Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity – Chapter 220

Boom!

At that moment, a rumbling sound came from inside the Star Gate, followed by countless armored figures pouring out like an army of hellish demons, releasing a frightening murderous aura.

Ten thousand, a hundred thousand, two hundred thousand, three hundred thousand, four hundred thousand, five hundred thousand, six hundred thousand!

Six hundred thousand True Immortal level soldiers from the Underworld Clan, brandishing various weapons, appeared with fierce momentum, densely packed in the sky above the forbidden area.

Countless eyes were filled with a savage frenzy, like bloodthirsty beasts ready to pounce.

“Now this is what I’m talking about!”

Seeing this, Old Ancestor Tianhong’s expression shifted from worry to joy.

Looks like he won’t have to offer up anything to the ancestral tablet after all.

“Ah hahaha, the Star Gate is finally open! I can’t wait to trample the natives here!”

“Tsk tsk, this world is entering a revival stage. If our Underworld Clan can seize this treasure first, our entire race will benefit, gaining a massive advantage across the starry sky!”

“What’s with your excitement? This damn law suppression is forcing me to only unleash my Celestial Immortal level power!”

“Just bear with it. It may not feel good, but we’re here now!”

“Yeah, we’re here now!”

The six figures chatted as they casually walked out of the Star Gate, their eyes blazing with a fiery intent to invade, as if viewing this world as a colony.

Indeed, they were all leaders, each commanding a hundred thousand soldiers of the Underworld Clan.

Thanks to Ming Wanjun spreading the word about the Star Gate’s opening, several nearby troops rushed over in haste.

“Huh? What’s going on here?”

Among them, the most authoritative was Ming Feng, whose prominent cheekbones and gaunt face twisted into a frown upon entering.

In the distance, there were heavily injured and dying soldiers from the Underworld Clan, and a familiar figure drenched in blood, looking quite disheveled.

“Ming Wanjun, who did this to you guys?” Ming Feng asked, suspicion creeping into his voice.

The expressions of the other companions changed drastically as they took in the scene, finding it hard to believe.

In this backward world, how could a native beat the Underworld Clan’s army into this state?

It didn’t make sense!

After all, in their minds, any random True Immortal from the Underworld Clan could stir up chaos just by stepping into the Kunlun Realm, let alone with a few thousand soldiers. Wouldn’t that be like letting wolves into a sheep pen, just for the slaughter?

But now, the reality before them shattered their beliefs!

Seeing a few troops emerge from the Star Gate, Ming Wanjun’s once-desperate expression suddenly transformed into one of great joy.

This signified a major turning point!

“Be careful, it’s that guy called Ye Junlin. He’s the new master of Fallen Immortal Island and he has an Immortal Sovereign Level Magical Artifact!”

Ming Wanjun didn’t dare to hide anything and hurriedly revealed the enemy’s background.

“What?!”

The six leaders were shocked, fixating their eyes on the silver-haired youth with a newfound wariness.

The identity of the master of Fallen Immortal Island combined with holding an Immortal Sovereign Level Magical Artifact posed a threat that warranted attention from all the races across the starry sky.

Thus, they felt it was only natural for their comrade to stumble here.

“So many Immortals? Can Senior Ye hold on?” Xue Wuhen’s face turned pale, his heart sinking.

The boiling cheers abruptly stopped.

All the cultivators outside were horrified, gazing up at the sixty thousand terrifying figures with dread.

With such a number of Immortals, wouldn’t they just destroy the entire Eastern Domain!?

The so-called Underworld Clan had such deep roots!

Compared to them, the cultivators of the Kunlun Realm were as weak as infants…

“C-can Master hold out?” Li Wujie’s back was drenched in cold sweat, his eyes wide open.

“He has to! All our hopes rest on him now,” Hong Qianye grit her teeth tightly, her pale hand clenching into a fist as a strong sense of helplessness surged within her.

She never expected that the realm of True Immortals, once a source of pride, was so common among these foreign clans. To think, in the Central Region, to become an ancestor worshipped by countless beings, and here, he’s just cannon fodder—anyone would feel devastated!

At this moment,

Countless cultivators of the Eastern Domain stared at the tall figure confronting the army of the Underworld Clan with his back to the masses, holding a sword, their hearts deeply moved as tears welled in their eyes.

It was hard to imagine what immense pressure Ye Junlin was under in such a crisis; perhaps he was feigning strength as well…

He really made me want to cry!

Ye Junlin had no idea about the emotional turmoil of the people behind him. If he had known, he would have cleared his throat and confidently said, “No need for that!”

At this moment, facing an additional sixty thousand True Immortals, a smile of interest crept onto Ye Junlin’s face.

“Well, well, it looks like more guests have arrived.”

“Fine then, I’ll just kill for the thrill!”

After a brief shock, Ming Feng quickly regained his composure. He raised his hand to summon a pitch-black spiral spear glinting with metallic luster, evidently a top-notch Profound Immortal Level Magical Artifact.

“Everyone, don’t get careless! Let’s form up and engage in a war of attrition! As long as we drain his Immortal Power, we’ll have a chance to win!”

“Exactly. The Immortal Sovereign Level Magical Artifact is powerful, but it’s not something a Celestial Immortal can use recklessly; it won’t last long before he’s exhausted!”

“Right, I was thinking the same!”

“Me too!”

…

The six of them wasted no time and decisively began to form their battle array.

The sixty thousand soldiers of the Underworld Clan moved in response, positioning themselves in formation with seamless, synchronized actions.

Boom—!!!

Countless terrifying energies converged to form six beastly avatars: a sky-shattering red bull, an incredibly strong magic ape, a flying tiger with wings, and a roaring lion ablaze with flames…

These six enormous avatars stood in their respective domains in the void, causing waves of terror and bringing about overwhelming pressure.

These six massive Underworld Clan battle formations condensed into six beastly avatars, boosting their combat effectiveness thousands of times over!

This wasn’t just a simple stacking of numbers; it triggered a qualitative change!

Boom boom boom boom…

The vast momentum surged like a raging wave, crashing down toward Ye Junlin!

Ming Wanjun, struggling to heal, glared with resentment, “Let’s see if you can withstand this!”

He just didn’t believe Ye Junlin could keep on going; every Immortal has their limits, especially one wielding an Immortal Sovereign Level Magical Artifact.

“Kill!!”

Ming Feng brandished his spear, commanding the avatars to pounce forward,

While the other five charged wholeheartedly at Ye Junlin with reckless intent.

Swish swish swish~

The six enormous beastly avatars descended, aiming to crush this tiny ant.

Ye Junlin sneered, “Want to test my limits? Too bad you’re going to be disappointed.”

With that, his entire aura abruptly transformed, and two identical handsome youths emerged beside him, their silver hair fluttering in the wind, their black robes billowing.

They stood on either side of Ye Junlin.

One Qi Transforming into Three Purities!

Seeing this, the eyes of Ming Feng and the others nearly popped out in disbelief as they stared at the other two figures, “What level of technique is this?”

They could sense that this wasn’t a deliberately crafted clone or puppet, but a pure manifestation born from grand divine abilities.

The three of them shared identical cultivation levels, essentially doubling Ye Junlin’s combat power!

And it didn’t end there; amidst Ming Feng’s terror-struck gaze, the two additional Ye Junlins each summoned an Immortal Sovereign Level Magical Artifact!

One held a Longevity Flute, poised elegantly at his lips.

The other cradled the Burial Heaven Coffin, his gaze sharp and imposing.

Standing in the center, Ye Junlin raised his sword high above his head, a cold smile on his face, “The slaughter begins!”