Chapter 1690: Showdown

The thunder rumbled like ancient lightning, shaking the Yin Cao Di Fu to its core.

Beyond the Shura Sea, the army of the underworld stood in formation, prepared for battle.

Some walked through the void, some rode flying swords, and others were mounted on nether beasts, filling the sky and covering the ground.

From a distance, it looked like a vast black carpet stretching across the heavens and earth, with soldiers clad in armor and gripping war spears.

This was truly a sight that had to be seen to be believed—one glance was enough to shock anyone!

The underworld was indeed brimming with strength, with countless Zhun Di-level experts and a handful at the Zhun Di peak.

But none of that mattered—what was truly formidable were Ming Di and Di Huang, the two supreme-level figures serving as the underworld's unyielding backbone.

Ye Chen couldn't help but sigh; compared to the underworld, the various heavens were far too weak.

Without an emperor presiding, mustering even one great emperor required countless heroes, and those battles in the heavens had been unfair from the start.

Now, things were different—with numbers on their side, the underworld wouldn't fall short, and when it came to peak emperor levels, both Ming Di and Di Huang were world-shaking tyrants.

Moreover, they could wait in leisure, striking down whatever came their way.

As they waited, Ye Chen suddenly noticed a distortion in the space beside him.

In the next instant, a figure tumbled out—it was Zhao Yun, who nearly fell over after failing to steady himself.

"I said I wouldn't come, but you insisted on me coming."

Zhao Yun struggled to stand firm, looking quite embarrassed, as he had been dragged here in a daze.

He now exuded an extraordinary aura, with lightning tearing across his body, imperial dao laws swirling around him, and faint traces of imperial might.

Ye Chen narrowed his eyes, seeing that Zhao Yun harbored an ultimate dao emperor weapon—a battle halberd that was incredibly fearsome.

Accompanying him were Ming Di's disciple Ming Jue and Di Huang's disciple Bai Zhi, both of whom also carried emperor weapons within them.

Ye Chen's gaze flickered—it was clear that before Ming Di, the underworld had other great emperors, now lost to the dust of history.

Though the emperors had perished, their weapons were passed down, safeguarding future generations.

The four stood side by side, their ultimate dao emperor weapons humming and trembling, granting them the power to contend with Zhun Di experts.

These four were the most stunning young talents in the underworld today, fully aware of their predecessors' painstaking efforts.

Summoning them was to temper them through the crucible of war; only in bloody battles could they truly transform, a rare opportunity and fortune.

Ming Di and Di Huang smiled, retracting their imperial dao pressures.

One could imagine that if the Tian Mo knew of the two supreme-level figures in the underworld, they would be scared off for sure—having those two standing around would just invite trouble.

So, Ming Di and Di Huang played it smart, concealing their auras to avoid alerting the Tian Mo army to their presence.

The fight would happen, but they'd lure the enemy out first and strike decisively.

If they could draw out a great emperor from the Tian Mo domain, that would be ideal—all supreme-level, and with two against one, there was no reason to lose.

"They're here," Qin Guang Wang shouted sharply, his eyes scanning the area.

As he spoke, the towering demonic pillar trembled, spewing forth demonic mist that carried a massive horde of Tian Mo.

Demon lords, demon generals, and demon soldiers were all there, their eyes blood-red, radiating bloodthirsty savagery, with demonic energy rolling out in overwhelming waves.

"This aura is truly delightful," a Tian Mo domain demon lord said, inhaling deeply with a look of utter enjoyment.

"What on earth are these things?" the underworld army muttered, furrowing their brows—they had never seen Tian Mo and didn't know their origins.

"The invasion from another realm—such a massive force," someone remarked.

"Without a great emperor level, no matter how many come, they're just cannon fodder."

"How about a bet? Let's see who reaches that black pillar first," Ming Jue said with a grin, glancing at Ye Chen, Zhao Yun, and Bai Zhi.

"Kill!"

Without waiting for Zhao Yun and Bai Zhi to respond, Ye Chen charged into the Shura Sea, leading the assault on the Tian Mo army.

Ming Jue felt awkward—this hothead hadn't even waited for the signal to start.

But how could he know that Ye Chen's grudge against the Tian Mo was so deep, and holding back until now was already remarkable.

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go!" Zhao Yun's momentum surged to its peak, intertwined with imperial dao laws, exuding a domineering pressure.

"Kill!" Bai Zhi shouted coldly, striking at the same time.

Ming Jue wasn't about to be outdone, executing a mystical movement technique to catch up in a massive leap, war halberd in hand, like a war god incarnate.

"Kill!" The Ten Yama Kings snorted coldly, each with their natal weapons hovering above, as the underworld army surged forward like a black ocean.

Ming Di and Di Huang remained still, deeming the lesser foes unworthy of their attention.

The two slipped into the void, positioning themselves as hunters, lying in wait to ambush any great emperor from the Tian Mo domain.

If the people of the various heavens knew about this, they'd be terrified out of their wits.

Hunting a great emperor—perhaps only these two ruthless figures would dare.

One was the eternal emperor of the underworld, the other a Great Accomplishment Saint Body who had once fought five emperors alone—what couldn't they achieve together?

No help for it; with numbers on their side, they could afford to be this bold.

The Shura Sea erupted into massive waves as the underworld army charged in, reducing stray souls and wild ghosts to ashes.

"Where did so many strong experts come from?" Even the Tian Mo army was stunned by the underworld's formation.

After all, they were only the first wave, not yet at full strength.

Their numbers were like a sea, true, but the underworld army was an even greater ocean—a direct clash would be one-sided slaughter.

"Retreat!" the Tian Mo domain demon lord bellowed, ordering a withdrawal.

"Not so fast!" Ye Chen executed Shrinking Earth into Inches, reaching them first and launching a powerful Eight Wastelands Fist without a word.

The purple-haired demon lord was instantly crippled on one side, staggering back with blood and bones flying everywhere in a gruesome scene.

"Protect me!" the purple-haired demon lord roared in terror.

He retreated into the crowd, shoving waves of demon soldiers and generals in front as scapegoats.

Ye Chen was too ferocious—having crippled half the demon lord's body with one punch, it was clear he was an unmatched powerhouse.

"Kill!" Hordes of Tian Mo soldiers and generals swarmed forward, unleashing divine abilities and weapons in a sky-covering barrage.

"Anyone who blocks me dies!" Ye Chen roared, sweeping out with a palm, his golden eyes blazing with divine light fixed on the purple-haired demon lord.

He understood the principle of striking while the iron was hot—a demon lord-level foe was significant, and he wouldn't let the crippled one escape.

"Seek death!" Three demon lords snorted coldly and charged together.

"Come on, one each!" Zhao Yun arrived, slapping one of the blood-haired demon lords flying—it was impressively fierce.

"Deal!" Ming Jue laughed, engaging the white-haired demon lord.

"I haven't fought a Zhun Di yet." Bai Zhi, that fierce woman, spoke boldly, her sword nearly splitting the three-eyed demon lord in two.

The four prodigies, armed with four emperor weapons, battled the four demon lords.

The shockwaves of the fight were immense, turning Tian Mo soldiers into bloody mist in droves.

Before they could steady themselves, the Ten Yama Kings led the army in a pincer attack, like a massive wave engulfing the Tian Mo forces.

The underworld army was in high spirits, having been pent up for endless ages—this was their chance to train and fight.

Such a large-scale melee was unprecedented, with two supreme figures overseeing it all—from the Yama Kings to the lowliest ghosts, everyone was wildly excited, charging forward relentlessly and ferociously.

The battle erupted in full, with lives as cheap as grass and casualties on both sides.

What was evident was the underworld army's absolute suppression in power—hordes of Tian Mo soldiers and generals were devoured, the scene gruesomely bloody.

It was all because the Tian Mo army hadn't arrived in full force, merely the vanguard, while the underworld was fully prepared.

The imbalance in strength left them caught off guard in this encounter, even the demon lords unable to withstand the assault.

They hadn't even deployed the imperial dao killing formations yet—otherwise, the spectacle would be even more devastating, with enemies vanishing in waves.

The originally purple Shura Sea was dyed red by the battle.

Limbs, wreckage, blades, spears, swords, and halberds piled up everywhere.

The Shura Sea had become a true Shura Field, a one-sided massacre with hundreds of times the force—the Tian Mo army had no way to turn the tide.

This was quite a surprise; the other side had truly played into their hands.

One could only wonder if the Tian Mo army would burst into tears on the spot if they knew two supreme figures were hiding in the void.

They had come from afar, thinking to cause some chaos, but now they were the ones getting swamped—utterly embarrassing.

In the void, Ming Di and Di Huang stood watch, eyes fixed on the towering demonic pillar, waiting for a great emperor to appear.

Slaying a great emperor-level foe would bring immense benefits, a massive fortune.

For instance, Ming Di might advance further and achieve the Heavenly Emperor realm.

Or Di Huang might break through his limits and ascend to great emperor status—a Saint Body at emperor realm could rival a Heavenly Emperor.

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