The arrival of Tai Yin silenced both King Guang and King Yan. They seemed to harbor a deep fear of him.
"You are Tai Yin, the third Ghost race member to advance to the Monarch realm. Do you know what you just said?" The Divine Lord stared at Tai Yin with a darkened face, unable to suppress his anger. For the fourth-ranked Ghost race within the Ten Directions Cosmos, to dare such provocation, he couldn't tell if this fellow was a fearless novice or truly possessed such strength.
"I know exactly what I said, Divine Lord. You are the lord of the Divine race, not the lord of my Ghost race. So, it's best for you to return whence you came," Tai Yin said coldly, casting a glare at the Divine Lord. Then, he produced a talisman, emanating a golden radiance.
"By decree, King Yan and King Guang are to immediately mobilize their troops to the Ancestral Land. Any who dare obstruct the great undertaking of the Ghost race shall be slain!" Tai Yin declared, one hand holding the talisman and the other gripping the hilt of his Tai Yin Sword. His expression was solemn.
"King Yan! King Guang obey the Emperor's command!" Upon seeing the talisman, the faces of King Yan and King Guang turned grim. They were particularly displeased seeing Tai Yin, who was incomparably younger than them, wear such a smug expression. However, upon considering who stood behind him, a sense of helplessness washed over them.
King Yan waved his hand, and from the myriad flying ships, countless soldiers emerged. They formed formations, using the flying ships as anchor points. In their hands, they held Nether Strikers, facing the Divine race's army.
King Guang did the same. On his sailing ships, groups of white-robed ghost warriors appeared. Though fewer in number than the Nether Warriors, their imposing aura was even more potent.
Kill!
Since the weapons were drawn, there was no reason to sheathe them without cause.
The Demon and Divine race armies numbered twenty million. Though fewer than the Ghost race, their power level was superior. Especially the Demon race soldiers, whose strength was slightly lower than the Divine race, but these ten million soldiers had followed Hei Yi through over a year of battles across the Demon Realm, becoming an elite force. Their killing intent was so fierce that even the Divine race dared not challenge their might.
Boom...
The five armies clashed, and the convergence of various energies erupted in a deafening roar.
Above the armies, Hei Yi, Feng Xi, the Divine Lord, and the three Monarch realm experts of the Ghost race were locked in a standoff. In the newly merged starfield, battles at the Monarch realm could easily create cosmic black holes or spatial collapses. If one were to be swept into the river of time, even a Monarch realm powerhouse would struggle to escape.
Hum...
In the dark starfield, a ball of blue flame appeared, exceptionally dazzling against the backdrop. The fist-sized flame, as seen by everyone, rapidly expanded like a spark, growing into a colossal net tens of thousands of miles long and wide, slowly enveloping the entire Blue Star.
"The Ghost Gate on Blue Star has been destroyed. All of you, pair up and enslave all the Ghost race members. Those who resist shall be killed directly. As for their Monarch realm experts and the Divine Lord, leave them to me." A colossal phantom, composed entirely of flames, appeared in the starfield. Its aura alone terrified the three Ghost race Monarchs present.
As Ye Yun spoke, over thirty figures materialized from a void in the distance. They glanced indifferently at Tai Yin and the other two, then with a wave of their hands, each of them took fifty thousand soldiers from two armies and scattered, heading towards various Ghost race planets.
Monarch realm! So many Monarch realm experts!
They were hidden right beside them without them ever knowing!
And...
"This is... Extreme rank? Where did it come from?" Tai Yin Holy Lord's liver and gallbladder were ruptured. He stared at the colossal phantom, his entire body trembling.
The three exchanged glances, attempting to flee only to find their bodies locked by space. Their tens of millions of soldiers were in the same predicament, as if time had frozen.
Soon, the colossal phantom slowly dissipated, and Ye Yun appeared before them.
"Ghost race? They don't look that terrifying. Some even look quite cute," Ye Yun said with a smile, observing the Ghost race members he had restrained.
"Senior is not from Blue Star, yet why do you interfere in our starfield fusion grand event?" Tai Yin asked, his body and mind trembling. Ye Yun had revealed his true form, but his aura was hundreds or thousands of times more potent than the phantom's.
Only Blue Star remained of the Human race starfield. As a newly advanced Monarch, he knew how difficult it was for a cultivator to become a High God, and how much more terrifying the effort was to become a Monarch. Yet, how could a Human who had opened the 'Heavenly Dao' for only two years possess such a powerful being? Therefore, Tai Yin concluded that such a powerful individual could not be indigenous.
How could a desolate Human starfield give rise to so many powerhouses?
"How can you be so certain I am not from Blue Star? As a Monarch realm expert, can you not even discern the unique aura of interstellar regions?" Ye Yun said, and with a slight flick of his finger, an arm detached from Tai Yin. A faint flame continuously burned at the severed limb, causing Tai Yin Holy Lord to let out cries of agony.
Flame Law!
King Yan and King Guang gulped as they witnessed Tai Yin's plight. This was a genuine Extreme rank expert who had condensed Law! Though Monarchs were difficult to kill, it was when they hadn't encountered the power of Law. After all, even a mere graze from the power of Law would take years to heal. If the neck had been severed, it would mean certain death!
Comprehending Law and breaking through to Extreme rank signified a different level of power.
"Senior, spare my life! Senior, spare my life!" Tai Yin Holy Lord was unable to move. The moment his arm was severed, he felt his Ghost Source rapidly draining.
The Ghost race were essentially lifeless beings with conscious awareness but no biological characteristics. Ghost Source was the fundamental core that sustained their consciousness, equivalent to human blood or the human heart.
"I didn't expect your Ghost race to have eight Monarchs and over thirteen hundred High Gods! No wonder you had the audacity to challenge the Divine race and then the Demon race," Ye Yun's divine sense swept across the new starfield, discovering its vast depth of over a hundred million kilometers. There were an additional three hundred and thirty-two planets inhabited by Ghost race cultivators. What astonished Ye Yun the most was that the overall strength of the Ghost race had thoroughly surpassed that of the Divine race.
"I know you, Tai Yin Holy Lord. The newly risen genius of the Ghost race. Last time, you led a million troops intending to colonize our Human starfield, but were repelled by the Divine race. I initially thought you were a wise individual, but I didn't expect you to be such a fool!" Ye Yun looked at him and directly unleashed two energy blasts. One pierced his Ghost Source, and the other pierced his Monarch soul.
Thus, Tai Yin, a Holy Lord of his generation, perished.