer commanded his army to annihilate the martial saints of the two races.

Suddenly, the already precarious situation of the Martial Saint's side became even more precarious, swaying left and right like duckweed in the rain.

Now, not only Lu Wenwu, but even Gris's soul fire flashed with intense disdain.

Facing an enemy whose overall strength is inferior to their own, they showed no ambition whatsoever.

They only think about preserving themselves.

How exactly does someone like that become a strong person?

As expected, he was the one with the lightest injuries and the best preserved strength among the five Dao Integration Realm beings who were revived from the Underworld.

Lacking the spirit of a strong person, he is unfit for any important task.

Even someone like Gris, who had joined the ranks of the true demons, found the actions of the Day and Night Wanderers utterly despicable.

He and Lu Wenwu, a powerful figure who served the pantheon, simply disagreed on their ideologies.

Even among the True Demon faction, not all are treacherous and cunning.

Those who reach the third level of godhood are not truly cowardly.

Those who are truly pathetic would have been eliminated by the tides of time in the mortal realm long ago, and it would be almost impossible for them to ascend to godhood.

Therefore, someone like Gris, who possesses the power to condense nine mythological anchors and is preparing to step into the realm of true gods with his greatest potential, naturally looks down on the weak behavior of the Day and Night Wanderer.

It has nothing to do with good or evil, right or wrong.

This is simply the contempt of the truly strong towards those who feign prosperity.

"You brainless barbarian, what are you waiting for? Your men are all going to die."

Gris pulled out a black crystal shield again, held it up in his hand, and said in a sinister tone.

Lu Wenwu chuckled lightly and said calmly, "Of course I'm waiting for you."

After killing three Yama Kings in succession, his murderous intent had long since dissipated, and his anger had subsided considerably.

The Yama Kings had shown him kindness, but he had never met the Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak.

Naturally, there wasn't such intense indignation.

At most, it's just a way of expressing respect for the powerful emperor in the divine alliance who has been fighting on the front lines to save the boundless chaotic sea.

And he disliked the counterfeit and shoddy goods in front of him.

Right now, what he felt most was the excitement of about to fight an even stronger opponent.

With such lofty ambitions, a final villain attempting to wipe out the entire world in blood must be incredibly pure!
Just thinking about it makes me feel excited all over!

Seeing Lu Wenwu's unconsciously upturned lips, Gris's already dark face turned even darker, and he immediately became furious.

"Bullshit! I knew you were a brainless bastard full of bad intentions! ^*($#^$*!#%$$@$&^%"

Red-hot Gris began his frenzied attack. He suspected that Lu Wenwu's words earlier were a sarcastic remark implying that Lu was a nobody, and he already had evidence.

Unfortunately, not everything will get a response.

Lu Wenwu was completely immersed in the excitement of the upcoming fierce battle with a powerful enemy.

Completely unaware that his words were somewhat ambiguous, he unintentionally unleashed the Yin-Yang Technique.

"You really have no manners."

Hearing Griss frantically sending out lane invitations from the sidelines, Lu Wenwu couldn't help but frown.

He decided not to stay with this rude guy.

The anticipation I had was completely disrupted and disjointed.

The situation on the human side seems to be quite precarious.

Before eating the main course, have some side dishes to tide you over.

Lu Wenwu, covered in dragon scales, leaped high into the air and crashed into the battle formation with the standard superhero-style one-knee landing.

A long staff, formed entirely from the intertwining and solidification of lightning and flames, had appeared in his hand without him even noticing.

As he twisted and swept his body horizontally, the long staff, interwoven with laws, swept fiercely, unleashing an incomparably domineering and powerful aura.

Those battle formations and military spirits that could be easily manipulated when facing a Martial Saint appeared so weak in the face of such absolute violence and power.

The military spirit had only just unleashed its first attack when Lu Wenwu casually slapped it into the air with his staff, shattering it instantly.

The remaining heavy clubs, their divine power undiminished, shattered the Yin Soldier battle formation that had condensed into military spirits, clearing a large area of ​​the battlefield.

With a look of utter disbelief, the Night Wanderer retreated to the very back of the battlefield, extremely close to Fengdu Ghost City. He could return to the city in a flash.

Cold sweat poured down his forehead, his eyes constantly glancing at the nearly full blood moon in the sky, his heart filled with anxiety, hoping that the Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak would break free of his seal as soon as possible.

Horrible, really terrible.

The opponent didn't even use any rules to fight.

He simply and crudely wrapped those laws of power around his attack and then unleashed it in a straightforward and brutal manner.

That's it!

Absolute power gives rise to absolute offensive power.

Even the three Yama Kings, who were stronger than him, perished.

He truly had no confidence that he could survive the attack.

Before he could catch his breath, Gris, wielding a sword and shield, emerged from the shadows of the city wall.

The deadly sword intent erupted, instantly piercing the heart of the Night Wanderer who was observing from the edge of the battlefield.

If it weren't for the fact that the Night Watcher was extremely alert, with ears in all directions and eyes in all directions, constantly on guard against potential dangers from every corner, he would have been able to hide far too quickly.

Gris's calculated yet unexpected sword strike could likely kill him instantly.

Either death or serious injury!
On the other side, Xiao Bao transformed into a white tiger, moving as if he were in an empty place.

The White Tiger God was originally the god of war who controlled all the weapons of the world.

When the army surrounded and attacked Xiao Bao, who had inherited the White Tiger God's power, they could only unleash seven or eight tenths of their strength and were greatly suppressed.

Xiao Bao faced an army of 50,000 men alone without fear, rampaging across the battlefield like a dragon.

Wherever it passed, wind and thunder roared, and its speed in reaping souls was even faster than Lu Wenwu's berserk and chaotic martial arts.

It can even relentlessly hunt down day-wandering gods who are also observing the battlefield while indiscriminately killing others, leaving them with nowhere to run or escape, causing them to roam the entire battlefield in chaos.

If you look at it yourself, Xiao Bao killing the Yin soldiers and ghost soldiers is just a side effect.

It was an extra bonus gained while chasing down the constantly fleeing Day Wanderer.

Even so, it remains the undisputed king of kills in the current arena.

It controls wind, thunder, and metal simultaneously, and has a natural suppressive power over armies; its mowing speed is simply too fast.

It can be said that it is the nemesis of all extraordinary legions.

To defeat Xiaobao, a battle formation consisting of a large number of people is meaningless.

Only those masters with equal combat power are qualified to contend with him.

These 100,000 Yin soldiers are an insurmountable barrier when facing others; they are an invincible army capable of fighting even Dao-Merging Immortal Venerables.

However, if there is no general who can fight against Xiao Bao.

It's only a matter of time before it single-handedly wipes out all 100,000 Yin soldiers and ghosts.

After Lu Wenwu and Gris joined the battlefield, the 100,000 Yin soldiers were slaughtered, and the balance of the battle tilted to one side.

The blood moon is about to be full, and it's almost dripping blood.

The ruins of Fengdu City glowed with an eerie bluish-gray light, and the blood-stained runes on the ground writhed like living snakes.

Inside the imperial palace, the Eastern Peak Emperor's slightly open eyes spewed forth purple flames, his perfectly controlled power twisting and contorting against the dilapidated city wall.

Eighteen bronze chains, linked by array patterns, pierced through the center of the forehead.

As his body trembled, splattering out rusty blood mist, it replaced the decaying, withered flesh and blood, sending pure soul power into it.

The mountains of the underworld cracked amidst the purplish-black shockwaves, and the Netherworld karmic fire burned through tens of thousands of soul-suppressing steles along the earth's veins.

The shattered bronze mask of the Day Wanderer fell from mid-air, its battered body crashing against the city wall of Fengdu with a sound like gold and jade shattering.

The little tiger-like creature stepped on the Seven Star Array, unleashing wind and thunder claw marks that tore apart the battle formation composed of hundreds of ghost soldiers and shattered the phosphorescent flames.

As the sparks drifted by, they reflected the murderous aura in Xiao Baotian's eyes, a power that seemed to command the armies of the world.

"Shu Zi'an dare!"

Just as the Heaven-Rending Fierce Claw was about to completely tear the Day Wanderer to shreds, dark black water gushed out from the cracks in the Fengdu city wall, the Great Emperor's throat rumbled with a roar from the Nine Netherworlds, and the foundation of the entire ancient city of Fengdu began to tilt.

The eighteen bronze chains that bound the soul and body emitted blue smoke and suddenly broke.

This soul-suppressing array, used for sealing and maintaining his life to this day by preventing his injuries from worsening, has shattered completely today.

Behind the Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak, a magnificent image of a Buddha stood tall, emerging from the Ghost City of Fengdu.

With a sudden downward slam of his left hand, the accompanying dark lightning carbonized all the vegetation within a three-thousand-mile radius.

"finally come!"

Lu Wenwu's eyes lit up. He spun around and shattered the already broken Mirror of Evil beneath his feet. With a sinister grin, he met the giant palm of the Dharma Image that soared into the sky and smashed it with a single punch!
The tattered robes of the day-roaming deity bulged as his body retreated frantically.

Only by using the Emperor's powerful palm print could he barely dodge Xiao Bao's almost world-destroying attack. His severed meridians and flesh transformed into a hundred-foot-long stream of pale green flames amidst the violent aura.

A mournful cry echoed from the rock strata, resounding from eighteen layers of hell, while the blood-red full moon reached its zenith at that moment.

The ghost city of Fengdu suddenly exploded, and then collapsed towards the center like a black hole.

In the end, it transformed into a tall figure standing in mid-air, holding a sword in his right hand, an imperial seal in his left, wearing a twelve-tassel crown and a black imperial robe.

It is none other than the Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak!

(End of this chapter)