The Battle Power of a Lord, Rushing to the Battlefield
In the depths of the Netherworld, upon the throne.
Qin Ming's eyes were closed, and the Eight Great Origin Daos around him roared in unison.
The Soul Grinding Disk was spinning madly at an unprecedented speed. More than four thousand World-Level Chaos Source corpses, along with a vast number of High-Level Chaos Source corpses, were being sucked into the millstone like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea.
Majestic life origin, Great Dao secret patterns, and Chaos Source essence were crushed and refined bit by bit by the millstone, transforming into origin that flowed out.
A portion of it merged into the Myriad Souls Banner's main body, repairing and strengthening the power of the Myriad Souls Banner itself.
Another portion flowed into the Netherworld Blood Sea, nourishing this Netherworld heaven and earth that spanned over a million Source Worlds and the Myriad Worlds.
"I've never fought such a wealthy battle before."
Qin Ming was delighted.
Before this, even after receiving the gifts of the Seven Lords, he had only obtained ten thousand World-Level corpses.
But now, following Lord Xing Mang, he had gained more than four thousand intact World-Level Chaos Source corpses in an extremely short time—and their souls too!
With only fleshly corpses, they could only serve as nourishment.
But with complete souls, they were powerful World-Level Chaos Source combatants!
Even as he was refining them madly, Lord Xing Mang was still slaughtering just as madly. With Lord Xing Mang's strength, anything he saw was killed in an instant!
His killing speed was far faster than the Myriad Souls Banner's refining speed.
Within the entire Source World, the Born Chaos Source Lifeform Legion had been forced into retreat again and again by Lord Xing Mang alone, already showing signs