Emperor of Death

Chapter 698 A Moment in History

"Hahaha, divine power is nothing more than that."

As this crazy voice spread to all directions, the expressions on the faces of countless people became extremely rich.

"Yechen!" Meng Xinqi and the others showed deep surprise on their faces.

"Yechen!" Ying Kong and the others looked down coldly with dark faces.

Lin Chuanxue said loudly: "Quick, run!"

Many alien races hadn't reacted yet, the bloody beam of light continued to pierce the sky, and the bloody light shot up into the sky, madly slaughtering the Wu King of the alien race.

Blood Feast, with the influx of fresh blood, the power of the formation has not been consumed, but has been greatly increased. As more creatures are killed, it becomes more terrifying. After so many people died from the alien race, Ye Chen The formation has become more terrifying and bloody.

"Run away." The foreign race continued to cry and shout for their father and mother. Those who hadn't run away before wanted to slap themselves ten times. They had a chance to escape just now, but unfortunately they all missed it.

The shield below was lifted, and Yechen's figure flew into the sky again, his demon-like body laughed wildly in the sky, as if mocking the weakness and powerlessness of the aliens.

The aliens were fleeing crazily, screaming desperately, as if they had encountered the end of the world.

The faces of the disciples were ashen, their faces were pale, their lips trembled, and their eyes were full of horror.

Ying Kong murmured in disbelief: "How could he be so strong, how could he be like this."

"Quick, run away!" Lin Chuanxue roared loudly, waking everyone up.

Fuchuan turned around quickly.

"Oh my god, this Yechen is really scary." Countless human races watching the battle said excitedly, feeling the blood all over their bodies being ignited by Yechen.

"Quick, this is the moment to remember history, we are all witnesses of history, send this matter to Valkyrie Space."

"Thousands of alien races were killed on the bloody island by Yechen alone. Yechen, you are the pride of our human race."

"I saw that the aliens were terrified and trembling, and they were running away desperately, just to escape the sight of a man, that man was called Ye Chen."

"This is history. The entire history of the human race will remember this moment. Let us remember the name that created the entire history, Yechen."

"Life is endless, fighting is endless, Yechen, you are the spirit of our younger generation."

The Martial Kings who were watching the battle put their emotions into the text, and each message was released in the Valkyrie Space. It didn't take long for the Valkyrie Space to vibrate, and the entire human race trembled.

Immediately afterwards, the entire alien race also received news from the human race, and the alien race was shocked.

"Yechen is not dead, how can Yechen not die?" Jiangyin City, Du Xinfeng roared angrily, "Okay, let you live for now, I want to see how you fight our Du family."

"Chen'er, you are really good. Mother is proud of you!" Zhang Yun sat in the yard, weeping with joy.

"Master, Xiao Luo is also proud of you!" Ye Xiaoluo cried, the eyes of the two of them were already red from crying, if they were not still holding on to the last glimmer of hope, they might have collapsed.

Some people are happy and some are sad. Yechen's life and death have stirred up the nerves of countless people.

Some people are celebrating each other, while others are cursing.

In the imperial palace of the imperial capital, Ye Zixuan said softly: "Lanyue, you said, is that a feast of blood?"

Lan Yue nodded and said: "From the description, this is indeed a blood feast, but it is very complicated to build a blood feast, and you must be a formation master."

"This is strange." Ye Zixuan said softly, "It seems that the secrets hidden in him are beyond our imagination."

Lan Yue's heart skipped a beat, looking at Ye Zixuan's calm face, she was suddenly worried about Ye Chen.

Although Lan Yue doesn't understand politics, she also knows that if a person arouses the emperor's suspicion, it is not a good thing.

Lan Yue said in a low voice: "His talent is unique in all ages."

"I've seen you once in the ages?" Ye Zixuan looked at Lanyue, then smiled softly, "Wouldn't it be comparable to the late emperor?"

Lan Yue said: "Perhaps so, our Empire of Death has finally produced a peerless genius."

"Hehe, what you said is right!" The emperor's temper is hard to figure out, Ye Zixuan suddenly laughed again, and said to Lanyue, "When he returns, I will make him a fifth-rank general. General, Jiangyin City can expand its troops to 5 people, but let’s wait for him to come back alive. Come and convey the imperial decree to all the Death Empire masters who entered the Xinghai battlefield to return.”

Lan Yue hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, what is this?"

Ye Zixuan stood up, looked at the sky outside the window, and said softly: "The foreign race, how can you tolerate Yechen's continued growth? Don't be afraid of [-], just in case, Lanyue, come with me to the Storm Empire."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

. . . . .

On the island in the Star Sea Battlefield, countless alien races fell from the sky, and the surviving alien races fled frantically.

Yechen grabbed the air with his right hand, and red blood light shot up into the sky, condensing into a huge blood sword, which Yechen held in his hand.

Someone saw that Yechen chased and killed the aliens for dozens of miles with a blood sword before returning.

The island finally returned to calm, and the alien race above the head had disappeared. After this battle, no alien race dared to attack Yechen.

Is there any point in killing someone who can't even kill with divine power?
There are countless corpses lying here and there on the island. At this moment, except for Yechen, everyone is very busy, busy throwing the corpses into the storage ring as soon as possible. It is conservatively estimated that this time they died under the feast of blood. There are no less than 5000 people. Although it is less than one-thousandth of the Wu King of the entire alien race, no alien race can afford such a loss.

Every Martial King is a treasure of the clan, and it would be heartbreaking to die, let alone so many dead at once.

Countless aliens were shocked, and even Emperor Wu said that Yechen must die.

At this moment, Ye Chen was lying motionless on the grass, with numerous small wounds appearing on his body, and fresh blood seeped from the wounds.

"Made, you're playing too hard." Ye Chen smiled wryly. This time the killing was very enjoyable, but it is a huge burden for the body to control such a powerful force. Right now, Ye Chen finds it difficult to even move his fingers. , any Martial King can come and kill him.

Fortunately, all the alien races have been killed, and no one dares to set foot on this small island.

Perhaps, they are seeking revenge from other human races.

It's a pity that those emperors escaped immediately and did not keep them, which made Ye Chen regretful.

In short, Yechen didn't need to think about anything for the time being, and just waited for the injury to recover slowly.

After half a day, everyone finally put all the corpses into the storage rings, and then Huang Xinrou stuffed these storage rings into Yechen's arms, holding these storage rings, Yechen smiled very happily.

Ye Chen looked at the crowd and said, "You didn't hide them, did you? These corpses are all spoils of war that I exchanged my life for!"

Everyone shook their heads in unison, and the little fat man said seriously: "Yechen, what do you think of us, why would you be greedy for your things?"

"That's right, we don't care about your things." Meng Xinqi also said seriously.

As for whether they "made a mistake" when collecting the corpses and put them in their own storage rings, only they themselves know.

In half a day, Yechen recovered from his injuries and became alive and kicking again.

(End of this chapter)