Chapter 827: A War That Shakes the Ancient and Startles the Present
Dark clouds blanketed the sky, and the legions of Netherworld Soldiers stretched for miles on end, giving even a Daluo Golden Immortal a chilling sensation.
Qin Jun’s expression grew increasingly grim, and the other powerhouses beside him felt similarly.
That was because the number of Daluo Golden Immortals in the Netherworld army had already surpassed a hundred and was still rising.
"Things are looking grim,"
Liu Chenxiang whispered, having already taken out his mountain-opening divine axe, ready for battle at any moment.
It wasn’t just him; the rest had also drawn their magic treasures. Yang Chan held the Treasure Lotus Lamp, Yang Ren wielded the Divine Fire Fan, and the Zhenwu Emperor took out the Martial Snake Sword and the Black Turtle Shield.
Qin Jun stared intently into the sky. The Nether Emperor had yet to appear, and the Netherworld army, which had already emerged, showed no intention of attacking. It was clear they were awaiting the arrival of the Nether Emperor.
"One hundred and twelve Daluo Golden Immortals, five Daluo Supreme Immortals," the Zhenwu Emperor murmured, his gaze filled with grave concern.
After King Yan Palace had conquered the Demon Wasteland, it had absorbed many Demon Clan powerhouses, but in total, there were still less than twenty Daluo Golden Immortals. Only the Drought and the Zhenwu Emperor had reached the level of Daluo Supreme Immortal, with Tathāgata being at mid-stage of the Luoshi Immortal Realm.
Qin Jun now could only pray that Tathāgata would burst forth in power. When it came to a contest of forces, King Yan Palace definitely couldn’t compete.
If Tathāgata could manage to restrain the Nether Emperor while also slaying other enemies, the pressure on King Yan Palace would be greatly lessened.