Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity – Chapter 219

Actually, those two Ming Clan cultivators were preparing to unleash a mental power technique, intending to jointly execute a lethal strike that would instantly annihilate Ye Junlin’s mind from a distance.

This move was unavoidable and far stronger than using a spell attack.

“Now’s our chance!”

The two Ming cultivators roared in unison, their foreheads releasing invisible mental power that intertwined into a terrifying mental storm, sweeping away at lightning speed.

To the average person, it seemed as if nothing was happening, but little did they know, this crisis was exponentially more severe than before!

Facing two mental power cultivators at the 69th rank working together to unleash a mental storm, even newly ascended Immortal Sovereigns would be cautious. Yet here it was, being used against a mere Celestial Immortal, akin to using a sledgehammer to crack a nut—ridiculously absurd.

Swish!

In the blink of an eye, the mental storm crashed into Ye Junlin’s mind.

“Hmm?”

Ye Junlin furrowed his brow, feeling something was amiss but couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

When he focused again, a peculiar expression flickered in his eyes.

“Are these two sent here just to make me laugh?”

In his view, the two Ming cultivators had their eyes closed, grinning like maniacs as they did eye exercises. But the next second, they looked like they had lost their souls—expressionless, eyes blank, drooling, muttering, “Abba, abba, abba…”

Anyone witnessing this would find it utterly bewildering.

How did two big fools suddenly appear out of nowhere?

What a pity!

At this moment, Ye Junlin seemed to have a thought, suddenly on high alert, his eyes narrowing, tone filled with caution:

“Could it be they think they can make me laugh to inherit my system?”

Well, there might actually be some truth to that!

“What’s going on? Did they mess up?!” Ming Wanjun, who was closely watching, was stunned by what he saw.

He was at a loss for words to describe the shock of his two subordinates’ silly behavior.

The only explanation was that their mental power had suffered a serious backlash.

Thinking of this, Ming Wanjun’s heart trembled, eyes fixated on Ye Junlin in disbelief.

Could it be this guy’s mental power is way beyond the 69th rank?

Is this for real? That’s just insane!!

Clearly, the backlash of the two Ming cultivators’ mental power was a result of their reckless attack on Ye Junlin.

Even though they were at the 69th rank and their mental storm could shake the 70th rank, the problem was, in front of Ye Junlin’s astounding 100th rank mental power, it was like using an egg to smash a rock—self-destructive!

To be honest, they had sensed something was off when they entered Ye Junlin’s sea of consciousness, but alas, it was too late. Their proud and confident mental storm instantly vanished before the terrifying mental barrier!

Then, their entire mental power collapsed at first contact, shattering their once coherent minds into pieces. Just like that, these two mental cultivators became dazed idiots.

Meanwhile, Ye Junlin had absolutely no clue about the mental attack that had just occurred.

Too light, didn’t feel a thing…

At this moment.

Ming Wanjun, feeling the loss of his two trusted aides, was in a terrible mood. Unable to accept the reality of defeat, he raised his Black Dragon Halberd and shouted to the sky:

“Everyone, gather your full strength! Help me kill the enemy!”

“Yes!”

The battle entered a fever pitch, as eighty thousand Ming soldiers transformed their battle formation again, releasing energy like countless streams flowing into the sea, all pouring into that Black Dragon Halberd.

In an instant.

The Black Dragon Halberd shook violently, releasing a destructive, violent aura. The black dragon pattern swirling around the halberd’s body had blood-red eyes glimmering fiercely, as if it were about to come alive.

Boom!

A massive black dragon, formed from the countless energies gathered, appeared, its massive body blocking out the sun as it roared.

Roar!

The dragon’s roar was deafening, echoing for miles, causing the hearts of countless people to tremble and feel suffocated.

“This is my ultimate skill! I don’t believe you can withstand it!” Ming Wanjun declared angrily, slashing down fiercely with the long halberd.

In an instant, the black dragon surged forward like a storm, with an overwhelming killing intent, powered by the support of thousands of True Immortals, its energy solidifying like never before, reaching its peak power.

“Heh, then let’s see how it goes,” Ye Junlin replied, raising his hand to grasp the sword hilt. A blaze of light erupted from it, emitting a radiant glow like a miniature sun, the sword ringing brightly and resonating across the heavens.

With Cangyuan Sword in hand and silver hair swirling wildly, his handsome face calm as ever, Ye Junlin directed the sword at the black dragon.

Swish!!

The magnificent golden sword light pierced the heavens and the earth, descending upon the black dragon with unimaginable speed.

The scene was akin to the scorching sun melting snow; the world-destroying black dragon let out a wail under the sword light, its massive form rapidly disintegrating.

“Ah…” The ensuing energy wave struck Ming Wanjun first, causing him to scream in agony as blood burst forth from his body, sending him flying. Meanwhile, eighty thousand Ming soldiers were left reeling as they burst into blood mist, their numbers drastically decreased amid the chorus of howls.

What a coincidence, with just one sword, Ye Junlin wiped out sixty-six thousand six hundred sixty-six immortals!

This operation could only be described as six six six six six!

Seeing this terrifying scene, along with that unparalleled figure, everyone present was left in shock, jaws dropped, staring blankly.

At that moment, they had a clearer and more vivid understanding of the title “White-Haired Slaughter God.”

Old Ancestor Tianhong stood dazed, like a wooden man in place;

In his mind, he recalled the vow he had made at the beginning.

If this wave could still be turned around, he would eat the tablet of worship for the ancestors!

So, should he eat it now or not?

Feeling a bit conflicted…

After a brief silence, cheers erupted from outside the battlefield,

“Senior Ye’s might! Absolutely invincible!”

“He wiped out so many immortals with one sword! What an astonishing achievement!”

“Wow! Wow! Wow ahhh!!”

The emotions of the cultivators nearly spiraled out of control as they shouted with excitement. Everything that just happened was deeply etched in their minds, never to be forgotten.

They believed that even years later, recounting this moment would leave future generations in awe.

Ming Wanjun was battered and bruised, struggling to hold his broken halberd, heart bleeding, eyes filled with horror.

This time, he had truly lost his lady and his soldiers!

He had thought an Immortal Sovereign level magical artifact would be powerful, but he had greatly underestimated its might.

Most importantly, was this guy really a Celestial Immortal?

Whose Celestial Immortal was this durable?

To push an Immortal Sovereign level magical artifact to such an extent?

This was a monster! That was just a monster!

Ming Wanjun’s scalp tingled, regretting why he had come here. As he began to feel the urge to retreat, a new disturbance came from the Star Gate deep within the forbidden ground…