Otherworldly Evil Monarch-Chapter 1237: A Tune of the Nine Nethers, Thousand Mile Soul Chasing!

As Mo Wudao and the rest reached out to grab the flags that fell from the skies, their eyes brightened! It was as if their lives had suddenly brightened up this instance! As if the spark in their souls was flickering fervently!

As if that glory of ten thousand years had finally returned back to them in this moment!

As if this battle flag represented the acknowledgement and gratitude of the entire Continent!

This life had not been in vain!

“Heroes from the Holy Lands! Have a good journey!” Jun Moxie shouted. “I, Jun Moxie, send you off here!” Then, he slowly raised his hands and cupped his fists solemnly, saluting the solemn army on the ground.

Everyone from the Holy Land fell silent and suddenly replied in unison. “Evil Monarch, friend or foe in our next life, we will remember this kindness!” When Jun Moxie gave them the Heaven Reversal Pill, they had accepted it indifferently. When Jun Moxie treated their injuries, they remained unmoved. Even when Jun Moxie delivered weapons for them, they didn’t say anything.

But right now, they were genuinely grateful, from their hearts.

For Jun Moxie’s understanding! Because Jun Moxie represented the entire Continent at this moment!

Then, these seven thousand men from the three Holy Lands walked out, without turning back.

In the end, the isolated five survivors that had followed Xia Changtian joined the Holy Lands’s troops without any hesitation. No one was surprised by their sudden return. Everyone accepted them without any reaction!

No matter how it was in the past, right now, they were comrades that were going to meet their deaths! That was all!

Fighting alongside in the mortal realm!

Working hand in hand on the journey to the Yellow Springs!

Mo Wudao, Xi Ruochen, Huyan Aobo, Leng Tong, Qu Wuhui, Cheng Yinxiao…

All of them walked over with great resolute and calmness…

In the air, Gu Han shut his eyes tightly, and two clear trails of tears finally couldn’t help but overflow from his eyes…

Seven thousand disciples, the last elite forces of the Holy Lands!

From this day on, the glorious three Holy Lands of the continent would finally become history!

Turning into a stele!

From the opposite side, Chuangshang Beidao’s eerie voice rang out: “The warriors of Divine Sun! Your moment of glory has arrived! The Divine Gods have already opened up their arms for your contributions today! Your name and stories will be passed down for centuries! Your souls will definitely return back into the warm embrace of the Divine Sun God! Never to be destroyed! Warriors, for the tomorrow of the Divine Sun clan, for your eternity! Charge!!!!”

Chuangshang Beidao suddenly sucked in a deep breath of air and yelled: “Kill!!!!!!!!”

“Kill!!!” Almost twenty thousand Saint Emperor warriors of the Outsiders roared hysterically. Then, they surged forward like waves!

There were still almost ten thousand peak experts behind them standing guard!

Jun Moxie and the Nine Nether Fourteenth Young Master furrowed their brows in unison. They could tell that those ten thousand people behind were the real threat from the Outsiders. They were the ones who had truly obtained their high levels of cultivation through their own capabilities!

“Get ready! It’s really about to start!” Jun Moxie growled.

The Nine Nether Fourteenth Young Master held his Divine Tune in his hands and said, “Try to disperse the range of the attacks. That flame of yours will not reduce its prowesses even if its split into the smallest bits.”

“I understand. With my current strength, I can only release a single round of them at full force within the shortest possible time. If I wish to do it again, it’ll be at least two hours later. How many of them do you reckon we can take down with a single round?”

“This is hard to say. We can only do our best.” The Nine Nether Fourteenth Young Master’s expression also turned unusually serious. He knew what Jun Moxie meant.

Although the three Holy Lands had been prepared to make sacrifices, the moment for their sacrifice should be when dealing with those ten thousand experts from the Outsiders who were the real threat, and not these twenty thousand men charging forward to be cannon fodder!

Whether these twenty thousand men could deal damage, and what sort of damage they could inflict was completely dependent on how the Nine Nether Fourteenth Young Master’s played his tune!

Thousand Miles Soul Chasing Sword!

Could it really chase souls for a thousand miles?

On the battlefield, the two troops were rapidly closing in on each other!

Those from the Holy Lands strode forward silently while the Outsiders were charging forward while shrieking and yelling in a crazed manner.

One side was completely silent, while the other was deafening!

This was the starkest contrast!

Those from the Outsider’s side were experts of Saint Emperor levels—even if it was a cultivation level obtained through some secret methods, they were still Saint Emperors and moved with extreme speed. In a flash, the entire troop had already passed the empty central region.

Suddenly, with a single whistle from the skies, the entire place turned dark!

And the darkening of the horizon was due to countless tiny black flames floating in the air, covering the entire place!

At the same time, an endless, solemn murderous aura engulfed the entire place!

There was an agitated tune that rang out, ringing out through the air!

A tune of the Nine Nethers, Thousand Miles Soul Chasing!

The moment this sound rang out, even the Saint Monarchs would feel as if the entire air was filled with chilling, sharp swords with this tune! As if there were billions of deadly swords gathering in the air!

Waiting to fire!

The Nine Nether Fourteenth Young Master had used all the Nine Nethers Essence Qi in his body, allowing it to blaze, and form into a giant black cloud!

The Divine Tune had begun with an extremely sharp pitch! When it reached its greatest volume, Hong, it was as if something had exploded in the air!

Then, countless of black swords appeared in the air!

There were at least ten thousand of them!

With a sharp whistle, these black swords came charging down! All the Flame of Primal Chaos floating in the air attached themselves to it and came rushing down at high speed!

As if a snail that was moving slowly had suddenly transformed into an eagle swooping down for its prey!

From the moment the black flames appeared to the moment they came rushing down at high speed, less than a fraction of the blink of an eye passed!

All the Outsiders continued charging forward without a care!

With their chests held high!

This sudden attack from the skies had undoubtedly covered a great area and was impressive!

If this wave of attacks was directed at ten or hundreds of people, it may be able to obtain considerable results.

However…

The targeted range were in the tens of thousands!

No matter who was the one launching this attack from the skies, it was still merely one person!

How powerful could the strength of one person get?

Even if the person attacking was a Sage, it may not be effective when trying to attack twenty thousand Saint Emperors simultaneously! The strength of one person alone would never reach this sort of level!

If one could truly cripple an army of more than ten thousand men, he’d really be a legend!

As there was a limit to a person’s capabilities, it was impossible to create this sort of miracle!

Thus, the Outsiders completely did not concern themselves with it. This wave of attack would probably scare them a little, that’s all!

Since we’ve already decided to not return back alive, how effective can a scare tactic like this get? Even if that black sword pierces through our chests, it will definitely not break past our protective Qi!

What a joke! The person who is able to launch such an overwhelming attack is undoubtedly a peak expert. But he did it like a fool! Could it be the legendary ‘retard’?!

With this sort of mindset, all the Outsiders did not feel any threat from this large scale attack. All of them used their bodies as weapons and charged right through. As long as they came into contact with the enemy, they’d instantly self detonate!

Everyone made up their minds.

But at the next moment, cruel reality ruthlessly foiled their plans!

The black sword approached at the speed of light!

Practically surpassing all possible speed!

The Outsiders troops were rather concentrated in the first place, and four-fifths of them were covered in the range of this attack!

At this point, the swords had already vanished. But they had already accomplished their mission beautifully. Small black flames had silently attached onto the bodies of numerous Outsiders.

And there was quite a number of them attached on some…

The real show was about to begin!

“Halt!” Mo Wudao raised his hand with a cold expression. The Holy Lands army halted in their tracks.

Everyone’s eyes were filled with caution as they gazed silently at those tiny black flames.

The memories from a couple of days ago, when this flame burnt tens of experts of the Holy Lands, replayed in their minds. That sort of elegant cruelty made their scalps crawl.

The scene before their eyes made everyone know that Jun Moxie had launched his attack!

The swords, compromising for speed, had indeed not deal much damage. This bunch of Outsiders charged forward gleefully, planning to self detonate. But a pitiful shriek rang out from the center.

It was definitely an unlucky fellow. The Flame of Primal Chaos had coincidentally landed on the exposed part of his face.

With this cry, countless of pitiful cries began to ring out incessantly. Thousands of them began to roll on the ground in agony. And there were more that shrieked in hysteria, trying to put something out on their bodies in a frenzy, rolling on the ground in vain…