Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor-Chapter 857 - 844: Lingg Yefeng VS Demon Wilderness

The fierce war has already erupted on Sky Demon Mountain!

The million Ghost Soldiers under Shi Feng’s command have charged into Sky Demon Mountain and are fighting against the hundred thousand Demon Soldiers and Demon Generals of the Demon Race. The cries of anguish and the wails of pain continuously resound in the void, in Sky Demon Mountain.

Shi Feng and Mo Xiaoyao still stand proudly in the void, overlooking the battlefield below.

Shi Feng spoke indifferently, "I have fallen for sixteen years, and these Ghost Soldiers have long missed the baptism of blood and the tempering of war. This time, it’s just the right opportunity. In the future, there will be more battlefields waiting for them."

"However, during these sixteen years of recuperation, these Ghost Soldiers of my master have not only not decreased in battle power but have become even more fierce and tiger-like than before!" Mo Xiaoyao remarked as he looked at the ferocious Ghost Soldiers.

Upon hearing Mo Xiaoyao’s words, Shi Feng grinned and said, "Once they followed me to war, each was baptized into a battle-monger. After so many years without experiencing war, they’ve been itching for it."

The battle between Ghost Soldiers and Demon Soldiers is certainly fierce, but the fiercest is still the battle between Lingg Yefeng and Demon Wilderness.

Ten thousand Yin Corpses have already been summoned by Lingg Yefeng. The dense Dark Corpse Army hovers below Lingg Yefeng, and the Formation of Ten Thousand Corpses has been laid out by Lingg Yefeng in this world.

Then, strands of Death Black Fog began to drift from the ten thousand Yin Corpses, all flowing into Lingg Yefeng’s claw-formed right hand. A more powerful Power of Death rose on Lingg Yefeng’s right claw, engulfed in black fog, and struck forward toward the Demon Emperor’s son, Demon Wilderness.

The Demon Emperor’s son, Demon Wilderness, clad in golden Battle Armor, with long golden hair and a cold, handsome face, appears only fifteen or sixteen years old. Holding a golden Battle Sword, upon seeing Lingg Yefeng’s sudden strike, the golden Battle Sword shone with dazzling golden light and stabbed straight forward.

"Sky Demon Sword!" Shi Feng lowly murmured as he watched the golden Battle Sword in Demon Wilderness’s hand. This sword is actually a Nine-star Emperor-level Profound Artifact, exactly the same as the legendary sword of the Demon Race, the Sky Demon Sword.

Upon hearing Shi Feng’s murmur, Mo Xiaoyao also nodded indifferently and said, "It is rumored that the Demon Race has a generational battle weapon, the Sky Demon Sword. However, after the fall of the Demon Emperor over a thousand years ago, the Sky Demon Sword disappeared and was never seen again.

Unexpectedly, it was found by this Demon Wilderness! With the Nine-star Emperor-level Weapons, combined with the power of this Nine-star Emperor-level Demon Wilderness, the power is indeed strong!"

With a "boom", a huge explosion sounded, with the space shaking violently. The claw force of Lingg Yefeng’s Formation of Ten Thousand Corpses and the strike from the Nine-star Emperor-level Sky Demon Sword by Demon Wilderness clashed fiercely.

Then, the two figures, under the force of each other, were both shocked and flew backward. In this fierce collision, they surprisingly fought to a draw.

The figure of Lingg Yefeng, rapidly flying backward, suddenly stopped abruptly. On the other side, Demon Wilderness also immediately halted his figure, and the two of them each stared at the opponent not far ahead.

"The battle sword of the Demon Race, the Sky Demon Sword! Indeed extraordinary!" Lingg Yefeng stared intensely at Demon Wilderness, at the battle sword in his hand, and had already recognized that the Nine-star Emperor-level Battle Sword in Demon Wilderness’s hand was the Sky Demon Sword, lost for a millennium among the Demon Race, and shouted coldly.

"Netherworld’s top disciple, Death Emperor Lingg Yefeng, the power of the Formation of Ten Thousand Corpses, indeed, I underestimated you!" Demon Wilderness also followed with a cold shout as he stared at Lingg Yefeng.

In an instant, the two figures moved simultaneously, as if a strong magnet in the center was pulling them rapidly together.

Following closely, a more intense collision occurred.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" Once again, Lingg Yefeng and the Demon Emperor’s son, Demon Wilderness, engaged in battle, with the power colliding, and explosions sounded repeatedly, with space continuously trembling.

"Although Demon Wilderness has the Sky Demon Sword, eldest brother’s Formation of Ten Thousand Corpses is truly taught by you, master. Plus, with eldest brother’s combat experience, Demon Wilderness’s defeat is only a matter of time!" Mo Xiaoyao commented as he watched the fierce collision below.

"Exactly! Starting tonight, the remnants of the Demon Tribe on this Sky Demon Mountain will be thoroughly wiped out." Shi Feng nodded and said as well. This time,

in the conquest of Sky Demon Mountain, Shi Feng brought Lingg Yefeng and Mo Xiaoyao, and already had a million Ghost Soldiers, the odds were very much in their favor.

"Hm?" Suddenly, both Shi Feng and Mo Xiaoyao frowned, and their faces were filled with cold killing intent as they turned to gaze at the endless night sky behind them.

They both sensed that, in the distance, an army was rapidly flying toward this direction, and within that army, there were three incredibly powerful presences!

Following closely, not only from the front but also from behind, left and right, from every direction, armies emerged, and from each direction, several immensely powerful presences were sensed.

"These remnants have also come to join the fun!"

"Truly damnable!"

Shi Feng and Mo Xiaoyao spoke up simultaneously, once again. They already knew these armies and powerful presences belonged to the Bright Camp and those remaining Martial Emperors, and at this moment, they were surrounded.

"Hahaha! Hahahahaha!" From the front, a burst of hearty laughter rose up.

Three figures appeared, the three heads of the Bright Camp: Emperor Guangming, Life Emperor, and Emperor of Destiny, and the one who let out that hearty laughter was the Life Emperor, Mo Fanchen.

Next, turning into a green meteor and rapidly shooting forward, Mo Fanchen laughed heartily again, "Netherworld, now you are like a turtle in a jar. Tonight, you are undoubtedly doomed!"

Following that, the Bright Army, clad in Bright Armor, also appeared behind the three, and wherever they passed, the Bright Armor on their bodies illuminated the pitch-black night, casting a holy halo.

"Netherworld must die!"

"Netherworld! Mo Xiaoyao, Lingg Yefeng! Let’s see how you can possibly survive tonight!"

Following closely, cold shouts arose from all around Shi Feng and Mo Xiaoyao, as numerous Supreme Martial Emperors appeared, still followed by countless figures.

To deal with Shi Feng and his million Ghost Soldiers, the various Supreme Martial Emperors had already brought their disciples and powerful subordinates.

For a time, the night sky of Sky Demon Mountain was filled with figures.

Adding up the powerful figures from all the great forces, they also numbered in millions.

"Thirteen people!" Feeling the numerous Supreme Martial Emperor presences appearing from all around, Shi Feng shouted coldly, "I never expected that to kill me, Netherworld, another three would add to the count!

Very well! It seems tonight, I, Netherworld, will once again make Tianheng Continent shake!"

"With me, Mo Xiaoyao, here, who dares to come try? I will surely make sure they never return, their souls scattered and destroyed!" Mo Xiaoyao coldly surveyed all directions and shouted coldly, his shout echoing in the night sky!