Eternal God Emperor: Only I Am Emperor One

Chapter 210 Eight hundred it is eight hundred

Northern Continent, Hunter's Plains.

The only true god in the Ancestral Spirit Realm, the Hunting God's dojo, the Hunting God Temple, is located on the plain.

The temple had long been destroyed and was now in ruins, occupying one-tenth of the entire plain.

Many of the saints of the seven realms of Shatuo fell near the Plain of the God of Hunting.

Their luck was truly terrible; they had just entered the Ancestral Spirit Realm when they stumbled into the very heart of the Rakshasa army.

In the Purple Mansion Realm, the Blade Prison Realm, and the Great Demon Ten Directions Realm, the top ten saints of each realm accidentally fell into this place, were discovered by the Rakshasa army, and went through a bloody battle, either dying or being captured.

On the plains, thousands more saintly corpses have been added, being devoured by Rakshasa cultivators.

Among the ten races of hell, the Undying Blood Clan craves fresh blood, while the Rakshasa Clan prefers to eat corpses.

Princess Luo Sha stood atop the ruins of the Hunter God Temple, gazing at the figure of a woman still stubbornly resisting in the distance.

The Rakshasa army of saints surrounded them like locusts.

The woman was extremely powerful, even stronger than some first-stage Saint Kings, but facing an army of countless Saints, her defeat was only a matter of time.

"Among the Seven Realms of Shatuo, the Great Demon Ten Directions Realm is the strongest. The Spirit Flame Demon Queen is the realm child of the Great Demon Ten Directions Realm. If we take her down, we will have won the first step in the second phase of the Ancestral Spirit Realm Merit War."

"Pass down the order: I, the princess, must live."

……

At the same time, in the Beishan camp on the same northern continent, more than a dozen deafening explosions rang out in succession.

The explosions all occurred at the nodes of the formation, temporarily paralyzing the defensive formation of the Beishan camp from within.

Marquis Cangming rushed out of the temple, his eyes filled with intertwined flames and blood.

Saints of the Rakshasa clan were fighting amongst themselves, saints from the seven realms of the Shakya clan had broken into the camp, and the purifying divine fire was burning...

The killing spread and soon engulfed the entire camp.

He was filled with shock and rage, and carrying a spear of the level of a ten-thousand-patterned holy artifact, he intended to kill the saints of the seven realms of Shatuo with thunderous force.

But a flash of sword light swept past, and the scene before his eyes shifted, revealing a headless corpse slowly falling down—his own body.

"What……"

Until his death, this second-class marquis of the Rakshasa clan, who had fought on the battlefield of merit in the Ancestral Spirit Realm for thirty years, did not know who had killed him.

Emperor Yi wielded the Heaven-Sealing Sword and unleashed the Flowing Light Flying Rainbow Escape Technique. His speed was like thunder and lightning, leaving behind only a large number of Rakshasa corpses wherever his sword passed. He was utterly invincible.

Besides him, some of the powerful Kunlun Realm warriors who had fallen to the Northern Continent also arrived in time to participate in the battle.

The sect leaders of the Qin and Shu sects, the Moon-Burial Sword Saint of the Liangyi sect, Bei Yutian and Xi Wufa from the Heroes' Ode, the two big bosses of the Central Region Black Market, the Spear Saint...

A total of more than a dozen True Saints, Supreme Saints, and experts at the 54th level of spiritual power joined forces with Emperor Yi to storm into the North Mountain camp.

A dozen or so top experts at the Saint Realm gathered together were enough to contend with an army of 100,000 Rakshasa.

The killing lasted for two or three hours, until the setting sun was as red as blood, and then everything returned to calm.

Emperor Yi stood on the city wall of the camp, his black robe spotless, not at all like someone who had just finished a great battle.

The majority of the Rakshasa army in the North Mountain camp were only at the Fish-Dragon Realm, about 10% were Half-Saints, and there were less than two hundred Saint Realm cultivators.

The Gun Saint, accompanied by the Purple Wind Star Envoy, carefully tallied the results and calculated that this battle had accumulated nearly two million merit points for the Kunlun Realm.

This is only the second day of the Merit Battle. If this pace is maintained, Kunlun Realm has a real chance to take first place in the Saint Merit Battle.

Mei Huangsheng, the sect leader of the Qin Sect, and Meng Zhijie, the sect leader of the Shu Sect, are both at the peak of the 54th level of spiritual power. They are Confucian and Taoist cultivators who have condensed the Dao Seed of Loyal Heart and Blood, and can be called the top experts below the Saint King.

The two men, dressed in Confucian robes, stood behind Emperor Yi, their faces beaming with joy at the victory and their anticipation for the future of this merit battle.

"The Rakshasa army is nothing special. In this battle, we have gained nearly two million merit points. The Saint Merit War will last for three months. At this rate, the Rakshasa army won't be enough for us to kill," Mei Huangsheng said with high spirits.

Di Yi was not so optimistic, saying, "In this battle, more than half of the merit points came from the Rakshasa cultivators below the Saint Realm. Princess Luo Sha of the Rakshasa Clan is not a fool. I estimate that she will soon withdraw the Rakshasa Clan's army below the Saint Realm, leaving only the Saint Realm experts to fight against the Saints of the Seven Realms of Shatuo."

"And after this battle, the Rakshasa clan will definitely come up with a countermeasure. I estimate that the Rakshasa clan's true elite will come after us very soon."

The evening breeze blew in from the north, carrying the stench of blood.

Gun Saint arrived with Shi Qiankun, the patriarch of the Zhenyu Ancient Clan, and the head of the Shen family.

The formation of the Beishan camp was not completely destroyed; after some repairs, it can still be used.

"Clan Chief Shi, Patriarch Shen, the formations in the camp will be left to you to repair. For the foreseeable future, this will be the camp of the Kunlun Realm Saints in the Northern Continent of the Ancestral Spirit Realm."

Shi Qiankun and the head of the Shen family immediately agreed and, together with several spiritual power masters, began to take action.

As night deepened, Di Yi gazed at the vast land outside the camp, his thoughts growing increasingly profound.

Upon receiving Emperor Yi's message, more and more saints from the Kunlun Realm arrived at the North Mountain Camp.

In just three days, the number of Kunlun Realm Saints in the camp had exceeded one thousand.

At the same time, the holy army of the Rakshasa tribe also arrived tens of thousands of miles away from the main camp.

Wan Canglan and Xianfeizi, two of the Nine Heavens Mystic Maidens, arrived the day after the capture of the Beishan camp. They were assigned by Emperor Yi to integrate the weaker new saints of the Kunlun Realm.

Most of these new saints were people from the imperial court, cultivated by Empress Chi Yao using the Heavenly Wheel Seal.

Bu Qianfan, whose cultivation had reached the Tongtian Realm, was also among them, leading a group of Domain Kings from the Ministry of War as Wan Canglan's deputy.

The Goddess of Fate, Fairy Consort, wore a thin veil. Unlike Wan Canglan's fiery temper, Fairy Consort was very reserved and spoke little. "News has come from the Burial Moon Sword Saint's side that the Rakshasa Clan has a Saint Realm army of over ten thousand Saints, which is heading towards the North Mountain camp. The leader of the army is a First-Class Marquis."

"An army of ten thousand saints?" Even Wan Canglan, who was fearless, was surprised at this moment.

"The North Mountain Camp is a vital passage guarding the southern border of the Northern Continent. The Rakshasa Clan will naturally not sit idly by and watch us occupy this place. It's just Wan Sheng. It's not like the Rakshasa Princess came in person. What's there to be afraid of?" Di Yi's tone was calm, as if he didn't even care about Wan Sheng.

Wearing a suit of silver armor and holding a top-tier Thousand-Patterned Sacred Artifact-level halberd, Bu Qianfan said in a low voice, "But we only have a thousand Saints, a tenfold difference. Although the formation of the Beishan Camp has been partially repaired, it will definitely not be able to withstand the attack of ten thousand Saints."

"Who said I was going to confront the Rakshasa army inside the camp? The battlefield is thousands of miles outside the camp. We can't let the Rakshasa army come and interrupt the formation's repair process," Emperor Yi said.

Upon hearing this, everyone present looked surprised.

"A battle outside the camp? Excluding those who must remain to defend the camp, there are no more than eight hundred Saints who can participate in the battle." Wan Canglan was quite shocked and wanted to dissuade Di Yi from this idea.

The Emperor looked at him, his eyes filled with an unwavering will.

"Eight hundred it is. Eight hundred saints can fight against ten thousand Rakshasa saints."

The saints of Kunlun Realm, especially those who could appear beside Emperor Yi, were not simple people; they were all proud and arrogant.

Influenced by the will of Emperor Yi, they were all filled with fighting spirit.

“Eight hundred it is. Eight hundred Saints have their own way of fighting. Hall Master Di Yi, give the orders on how to fight this battle.” Bu Qianfan said, his eyes shining like stars.

……

When all the saints gathered together, their divine might was so great that even from a distance of nearly ten thousand miles, it felt as if countless mountains were pressing down on the North Mountain camp.

The ten powerful figures from the Kunlun Realm, including the Sword Saint of Burial Moon, remained hidden in the shadows, observing the movements of the Rakshasa army, daring not to make the slightest move.

Fearing being locked onto by Halloween's will and trapped in layers of encirclement.

The fifth head of the Eastern Sacred Academy was an elderly man in a martial robe with gray hair and a ruddy complexion. Looking at the Rakshasa Clan's army of ten thousand saints, he couldn't help but feel fear.

“Sword Saint of Burial Moon, why don’t we retreat back to the camp first? We’re too close to the Rakshasa army here. If we’re discovered, it will be difficult for us to escape.”

After a moment's hesitation, the Sword Saint of Burial Moon shook his head and said, "No, we are here on orders to conduct reconnaissance. We cannot retreat without orders."

“These are tens of thousands of saints. Even a saint king would only die if he were caught in them. Emperor Yi can’t let the saints of Kunlun Realm face off against the Rakshasa army head-on. Sooner or later, they will have to rely on the formation of the North Mountain camp to defend themselves. If we retreat first, it won’t be considered disobeying orders.” The Fifth Academy Master really didn’t want to stay here any longer. The fighting spirit of the ten thousand saints was gathered together, and the evil energy soared into the sky. The fighting spirit had even materialized.

"Without the leader's order, no one can retreat." Song Molun, who was also among them, spoke coldly upon hearing this.

The other saints looked at each other and remained silent.

Everyone knows that Song Molun is a spy sent by Di Yi. If he says anything inappropriate at this time, it will definitely reach Di Yi's ears.

"Look, what's that? Sunlight falling from the sky?"

A sage exclaimed in surprise.

Upon hearing the sound, everyone looked over and saw a bright sun descending from the sky, shooting towards the Rakshasa army and pointing directly at the banner.

"It wasn't daytime, it was an arrow! An arrow shot at the Rakshasa army's central banner! Who dares to be so bold?" the Burial Moon Sword Saint exclaimed in surprise.

The arrows came suddenly, and the Rakshasa army had no time to prepare. Dozens of Rakshasa marquises were shot through along the way and exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

The leader of the Rakshasa tribe, a first-rank marquis, was named Marquis of Heavy Sword, and he stood beneath the great banner.

He was the first to react, his bone wings unfurling behind him, and he swung his heavy sword, cleaving the white holy arrow back before it could strike the banner.

The white holy arrow revealed its true form; it was the Arrow of the White Sun.

The Azure Sky Bow and the White Sun Arrow are ancient artifacts left behind by the Undying Blood Clan. They possess immense power and, wielded by the Shadow of the Heavenly Demon, are powerful enough to kill a Saint King at the first step.

The reason why the Heavy Sword Marquis was able to repel the White Sun Arrow with a single sword strike was that the power of the White Sun Arrow had been greatly reduced after he had killed dozens of Rakshasa Marquises.

The arrow flew back into the clouds and was then fired again. This time, it did not target the banner but instead attacked the Marquis of the Rakshasa tribe.

Nine arrows were fired in succession, and nine clouds of blood mist exploded in the Rakshasa army, resulting in the loss of more than three hundred marquises.

Enraged, Marquis Chongjian brandished his holy sword and led the Rakshasa saints into the clouds.

Just then, another beam of light shot out from the clouds, no slower than the Sunburst Arrow, but it was not the Sunburst Arrow, but a human figure.

Behind the figures, the clouds dispersed, revealing over eight hundred saintly figures lined up in a row, unleashing a powerful attack.

"Fell into a trap."

This was the only thought in the mind of the Marquis of Heavy Sword.

Before he could think, the figure had already rushed in front of him, moving too fast.

Marquis of Heavy Sword instinctively raised his sword to parry.

The instant they made contact, a terrifying force traveled along the sword to the Heavy Sword Marquis's body, and in just a moment, the flesh and blood of his hands exploded.

The immense force pressed down on the Heavy Sword Marquis, preventing him from standing up straight. He could only barely lift his head to look up.

It was a young human man, holding a sword, looking down at him with a strange smile on his lips.

"To be able to withstand my sword strike, you truly deserve to be a first-class marquis of the Rakshasa clan. You are indeed much stronger than a second-class marquis."

Before Marquis Chongjian could speak, the human man had already swung his holy sword.

The sword light cleaved the world before them, and everything shattered.

(End of this chapter)