Destined Martial Lord

"Quick, run!"

Ye Fan glanced at the rapidly expanding black fog, then fled into the distance with Mo Li and Jin Liang. He could feel that the person in the coffin was incomparably powerful. They weren't his match, so there was no need for a fight.

"Whiz!" "Whiz!" "Whiz!"

Three figures flew out of the black mist and chased after the three people. They all let out deep growls.

"It's junior apprentice-brother!"

Jin Liang looked back and his eyes went wide. The people chasing after him were none other than the allied army disciples who had just been turned into mummies! At this moment, each and every one of their eyes were bloodshot as they turned into an unknown monster!

"They are definitely under the control of that monster. Ignore them and quickly escape!"

Ye Fan frowned as he said this to the two of them. Then, he accelerated once more!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The three disciples that had turned into mummies continued to maintain their battle instincts. They urged their battle spirits to attack the three of them as energy waves exploded around them. In addition, more and more figures rushed out from the black fog behind them.

"Ye Fan, why don't we kill them? I don't believe that they'll chase us after we destroy them!"

Mo Wuli looked at the dried corpses chasing after them and shouted.

"The monster let them out to delay us. If we stop to fight with them now, we'll be tricked. Do you think we can beat the monster in the coffin? Cut the crap and run! "

Ye Fan stared at Mo Li and said with a deep voice. His steps never stopped.

When the monster in the coffin was mentioned, Mo Bujue immediately went silent. That monster was too terrifying and did not really make a move. He only used a few techniques and they were all controlled without any resistance.

Once the coffin was completely opened, no one could guarantee what would happen!

The three of them continued to run and soon found a problem. The black fog covered an area of about three miles before it stopped expanding, and only the mummified corpses could chase down. It seemed that the monsters in the red sarcophagus only had a limited range of movement.

Mo Buli and Jin Liang couldn't help but look gratefully at Ye Fan. If Ye Fan's judgement wasn't correct, everyone would have stayed there to fight and become desiccated corpses.

"Let's go. We must report this to Ximen Feixue and let him send someone to deal with it. With our strength, we are unable to solve this problem."

Ye Fan sent out a blast, slicing a desiccated corpse that had caught up to him. He then took Jin Liang's Overlord's Sword and quickly rushed in the direction of the King's camp.

Jin Liang and Mo Buli didn't say anything. After all, Ye Fan was the one who won this war. If it wasn't for this incident in the end, it would've been rare for dozens of them to survive.

Originally, there were some cultivators that had escaped death and hid within the battlefield to wait for the end of the war. But before the bell had even rung, one corpse after another appeared beside them, engaging in a life or death battle with them!

These dried corpses seemed to only have the instinct to fight, and they didn't show the slightest signs of tiredness. They continued to attack ferociously, not caring about their own defense. Very quickly, eight cultivators hidden in various areas of the battlefield were killed by these dried corpses.

After being killed by the corpse, a dark mist would gush out from the corpse's eyes, and the cultivator that was killed would be extracted with energy and turned back into a new battle force under the coffin monster.

However, all of this had nothing to do with Ye Fan and the others. They had long since escaped the encirclement and rushed towards the King's camp.

"Isn't that Ye Fan?" Why are you back so soon? And there were only three people left in the team? Could it be that he failed so quickly this time? "

When a high-ranking officer guarding the entrance to the battlefield saw Ye Fan and the others, he couldn't help but ask in confusion. In the past, the Duke of Qing's side could have lasted for at least a month even if they failed.

"General, you must be joking. Hurry up and open the door, I'll wait for my success to return!"

Then, he took out the Hegemon's Sword and waved it in front of the high-ranking officer.

"This... This is the Overlord's Sword! "

The high-ranking officer couldn't help but stare with wide eyes in disbelief at the three of them. It had only been a short period of time, but Ye Fan's group had already obtained the Tyrant's Sword!

"That's right!" "Please open the door quickly General, I still have some things to tell Young Master Feng Xue."

Ye Fan put away his Overlord's Sword as he said this in a low voice.

"Lord Ye is really a hero!" I admire you! "

The gatekeeping general nodded his head before running to the top of the city wall and ringing a large bell that was hanging on top of the city wall. This bell was the signal for the end of the struggle for hegemony!

Dong! Dong! "Boom!"

The melodious ringing of the bell rang out across the battlefield. As three ringing sounds rang out, the gates to the four Royal Armies slowly opened. This was the rule; only when one side obtained victory would the gates open, allowing all cultivators to return to their own campgrounds.

As long as there was no difference in the outcome, the city gate could never be opened!