Unification, Dharma Aspect!

In the blink of an eye, the five Yellow Turban Warriors turned in unison. Golden Flame suddenly burst from their hollow eye sockets, blazing and dazzling like five scorching suns descending upon the battlefield, illuminating the surroundings as brightly as day.

With every step they took, their heavy feet shattered the earth. Falling Phoenix Slope trembled endlessly as though struck by a violent earthquake.

Boom!

The leading Yellow Turban Warrior suddenly swung his enormous palm, sweeping it across the space ahead.

Three Blood Wolf Cultivators hurriedly brought out defensive Mysterious Artifacts, trying to block the fierce blow. Yet beneath the warrior's palm, those treasures were as fragile as paper, shattering in an instant.

The residual force of the palm strike did not diminish. Like a surging tidal wave of fury, it sent every enemy within a dozen or so zhang behind them flying.

While those Cultivators were still in midair, the warrior opened his mouth again and spewed forth raging Golden Flame.

The Golden Flame was like a churning sea of fire, swallowing them whole in an instant before turning into a rain of flames that fell from the sky.

The second Yellow Turban Warrior smashed his fists together with all his strength. In that instant, a ring of golden ripples spread outward from the point of impact.

The golden ripples were plainly visible. Wherever they passed, the Blood Wolf Cultivators' protective True Essence burst apart like fragile bubbles.

The enemies in the foremost row seemed to have been struck viciously by an invisible giant hammer. Blood gushed wildly from their seven orifices, their bodies twisting out of shape as they were sent flying backward like kites with snapped strings.

"Form the formation! Quickly, form the Blood Wolf God Slaying Formation!"

The Commander of the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group stationed here—

Ninth level of the Divine Vault!

He roared himself hoarse.

The remaining Cultivators jolted awake as if from a dream and hurriedly shifted formation.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred-zhang giant wolf phantom condensed from blood energy took shape out of thin air. Its maw gaped wide, its fangs glinting coldly as it pounced menacingly at the Yellow Turban Warriors.

The third Yellow Turban Warrior showed no fear. Facing the oncoming giant wolf, he threw a punch without hesitation.

Mysterious, profound Sun Divine Patterns flickered in and out of sight over his fist.

The instant his fist collided with the Blood Wolf phantom—

Rip!

It was like a hot knife slicing into grease. The Blood Wolf phantom, which appeared incomparably ferocious, was ripped apart alive by that single punch.

After piercing through the phantom, the fist force did not slow in the slightest, directly blasting the seven Cultivators maintaining the formation behind it into a cloud of Blood Mist.

The remaining two Yellow Turban Warriors attacked with even greater ferocity, ruthless to the extreme.

Their figures flashed, and they abruptly leaped high into the air. Amid the blazing Golden Flame, the two warriors' bodies gradually fused into one, ultimately transforming into a Golden Armored Divine General standing ten zhang tall.

A gigantic axe burning with True Sun Fire swiftly condensed in the divine general's hand. The axe blade shone with boundless radiance, its scorching aura seeming capable of reducing all things in the world to ash.

The divine general locked onto the most densely packed area of Blood Wolf Mercenary Group Cultivators, then raised the giant axe high and hacked it down with savage force!

"No—"

That Commander of the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group let out a despairing scream, but it came to an abrupt halt.

Before the giant axe even touched the ground, its incomparably terrifying pressure spread like mountains toppling and seas overturning, forcing every enemy within a hundred zhang to collapse flat against the earth.

When the axe blade truly fell, a thunderous boom rang out. The entire land seemed to be torn open, and a bottomless ravine appeared before them.

A hundred Blood Wolf Cultivators were instantly reduced to ashes beneath that heaven-shaking strike, not even leaving behind a trace.

Ling Xiao stood atop a distant cliff. Witnessing the scene, his face instantly turned deathly pale.

He thought to himself, This has truly raised Big Brother's prestige to tremendous heights.

Yet what chilled him even more was that after slaughtering the local Blood Wolf Mercenary Group Cultivators, the three Yellow Turban Warriors and the divine general all turned their hollow eye sockets in his direction at once...

At that moment, the three thousand troops behind Ling Xiao were also completely exposed before everyone.

Ling Tian keenly noticed that the five Yellow Turban Warriors could exist for roughly fifteen minutes.

This meant that he could still use the strength of these five Yellow Turban Warriors to slaughter even more enemies on the battlefield.

"Your Highness, judging from what just happened, the Ninth Prince likely pursued the Blazing Heaven Guard before eventually making his way here."

At this moment, a middle-aged man beside Ling Tian, radiating an aura of slaughter and iron-blooded warfare, lowered his voice and spoke slowly.

Ling Tian sneered inwardly. His ninth brother was the Divine Son of the Nine Nether Sect; everything that had just happened was undoubtedly a carefully orchestrated plot by him.

His ninth brother had always wanted his life. Unfortunately, Ling Tian carried a treasure bestowed by Master—how could he be so easily plotted against?

As for that Dharma Aspect Realm treasure, he had long since secretly asked someone to deliver it to Uncle.

"Ninth Brother, it has been a while. I hope you have been well."

A seemingly warm smile appeared on Ling Tian's face.

Ling Xiao snorted disdainfully at this and replied, "Many thanks to Big Brother for helping us kill these remnants. Otherwise, who knows where they would have gone to stir up trouble and whip up storms again."

As soon as his words fell, the warhorse beneath him let out an earth-shaking battle roar.

Ling Xiao immediately continued, "Big Brother, I still need to head elsewhere to kill more enemies. You must take good care of yourself."

The instant he finished speaking, his gaze shifted slightly. He cast a seemingly casual yet exceedingly covert glance in a certain direction, then led the three thousand elite soldiers away at full gallop, swiftly vanishing from everyone's sight.

The moment Ling Xiao departed, a red-robed Old Man appeared above Ling Tian without the slightest warning.

The Old Man looked down from on high at Ling Tian, his gaze like one surveying ants.

At the sight, Ling Tian's expression changed drastically. He was secretly alarmed. An elder of the Yantian Sect!

Shouldn't they all be on the main battlefield?

After all, this was merely a secondary battlefield, where most of those fighting were cultivators below the Dharma Aspect Realm.

The main battlefield, meanwhile, was the site of massive clashes between legions and duels between Dharma Aspect Realm experts.

Later, because some Governors had dispatched troops here to suppress the unrest, rebellions broke out in their own territories. Left with no choice, they recalled part of their forces, increasing the pressure on the main battlefield. Could it have been breached?

"I, the Venerable, am Chi Teng of the Yantian Sect!"

"First Prince, dying beneath my palm can be considered your good fortune!"

Elder Chi Teng let out a sinister laugh. His withered palm abruptly turned scarlet, and the lines in his palm lit up with blinding magma-like radiance.

With a single palm strike, the air within a hundred zhang was instantly drained away, forming a terrifying vacuum. Before the palm wind even arrived, the rocks beneath Ling Tian's feet had already begun to melt!

Seeing this, Ling Tian did not dare delay for even a moment. He immediately controlled the remaining three Yellow Turban Warriors and rapidly fused them together, merging them with the Divine General that was originally ten zhang tall.

"Merge!" Ling Tian roared, his voice like a great bell resounding in every direction.

BOOM—

In an instant, golden light erupted like a raging torrent, blazing ten thousand zhang high and making it impossible to look directly at.