Chapter 312 General Ye Ming, Bankruptcy Crisis
Chapter 312 General Ye Ming, Bankruptcy Crisis (asking for monthly votes)
The original altar.
Qi Sheng paid close attention to the revival of the Mingwu Clan throughout the entire process.
In fact, even if the explorer does not spend sacrificial power, he will actively consume sacrificial power to investigate this race.
Learn what happened in this sea area.
The Mingwu Clan was also the first race he had ever seen in the monster world where the leader gave up on playing badly and his subordinates rose against the odds.
The general's layout is extremely brilliant.
What the players didn’t see in the live broadcast room was how much effort the general had put in for this day to come.
According to the analysis, the Mingwu Clan was once the absolute overlord of the three major seas.
But the emergence of an adventing force shattered Emperor Mingwu's plans and arrangements for the future.
This is the "Death Speaker Clan" mentioned in the flashback light and shadow scenes.
The arrival of the Death Speakers was like a meteorite carrying war, smashing through the North Sea ruled by the Mist Clan.
The place where they landed was the Sea of Death, which is now one of the territories of the ancient gods.
Before the Mingwu tribe could initiate a war, the aura of death had already swept across like a plague, instantly turning the blue sea into an abyss of despair.
Switching the perspective to the Deathrattle Clan, they are actually quite unlucky.
Faced with the behemoth Mingwu Clan that occupies the three seas, the Death Speaker Clan has only two choices: go back to their hometown or crush all obstacles in front of them.
The Deathrattlers were not a group of exiles, but conquerors with the ambition to reach the top of the monster world.
Their choice was to continue to occupy the Sea of Death (formerly the Mingwu North Sea) and rename the sea area as the "Ghost Shadow Sea" to challenge the rule of the Mingwu tribe.
[PS: The name of the sea area has been changed to: North Sea of Mist, Ghost Shadow Sea (Death Language Tribe), Death Sea (Ancient God Tribe - Death Arena). ]
The comprehensive strength of the Mingwu tribe has been significantly enhanced in the development process of the monster world.
But when the Deathrattlers enter the monster world, they possess even stronger war power.
This is a powerful ethnic group from the big world.
The deathrattle rules in one's hand have the power to revive the dead. The holder can also inject the energy derived from the rules into the tribesmen and even other living beings, allowing the owners of the derived imprints to revive the dead synchronously with the holder of the rules.
In a protracted war, the Deathrattle Clan has a considerable advantage.
The Death Language Clan paid a heavy price in this battle, but the final result was that the Mingwu Clan was almost extinct. The Mingwu Emperor was even poisoned by the Death Language and eventually died in the mausoleum.
At the moment before his death, Emperor Mingwu let go of his obsession.
It knows very well that the road to the top of the monster world is difficult to see the end.
The Mingwu Clan is a tribe of gods that can make rules in their home world, but in the monster world, there are too many tribes with higher growth potential than the Mingwu Clan.
Even a force like the Black Tide that appeared on the scene required a disaster-level force that they looked up to.
At the moment of his life being in danger, the emperor chose to let go, realizing that the path he was pursuing was ultimately in vain.
He also persuaded the surviving generals to return to their homeland and inherit his position.
Don’t come back in the future. I feel that the Mingwu Clan is destined to have no future on the road to climbing to the top of the monster world.
But the surviving general did not give up.
He did not agree with the emperor's ideas, nor was he willing to deny the goals for which his people had fought all their lives.
It believes that the Mingwu Clan has not lost everything, at least it is still alive, and it is the bargaining chip to continue the game.
Moreover, the hometown world has accumulated and developed a large number of military forces. Although they are far less than the war legions in the monster world, they are also an important bargaining chip for another battle in the monster world.
Since we still have bargaining chips, there is no chance of failure.
In the eyes of the general, the key to victory is this monster world that brings them despair.
Because in this world, everything is possible.
Behind endless despair is endless hope.
Even if you are weak now, you can still achieve a growth rate beyond common sense through various opportunities.
After bowing to the crystal coffin where the emperor was buried, the general left a space coordinate in the mausoleum and left, embarking on the journey of pursuing powerful strength.
During this period, the general returned to his home world and led his homeland army back.
If the general wants to turn the tide, he thinks the worst thing to do is to adopt a safe development model, which will only create a significant gap in combat power with the Deathrattle Clan.
It chose the most radical development model, constantly exploring the monster world and looking for power that could help the Mingwu tribe rise.
In fact, many races chose to do so after entering the monster world and realizing the gap in strength between themselves and other races in the monster world.
But most races will be extinct faster in this process.
The Mingwu tribe led by the general was one of the lucky ones. Under the general's leadership, the Mingwu tribe rose rapidly.
During this period, after accidentally learning a piece of news, he also looked for the sealed Destiny Clan. Using the "Mist Realm" rules in his hand as a bargaining chip, he had an ultimate game with the Destiny Clan who voluntarily hid underground.
The Destiny Clan agreed to the bet and gave the general a chance.
The final result was that the general won.
The Destiny Clan, who never cheat, bestowed the general with extremely powerful power as agreed.
This was a long journey of exile. The general grew up through opportunities one after another, and eventually led the Mingwu Clan back to the Cangxing Sea and launched a civilization war against the Dead Language Clan.
This battle lasted for several years, and the Deathrattle Clan, who had not yet recovered, finally perished at the hands of the general.
But at the last moment, the Deathrattlers also launched a desperate attack.
All the remaining troops of the Mingwu Clan were killed, and the general was seriously injured.
The current Death Sea is shrouded in black fog all year round, which is the result of the Mingwu Clan warriors who died in the battle that year.
(PS: The early plot described the environment of the Ghost Sea, which is now the fog in the Death Sea that never dissipates all year round, and the strong wind that constantly tears the sea surface with a weeping-like sound of resentment. The specific content is in Chapter 138. After the player uses the control of the soul to contain the heavenly soldiers, he goes to the territory of the ancient gods to take refuge.)
The environment of the Sea of Death is very similar to the current Kirigakure Island, both of which are shrouded in black fog.
After the war, the seriously injured general obtained the artifact of the Death Speaker Clan, which is the rule: Death Speaker.
The general supported his broken body with willpower and began to plan for the future before his life ended.
Transforming the Kirigakure Island is the first step of the plan.
He knew clearly that the tribesmen who were resurrected by the Death Speaker would fall into an extremely weak state, and they must devour a large amount of flesh and blood of living beings as soon as possible to shape the bodies of the Death Speaker.
So he completely transformed Kirigakure Island, buried a large amount of resources and wealth underground, and connected it to a crystal coffin.
With the crystal coffin as the center, a soul-capturing formation was set up that covered the entire island.
The mist transformed from the dead Mingwu tribe warriors gathered on the island and did not disperse, ensuring that the spiritual energy could not leak out.
After long years of accumulation, underground resources have become increasingly abundant, attracting large numbers of alien races and monsters to gather.
Secondly, in order to ensure that the "Death Speaker" can be triggered, the general left many hints on the island.
For example, murals, stone pillar carvings, etc.
All the clues tell intelligent creatures that there are unimaginable treasures buried on this island, waiting for them to explore.
Next, it is time to face death.
After years of exploring the monster world, the general realized that this world had too many unimaginable rules and forces.
Some races can even deduce what happened in the past through the residual information in the current scene.
To ensure that the plan was foolproof, it staged a play before dying.
There may not be any audience for this play.
But it may be a key step in reversing the situation.
It turned out that the general's plan worked.
Finally, the general sent the Death Speaker Rules into the crystal coffin, died as a tomb keeper, and entered the transformation state of the Death Speaker Rules.
It looks forward to the day in the future when the fog will dissipate and they can reunite.
And this day has arrived as expected.
……
Blue Star Sea, Kirigakure Island.
The earth's veins trembled.
The soul-capturing formation that had been silent for a long time was broken, and the life energy accumulated underground rushed into the dead body of Emperor Mingwu like a flood.
The surface of the crystal coffin beneath him burst into spider-web-like blue light marks.
The general standing nearby trembled slightly with his withered body, and two balls of dark purple soul fire suddenly ignited in his eye sockets that had already crystallized.
Click!
The crystal coffin exploded with a loud bang, and black mist rose into the sky like a volcanic eruption.
The general's body turned into a wisp of mist and followed the Emperor of Mist to break through the rock layer and fly over the island.
Its body twisted and condensed in the air, and finally reshaped into an undead body made of pure mist.
Mist flowed between the outlines of the armor, and dark purple soul fire burned deep within the helmet, like a pair of eyes from the abyss.
The black fog of the entire Kirigakure Island was boiling at this moment.
The alien races and creatures living on the island all became nutrients during the revival of the Mingwu Clan.
The gift given by fate has already been secretly marked with a price.
In their eyes, the resource-rich underground world of Kirigakure Island is like a trap, and it has reached the triggering point.
The rolling mist surrounding the island tangled and condensed like a living thing.
Those Mingwu warriors who had died in battle returned in the form of mist undead.
There are no bones, no flesh, only rolling mist outlining vague human-like outlines. Raging soul fire burns in their eye sockets, and low whimpers come from their throats, as if tens of millions of wronged souls are whispering at the same time.
As memories flood back, an intense hunger drives them into predatory mode.
The entire island underwent earth-shaking changes in the process. The plants on the island withered rapidly, the leaves turned into ashes, and the juice was extracted into dark blue mist, which was swallowed by the Mist Warriors.
A large number of monsters and alien races were eaten into bones amid their wailing, and the entire island became the domain of the misty undead.
But the revival of the Mingwu tribe is not over yet.
General Mingwu, who holds the rules of the fog realm, looked at Emperor Mingwu at this time.
"Your Majesty, please lend me the rules."
The emperor nodded, and the "Death Speaker" rule imprinted on his forehead broke away and flew towards the general:
"This book is yours."
After taking over the rules, General Mingwu stepped into the air and hovered at the highest point of the island, his deep soul fire staring towards the direction of the Sea of Death.
He raised his arm, and the rules of deathrattle condensed and appeared in his palm, turning into a dark purple rune, which he pressed hard into the void.
"Warriors of our tribe, wake up!"
Regular ripples invisible to the naked eye spread towards the Sea of Death.
The black fog that lingered in the Sea of Death all year round suddenly shrank, as if it was grasped by some invisible force.
The fog rolled and twisted, transforming into countless blurry figures.
The Mingwu tribe warriors who died in the Ghost Shadow Sea that year also awakened at this moment, and their figures appeared in the swirling black fog.
They were clad in armor made of fog and held fog blades in their hands. Their huge numbers shook the entire sea.
The general was suspended under the sky, his figure growing taller under the cleansing of the power of rules.
As the mist on his body surged, a giant fog blade that spanned the sky condensed in his hand, and he waved his hand suddenly, pointing to the Sea of Death.
"The mist of my race shall never dissipate."
The general's domineering declaration officially announced the return of the Mingwu tribe.
Summoned, the mist covering the Sea of Death swept across the Blue Star Sea like a tsunami, joining in the action of devouring the creatures of the Kirigakure Island.
This overlord who once ruled the three major seas has reappeared in today's era with a stronger posture.
This is what the general meant: Everything is possible.
Next, it is time to start the expedition again.
As more and more black fog enveloped Kirigakure Island, the general's roar shattered the clouds within a hundred miles. Countless undead soldiers stepped out of the fog, with dark patterns like tides flowing on the surface of their armor, and lined up on the outer circle of the island.
In the ruins of an ancient battlefield sleeping on the seabed, countless skeleton ships slowly surfaced, and the bone rams on the bows of the ships squirmed like living things.
"General, the current sea situation is still unclear. We will decide how to proceed after a detailed investigation." The emperor's voice rang in the ears of General Mingwu, who was eager to fight.
When General Mingwu heard this, the sharpness in his eyes subsided slightly.
Although the Mingwu Legion has revived, the memories of the tribesmen are awakening quickly.
But this is a world of monsters. Even though the Mingwu Clan has become more powerful than before with the help of the Death Whisper Clan's rules, they still have to learn to restrain themselves.
If we act rashly, we will only fall into an irretrievable situation again.
At this moment, a dark crack suddenly appeared on the sea surface.
A huge ship made of mist and bones broke through the waves. At the bow stood an old man in a tattered battle robe. His face was like dry bark, but his eyes were burning with dark blue flames.
"General Ye Ming, we haven't seen each other for a long time, and you are still so impatient." The old man spoke in a hoarse voice, and tapped the deck lightly with the bone staff in his hand. Suddenly, the Mingwu fleet in the rear surfaced.
Seeing the newcomer, the general smiled:
"Cang Hai, has your memory been restored?"
The old man called Cang Hai nodded:
"It seems that my tribe has won the war against the Death Language Tribe. The imprint of the Death Language rules in my body must have been left by the general."
"Not just you, but us as well."
The surging fog swept in, the sea surface exploded one after another, and several figures emerged from it.
On the left, a burly figure wrapped in chains slowly emerged, and with every step he took, the sea surface condensed into gray-white ice crystals.
This is "Shuangyu", one of the eight generals of the Mingwu Clan, who possesses the power of "Mingji" in the Mingwu Clan's cultivation system.
On the right, the mist twisted and took the shape of an enchanting woman, whose laughter sounded like silver bells.
This is also "Wu Ji", one of the Eight Generals of Mingwu.
Behind the crowd, the sea water parted, and a giant beast formed by pure black mist slowly rose up.
A misty figure appeared above the giant beast and spoke lazily:
"My General Ye Ming, what mistakes have you made again? You have criticized me, and...how many years have we been asleep?"
When everyone's eyes were focused on Emperor Mingwu, they all knelt on one knee:
"His Majesty."
Emperor Mingwu slowly raised his hand:
"Everyone, get up. This world is no longer the environment we are familiar with, and our enemies are no longer the Death Speakers."
As it spoke, its gaze turned toward the deep sea, as if it could penetrate the distance and look directly at the terrifying beings lurking in the darkness:
"First, gather all the awakened tribesmen and rebuild the Mingwu Council. The next development will focus on investigation and tentative attacks." General Ye Ming, the leader of the eight generals, was about to nod, but at this moment he sensed the power fluctuations coming from afar, and then suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of the Sea of Death:
"It seems that we don't need to go and test it. The forces that want to test us have appeared first."
All eyes were turned towards the Sea of Death.
I saw a red meteor streak across the sky, tearing a burning crack in the thick mist.
The roar it made during flight caused columns of water to continuously explode on the sea surface, as if the entire sea area was trembling under its pressure.
Ye Ming's expression became solemn.
The visitor was covered in materialized blood and qi flames, and on his flight path, there were lingering bloody cracks, like a wound torn in the sky.
As their sight zoomed in, they could see the attacking figure clearly.
It was a burly creature covered in boiling blood and energy. His bronze skin seemed to be made of lava, his muscle fibers were like those of a entangled dragon python, and every tendon exuded a terrifying force that could destroy mountains and seas.
Even every heartbeat can cause the air to vibrate, and the resulting shock waves will directly evaporate the sea water passing by into mist. The most eye-catching thing is the flame of fighting spirit dancing in its pupils.
Just by looking at the fluctuations of his qi and blood, Ye Ming could tell that this guy didn't need any weapons at all.
Because this body itself is the most terrifying weapon.
The attackers were none other than the champion fighters under the ancient gods.
"Interesting, it seems that during the years we were asleep, some interesting things were born in the nearby waters." The Emperor of the Mingwu Clan, who also felt the surging blood and energy fluctuations, said with a smile.
"I'll do it." Ye Ming took a step forward and looked directly at the attacking figure.
The scarlet meteor came straight at him, but Ye Ming did not dodge or evade, while Emperor Mingwu and other figures retreated on their own initiative.
They also want to see how powerful the forces in the nearby waters are.
The champion fighter's right fist punched out without any tricks at this time.
The hurricane created by the punch plowed a thousand-meter-long gully on the sea surface. Before the fist arrived, the island behind Ye Ming was shaking.
boom!
Ye Ming did not dodge or evade, allowing the punch to pierce his chest.
But the champion fighter's eyes changed, because his fist seemed to hit into a viscous liquid, and the part of Ye Ming that was hit turned into flowing mist, which then wrapped around his arm.
"Only brute force?"
Ye Ming's voice came from all directions.
The champion fighter turned around suddenly and found six identical Ye Mings walking out of the fog, each holding a different mist weapon.
The champion fighter roared angrily, and the battle patterns on his body burst into light like the sun.
He raised his fists and collided them together. The resulting blood and energy shock wave instantly shattered the three mist clones, and the aftermath blew up a thousand-meter-high water wall on the sea surface.
But the real Ye Ming had already appeared above his head, and the condensed mist blade lightly swept across the back of the champion fighter's neck.
A bloodstain appeared.
The champion fighter turned suddenly and threw a powerful punch.
Just like the sun exploding, the instant burst of blood and energy shattered Ye Ming's body.
But the dispersed mist gathered again not far away, and Ye Ming's figure outline emerged from it.
Neither side attacked again this time, and just stared at each other.
Ye Ming saw the burning will and desire to fight in the champion fighter's eyes.
The determination that the champion fighter saw in Ye Ming's eyes was something he had never felt before, like an unshakable mountain.
The momentum of both sides rose at this moment.
"You are no match for me. Die or retreat."
Ye Ming's voice exploded in the champion fighter's mind, conveying his thoughts through spiritual communication.
"Kill!" the champion fighter responded with a roar.
The nearby sea water was instantly evaporated into white mist by the burning blood.
The champion fighter was like a meteor of blood and energy, instantly approaching Ye Ming.
His exposed chest heaved violently, and every blood vessel bulged under the skin, as if tens of millions of fire pythons were wreaking havoc in his body.
The flames of fighting spirit burned his pupils red, and the moment he locked onto Ye Ming, the entire sky was dyed blood red.
In the process of the champion fighter unleashing the power in his body, a tsunami was triggered, and the muscles in his right arm bulged like a volcanic eruption, and the wind from his punch condensed into the shadow of a giant fist in the air.
Ye Ming's pupils suddenly shrank, and his whole body disappeared like green smoke. The moment his giant fist hit the sea surface, the sea water was compressed and sank, creating a huge pit with a diameter of ten thousand meters.
A light laugh was heard in the mist, and Ye Ming's figure suddenly appeared behind the champion fighter.
The champion fighter's reaction was also extremely fast. While swinging his fist, he suddenly pulled back his right arm, twisted his hips and turned around, changing to a back elbow strike.
boom!
The blood and energy surged, but this attack still could not cause any substantial damage to Ye Ming. It only blasted Ye Ming into a spreading gray mist.
At this moment, an arm condensed from the dissipating mist.
The air rippled wherever the fingertips passed, and the sharp claws brushed across the champion fighter's neck, causing a series of metal clashing sounds, but only leaving light white marks on the bronze skin.
"The physical body is complete, not bad."
Before Ye Ming could finish his words, the champion fighter suddenly turned around and fired his knee like a heavy artillery.
But Ye Ming turned into mist again, and the mist scattered and reorganized in the shock wave.
He keenly captured the gap between the opponent's attacks and then turned into a stream of light and went straight to the face.
The champion fighter grinned, revealing his sharp white fangs, and took the initiative to rush forward, using his forehead to collide with Ye Ming's sharp claws, creating thousands of sparks.
"broken!"
The champion fighter's blood surged, flames gushed out of his pores, and the entire sea was burned into a furnace.
The mist in the night was sizzling due to the high temperature, but it did not affect its reunion.
The atomization ability granted by the rules of the fog realm, coupled with the body of death, made Ye Ming's body almost indestructible.
Any attack from the champion fighter cannot cause effective damage.
That night the sky was once again filled with mist.
The champion fighter's punches became crazy, and each blow carried the power to collapse mountains and split the earth, shattering the nearby sea into pieces.
The huge waves evaporated into mist before they even fell, and the entire battlefield seemed to have turned into a boiling steamer.
At this time, the spectator players have already arrived at the battlefield.
In the words of the forum players: If there is a rule that eating melons can bring power, every player will definitely embed it.
Eating melons on forums, eating melons during live broadcasts, eating melons on site... For players, there is no danger and nothing can stop them from eating melons.
The players who were the first to approach the battlefield started live broadcasts, and the popularity in the live broadcast room immediately soared.
Zooming the camera (guiding the clone) in, it was discovered that the one fighting against the Mingwu Clan was actually the champion fighter, and the players' enthusiasm for watching the show was burning.
In all the major live broadcast rooms, barrages of comments were flying.
"The front row sells melon seeds, beer, and cigarettes. The battle has already started, so how can we miss snacks? The trading line's product code is: XXX. Welcome to buy snacks."
"Fuck, it's actually a champion fighter. Its opponent seems to be very strong too."
"Everyone says warriors are awesome, but the facts prove that assassins beat warriors. Come on, new assassin friends, prove with your strength that our assassin school is the strongest."
"I just arrived, why are all the comments discussing who is stronger, assassin or warrior? This has nothing to do with our professional schools. Why do you feel so involved?"
……
For players, it's a movie.
No matter who wins, they will not be affected in any way.
But there are still many players who have taken sides in the major live broadcast rooms.
Warrior players generally choose Champion Fighter, while assassin players generally choose Ye Ming.
Outside, Ye Ming and the Champion Fighter were fighting fiercely, and players from the two schools were arguing with each other in the live broadcast comment area.
At this time, the battle over Kirigakure Island was still going on.
Ye Ming's figure dissipated like a ghost, turning into thousands of wisps of gray mist, weaving and moving between the gaps between the fist shadows.
Every time the fist wind passed by, the mist would twist and deform like light smoke, and then gather again in the blink of an eye.
The champion fighter's attack seemed overbearing, but it could not hurt Ye Ming at all. Instead, it stirred the surrounding sea water into a turbulent blood-red whirlpool.
It seems that the champion fighter is the one who takes the initiative to attack, but in terms of actual combat power comparison, Ye Ming is much stronger.
Even the entire process was Ye Ming testing the series of abilities possessed by the champion fighter.
The champion fighter was helpless, but the fighting spirit in his eyes became stronger and stronger.
It took a deep breath, and its body quickly expanded three times. The blood vessels under its skin squirmed wildly like a giant red python.
The next second, he leaped up, gathered all his strength in his right fist, and punched with the power of fighting spirit slammed down towards the sea where Ye Ming was.
Suddenly, a pitch-black crack spread from the tip of the fist, and wherever it passed, the sea water, air, and even light were swallowed up.
The mist in Ye Ming shrank rapidly the moment the crack appeared, and he dodged quickly, unwilling to come into direct contact with the power of the fighting spirit.
The moment his body re-condensed into a solid entity, he lightly tapped the sea water with his toes and rushed towards the champion fighter like an arrow.
At the critical moment when he was about to be swallowed by the crack, Ye Ming misted again, turning into a wisp of fine mist that penetrated into the body of the champion fighter through his pores.
The champion fighter's body began to tremble violently as if struck by lightning.
He tried to use the energy and blood in his body to force out the mist, but found that the mist transformed by Ye Ming was like a ulcer on the tarsal bone, wandering freely in his meridians and constantly eroding his energy and blood.
He roared in unwillingness, but was unable to stop the loss of strength.
At this moment, a player who was trying to get close to Ye Ming got first-hand analysis information and posted it on the regional channel and live broadcast room.
【Night】：
Hunting level: Demigod level.
Target introduction: The leader of the eight generals of the Mingwu tribe, the second seat of the Mingwu Council, the commander of all the legions of the Mingwu tribe, possesses the strongest power under the Mingwu Emperor, and has the rules of the "Mist Realm" integrated into his body.
……
Seeing Ye Ming’s hunting level, the quarrels in the live broadcast room died down.
All the players already knew that Ye Ming had not used his full strength.
In this battle, the champion fighter has no chance of winning.
Not to mention that the champion fighter was only using the rule-derived power bestowed by the ancient gods, Ye Ming already had a rule blessing in his body.
Even in terms of life strength, the hunting level of the demigod realm is not something that a champion fighter can contend with.
At this moment, the champion fighter's body was twitching in the air, and the blood and flames on his body were like a candle in the wind.
After the test, Ye Ming was ready to deliver the final blow.
At this moment, among the layers of dark clouds in the sky, dark red lightning snaked like a spirit snake, and the space made a tearing sound as if it could not bear the heavy burden.
"General, be careful!"
Before the Mingwu tribe emperor's shout of surprise could be uttered, a giant bronze arm that blocked out the sky and the sun broke through the clouds.
The surface of the giant arm was covered with grooves eroded by time, the wrapped chains glowed with a faint green light, each knuckle was as big as a mountain, and dark golden runes flowed between the lines on the palm.
When the giant arm fell, the sea water around Kirigakure Island was forcibly pushed away, forming a bottomless abyss.
Even the air was compressed into substance, making a shrill scream.
Ye Ming suddenly felt something was wrong and fog began to surge wildly around him.
Without time to think, he turned into a wisp of gray mist and retreated away from the champion fighter.
The moment the giant arm smashed down, the emerging underwater mountains collapsed instantly, and the tsunami it caused was thousands of feet high. In the aftermath, a large number of spectator players turned into black mist, and their souls returned to Emperor Omen.
The face of the Emperor of the Mingwu Clan changed slightly, and he waved his sleeves to instantly set up a defensive barrier in the sky.
The giant arm hovered above the sea and did not continue to smash down. Instead, the palm slowly turned over and sucked the seriously injured champion fighter into the palm of its hand.
The champion fighter struggled weakly, but could no longer muster the strength to continue fighting.
On the other side, Ye Ming regrouped above the island, his eyes fixed on the giant arm, and the mist around him condensed into a sharp blade.
Just as Ye Ming was about to attack again, the giant arm did not launch an attack. Instead, the rune on the palm suddenly lit up, injecting power into the champion fighter's body.
"Old man... you said that the fate of a fighter is... to die in battle, why did you save me?"
The champion fighter, who had regained some strength, coughed hoarsely.
"Death in battle is fate, but not now." The old voice rang out like a huge bell, echoing in the sea.
Then the giant arm slowly raised up and retreated towards the direction of the Sea of Death. With every step back, ripples appeared in the space and it teleported a distance.
It was not until the giant arm completely disappeared that the fighting spirit in Ye Ming's eyes dissipated:
"It seems that the enemy we are about to face is far more terrifying than we imagined."
Looking towards the direction of the Sea of Death, Ye Ming had a preliminary understanding of this force that took the initiative to attack.
The Emperor of the Mingwu Clan was silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice:
"Convene the eight generals, sixteen leaders, and the elders...convene the Mingwu Conference now."
……
The war ended here.
But the players all feel that it is not satisfying enough.
What they want to see is rivers of blood and destruction of one side. The more tragic the battle, the more exciting it is.
As a result, both sides just tried it out and then chose to retreat, which made them feel very uncomfortable.
It's like eating half of a melon but not feeling the aftertaste.
Unlike ordinary players, Alan, who was also paying attention to this battle, had already sensed the crisis.
Before this, there was no absolutely powerful ethnic group in the Cangxing Sea, and the situation was always one of fighting among various ethnic groups.
Today, the Mingwu Clan has descended from the sky... or more accurately, the overlord of the old era has revived, which means that the situation in the Cangxing Sea will be reshuffled.
Although the Dream Island where the Gold Coin Chamber of Commerce is located is not far from the Colorful Mist Coast, it is also within the power radiation range of the Mingwu Clan.
If nothing unexpected happens, Neverland will suffer a severe blow.
If not handled properly, the Gold Coin Chamber of Commerce will face its first bankruptcy since its opening.
At least before the Mingwu Clan withdraws from the Cangxing Sea, the Gold Coin Chamber of Commerce may not be able to continue.
Feeling a sudden headache, A Lan began to think about how to solve the imminent bankruptcy crisis.
(End of this chapter)