Before his very eyes, Ye Zhen had destroyed the Legacy Blood Banner. Winged Demon Venerable Yituo's fury was beyond description.
Killing intent immediately soared into the heavens as he prepared to kill Ye Zhen.
But Yituo's gaze suddenly fell upon the Battle Soul Blood Banner above Ye Zhen's Mystic Gate Clone.
This blood banner looked remarkably like his Legacy Blood Banner, and it had actually been able to devour his Legacy Blood Banner.
At that thought, Yituo's heart suddenly stirred.
The five thousand personal soldiers under his command were all trusted men he had trained for years. With Soul Transmission, he could command them as easily as moving an arm; sometimes, a single glance was enough for them to understand his intent.
Almost at the same instant, the remaining thousand-odd elite Winged Demons in the sky subtly shifted the direction of their encirclement toward Ye Zhen's Mystic Gate Clone.
Yi Dong and Yi Sang were no fools either. The auras of the elite Winged Demons under their command remained locked onto Ye Zhen, Xuan Hu, and the others.
Yet the two Eight-Winged Demons, Yi Dong and Yi Sang themselves, moved slightly toward the Mystic Gate Clone with the Battle Soul Blood Banner floating above its head.
The instant Yituo's expression changed, the smile on Ye Zhen's face grew even broader.
"More people, is it? I happen to love this game too!"
With a wave of his hand, countless rays of light suddenly burst from Ye Zhen's chest. Amid those rays, large, fully formed Demon Soul Army units poured out from his chest.
Under the dumbfounded stares of Yituo, Yi Dong, and Yi Sang, Hei Qi and Hei Jiu led four hundred World Kings and twenty thousand Xuan Palace troops forward with murderous intent.
"We greet the Marshal! Marshal, please issue