Under the pressure of fifteen Devil Race Divine Kings, Ye Zhen, commander-in-chief of the Eastern Expeditionary Army, merely flung out the Ancestral God Mountain Clone, a Xiantian Spiritual Treasure, and made no further move.
The situation was exceedingly strange.
The fifteen Devil Race Divine Kings were all deeply startled and stayed on guard.
After all, as marshal of the Eastern Expeditionary Army, Ye Zhen looked as though he were waiting to die. There had to be something wrong.
But at this moment, the arrow was on the string; it had to be loosed.
Could fifteen Creation Realm Divine Kings really be scared back by the sight of Ye Zhen like this?
That would be a true laughingstock.
Every Creation Realm Divine King, whether Human or Devil Race, had weathered countless storms. Even as they attacked, each of them unleashed their defensive measures.
This instant change also made the Southern Barbarian Divine King sense something amiss.
At that very instant, the Ancestral God Mountain Clone above Ye Zhen's head suddenly trembled, emanating an unimaginably strange yet vast and domineering imperial aura.
In the void overhead, a spatial rift appeared without warning, and a streak of golden saber light suddenly burst forth.
The instant it emerged, the golden saber light filled the entire heaven and earth above Great Long Mountain.
Wherever the saber light reached, all Heaven and Earth Laws shattered one after another.
Ye Zhen only felt his mind quake. The Great Sun Laws he had activated earlier were shattered at the first touch of that golden saber light.
Struck by the backlash, pain pierced Ye Zhen's chest, and sweetness welled up in his throat.
Yet Ye Zhen, injured by the backlash, was filled with excitement and expectation.
Was this the power of the Great Zhou Ancestral God's true body wielding