At this moment, Lin Qian had fully confirmed that behind the Dead Spirit Army, indeed, someone was pulling the strings.
And that person should be the Black Demon.
The Dead Spirit Army controlled by the opponent was not only capable of slaughter, their strength had also increased; it was simple to manage the behaviors of the Dead Spirit Army from behind.
The feeling was like a general commanding his subordinates, seemingly quite similar to the battle mode of his own kingdom.
In this battle, he had already gained the upper hand, and in order to avoid more losses, the enemy had chosen to retreat and was in the process of withdrawing.
Thinking of this, Lin Qian gently released Ye Xin, "How about it, Xinxin, can you fly by yourself for a while?"
"En!" Ye Xin nodded gently, standing in the air, watching Lin Qian without knowing what he was about to do.
At this moment, Lin Qian, looking at the quickly retreating Dead Spirit Army, his eyes slightly tightened, his Emperor Pupils opened, the majestic Emperor's Robe with the Imperial Intent billowing madly, an overwhelming pressure surged from within him.
The huge commotion also alerted everyone else on the battlefield; those who were cheering now turned their attention to this person who had suddenly appeared.
The cry from before, Ye Xin's intimate behavior towards him, let those different races who had joined the Huaxia Empire know that this must be the young Renhuang Martial Emperor of the Huaxia Empire who had not shown himself before.
The pressure bursting from him instilled fear in their hearts, and they couldn't help but admire silently, indeed he was very powerful.
But they were also curious, what on earth was Lin Qian preparing to do by suddenly releasing such immense pressure now?
At this moment, Lin Qian, in the midst of the sky, paid no attention to everyone's gaze; the Thunder Night Sword and the Cloud Sword simultaneously equipped, and eventually combined into one, becoming the Emperor Sword.
Beside him, Yuan Supreme, upon seeing this scene, was still deeply moved.
To arm with twin Martial Souls and even be able to fuse them, no matter how many times one saw it, it always remained fascinating.
The golden Emperor Attribute Soul Power furiously converged upon the Emperor Sword, and at that moment the Emperor Sword also left Lin Qian's hands, gradually rising into the air, eventually drifting behind him.
In an instant, dazzling golden light shone from the body of the Emperor Sword, swiftly forming a massive golden curtain of light, ethereal and semi-transparent, stretched across the sky, drawing eyes irresistibly towards it, unable to look away. Yo-ur s&upport^ at * ke!ep$s@ the s$er!ies- g^o@i#ng@.
Everyone present curiously watched Lin Qian's direction, not knowing what his intent was with this movement, nor what kind of soul skill it represented.
In the outer Void, the Black Demon, ever since Lin Qian had appeared, had his attention fixed on him.
He had not expected that after Lin Qian's arrival, the battle situation, which had been stable and in their favor, would undergo such a shocking reversal, completely unforeseen.
Moreover, that fellow carrying the long spear had such a peculiar increase in strength that he had never seen before.
To avoid wasting the strength of the Dead Spirit Army in this place, the Black Demon decided that the 80 million Dead Spirit Army here should temporarily retreat and preserve their power.
However, Lin Qian's next action also sparked his curiosity; standing in place, using Soul Power to condense such a massive curtain, what on earth was he planning to do, what madness was this?
In the Black Demon's view, condensing such a large curtain was utterly meaningless.
"My mountains and rivers cannot be tainted by others, those who offend my Huaxia, though far away, shall be pursued to the ends of the earth."
Amidst the sky, Lin Qian's eyes suddenly burst forth with splendid sword radiance, in an instant, the powerful Sword Intent spread out, causing everyone to feel a stinging sensation on their skin, as if between heaven and earth, there were countless sharp swords slicing through their skin.
A long, trembling sword cry suddenly echoed between heaven and earth. Everyone saw that, behind Lin Qian, within the curtain where the Emperor Sword was stationed, ripples continuously spread, and one by one, the golden swords formed from the Emperor Attribute Soul Power were derived.
In the vortex of ripples, the tip of the Soul Power condensed sword first came into view, followed by the slender sword body, and then the hilt.
What felt eerie was that these swords made of Sword Qi had no hilt guard.
This move was neither a technique from a game nor a soul skill from this world; it came from another universe. It was a gift given to him by an old buddy from Earth, who provided the Powerful Medicine in the email.
It was said to be a technique from the old buddy's former Sect on Earth, which was also well-known…
The Shushan Immortal Sword faction!
In his previous life, Lin Qian didn't believe in ghosts or gods, but the experiences of his current life and the descriptions from another chosen one made it hard for him to not believe.
He even vaguely felt that there might be a giant hand behind everything, manipulating it all, sending people from Earth to other universal worlds, for some unspeakable purpose.
Thus, he had made a pact with that old buddy to reach the Peak together and untangle this mystery.
"Ten Thousand Sword Returning to the Ancestor Sword Formation!"
Lin Qian's eyes focused, and he abruptly gestured towards the front.
In the blink of an eye, swords made of condensed Sword Qi charged forward, pursuing the retreating Dead Spirit Army.
Though the Dead Spirit Army fled quickly, they were far slower than Lin Qian's Sword Qi.
The golden Soul Power formed strange swords, which were flying swords, known for their incredible speed and lethal power.
The golden Sword Qi, like a rain of swords forming a dragon, snaked forward in pursuit. Moreover, each flying sword was not pursuing chaotically but was targeting each member of the Dead Spirit Army, with one flying sword per undead.
The flying swords, like a dragon made of blades, clashed with the fleeing Dead Spirit Army.
Bone Corpses shattered and rotten corpses fell continuously. Those walking corpses all had their hearts pierced by the flying swords, with black air gushing from the wounds.
"Slash!" Lin Qian suddenly raised his hand, and with a swing of the Sword Qi dragon, he completely shredded the corpses of the Dead Spirit Army, leaving them unable to regenerate or recover with their deathly energy.
Sword Qi crisscrossed; the Dead Spirit Army had fled far away, and even though the onlookers had excellent vision, they could only see vague shadows.
However, those distant shadows kept falling, clearly slaughtered by Lin Qian.
Thinking of this, the crowd was eager to rush over. Lin Qian also sheathed the Emperor Sword and slowly made his way.
Upon reaching the battlefield, they discovered that the ground was littered with the shattered remains of the Dead Spirit Army, none of which could move. The crowd couldn't help but swallow nervously, looking back at Lin Qian, who followed slowly, their eyes filled with reverence and even some crowding around.
They really hadn't expected that the Renhuang Martial Emperor of the Huaxia Empire would possess such terrifying strength, truly beyond imagination.
"This move really is handy, old buddy." Looking down at the Dead Spirit Army's limbs and bodies scattered all over, Lin Qian couldn't help but remark.