Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity – Chapter 698

“Ha ha ha, after so many years, I finally made it!”

Once he realized, Luo Man was overjoyed; it meant he was on the brink of breaking through to Saint King level.

The key was that King Grade Sacred Intent could bring him a significant power boost, which would be quite helpful in the current battle.

Looking at the silver-haired youth ahead, Luo Man’s eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Once, he was also a renowned super prodigy of the Asura Clan, and after being favored by the clan leader, he served under him. Throughout all this time, the only one in the younger generation he truly admired was the Crown Prince, a peerless genius. After all, in terms of bloodline and talent, the Crown Prince was undoubtedly stronger, and Luo Man fully accepted this defeat.

But in this remote indigenous world, there was a lowly human with such extraordinary talent that even the Crown Prince was slightly overshadowed, which Luo Man found hard to accept.

“I must kill you, or there will be endless troubles!”

With bloodshot eyes, Luo Man roared, charging directly at Ye Junlin with his sword raised to slash.

In an instant, the sound of metal vibrating erupted violently; the sword and blade energies shot out like a torrential downpour, causing all the Ancient Saints around to panic and dodge, not daring to come too close.

The battle between both sides continued, two figures weaving through one another at lightning speed.

During this time, the number of Nine Nether Ancient Saints drastically dropped, from eighty thousand to seventy thousand, then down to forty thousand!

The battle was incredibly fierce!

At this moment, Ye Junlin’s other two avatars suddenly dissipated into thin air.

It was simply due to the massive consumption of One Qi Transforming into Three Purities, leaving him unable to maintain that state.

Seeing this scene, the remaining forty thousand Ancient Saints, who had been terrified by the slaughter, felt a glimmer of hope and their fighting spirit surged.

“Everyone, let’s join forces to attack that human!”

“Help Commander Luo, kill the Celestial Court’s master!”

“Kill!!!”

Seeing the situation, Luo Man’s blood boiled again. With just his own strength, he had no chance of winning; dying together was a slim chance, but he wanted to live and go back, so he had persevered until now.

Fortunately, a turning point had finally emerged!

The dissipation of the two avatars meant the opponent had scant sacred power left, a highly dangerous signal for a Saint.

As long as they continued to collectively attack, even wolves could slay tigers!

“Heh heh, this time, you’re finished.” Luo Man grinned savagely.

Strangely, Ye Junlin showed no signs of panic, as if he had anticipated this situation all along.

Although his sacred power had dwindled to less than thirty percent after previous consumption, he remained unfazed, a teasing smile curling at the corners of his mouth:

“The timing is just right; the ones who are doomed are you!”

“Come forth!”

As soon as he finished speaking, his Human Sovereign Banner trembled violently. The flag unleashed boiling black smoke, and the sounds of wailing ghosts echoed from within. The next second, under the incredulous gazes of Luo Man and the others, countless shadowy figures shrouded in black mist surged out, erupting like a volcano, shaking the heavens—a truly spectacular sight…

Inside the Celestial Court, Liu Huangshu and the others felt anxious and worried.

Indeed, Ye Junlin was single-handedly battling through the Ancient Saints’ army, demonstrating his incredible power, but with keen eyes, it was clear that the situation was still far from optimistic. As the battle continued to drain his energy, Ye Junlin would eventually fall into a disadvantage, only to be worn down to death.

This scene was something they did not wish to see.

However, facing this level of confrontation, they couldn’t intervene at all. They didn’t even have the qualification to join the fight and could only anxiously watch from a distance, a feeling that was quite unbearable.

“Wait, look! The Emperor seems to be summoning something?!” Tong Wudi pointed, exclaiming.

Everyone focused their attention, and when they saw countless eerie figures burst forth from the Human Sovereign Banner, they felt their scalps go numb, a chill creeping down their spines.

It was as if the Nine Nether cultivators who had just died had come back to life, appearing in droves on the battlefield.

“What is happening?!”

The Nine Nether Ancient Saints were left dumbfounded, having never seen such a bizarre sight, for these figures were all familiar companions who had now reappeared.

Strangely, they were all in a very odd state, enveloped in sinister black mist, devoid of any living energy, their eyes blood-red, faces full of ferocity.

“Kill!”

With a single command from Ye Junlin, he relished the feeling of commanding the undead army.

Transformed by the Human Sovereign Banner, these Nine Nether cultivators had all become soul slaves; no matter how they lived before, in death they would unconditionally pledge loyalty to him.

“Roar!!!”

The cries of wraith-like shrieks echoed continuously.

Like a collective riot, the countless soul slaves charged aggressively toward the remaining Nine Nether Ancient Saints, their target unified: to annihilate these living beings.

“This is bad!” The remaining Nine Nether Ancient Saints turned pale, having no choice but to abandon their focused assault on Ye Junlin and deal with this eerie horde of soul slaves instead.

The most critical blow was that over sixty thousand Ancient Saints who had just died were now launching fierce attacks against them.

With sixty thousand Ancient Saint-level soul slaves, plus countless Saint-level soul slaves assisting on the side, they quickly crumbled, suffering heavy casualties!

In terms of both quantity and overall strength, they faced considerable suppression.

“Ah!”

Wails and screams reverberated throughout the heavens and earth.

During this time, the slain Ancient Saints’ souls all entered the Human Sovereign Banner, only to transform back into soul slave forms, continuing their assault on the other living Ancient Saints, forming a perfect cycle.

The numbers plummeted from forty thousand to thirty thousand, then twenty thousand, one thousand…

Watching this scene, Luo Man was drenched in cold sweat, turning to glance at the mastermind behind it all, terror etched in his eyes as he stammered:

“What… what kind of wicked ultimate treasure do you have in your hands? It can enslave the souls of the dead, and they can retain the same combat strength as in life!”

Luo Man knew all too well that this was all thanks to Ye Junlin’s Human Sovereign Banner; a magical treasure with such an over-the-top ability far surpassed anything he had seen before.

If the various powers in the universe learned of this, it would undoubtedly stir up a bloody storm, with countless mighty figures risking everything to fight over this ultimate treasure.

With all the soul slaves unleashed by the Human Sovereign Banner, the tide of battle was turned in an instant, and Ye Junlin seized absolute advantage.

He had been waiting for this moment!

All the souls that had died before would become his soul slaves; this powerful Nine Nether army would ultimately fall under his command!

“You don’t need to ask too much; soon you’ll become one of them too, heh heh~”

Ye Junlin’s smile was meaningful, deliberately pausing to savor the expression of horror on his opponent’s face.

These words directly made Luo Man lose his mind, watching as the sky filled with soul slaves frantically slaughtering his army; in that moment, he felt all strength and means drain away, leaving only deep-seated despair!

“No…”