The battle patterns on the eerie skull soon broke through the seventy-thousand mark, rivaling the Nine Nether Battle Will formed by the nearly two hundred thousand sect armies of the Daluo Territory.
"Mu Chen, how can you compare to me?!"
With blood streaming from his seven orifices, Lin Ming finally resisted the storm of thoughts deep within his mind and fully absorbed it, though his aura grew ever more chaotic and violent.
But his Battle Will had indeed reached the seventy-thousand-pattern level.
"Lin Ming, did you think you were the only one in the Northern Realm who could cultivate his thoughts?"
The slender figure standing before the orderly ranks smiled faintly at that.
In the next moment, a vast thought rose from his crown like a slumbering dragon awakening, shot into the clouds, and merged with the boundless ocean of Battle Will.
At the same time, the mysterious light patterns covering the Nine Nether Underworld Sparrow surged in number: eighty thousand, ninety thousand, and soon a hundred thousand Battle Patterns.
"A hundred thousand Battle Patterns?!"
Exclamations rang out across the world, one after another.
Because of the Fallen Battlefield, the Northern Realm's various sects had all been secretly cultivating their own Battle Will prodigies, and so they knew the ranks of Battle Array Masters exceptionally well.
If seventy thousand Battle Patterns were enough to dominate the Eighth Grade realm,
then a hundred thousand Battle Patterns could already contend with a Ninth Grade Sovereign.
One step beyond that lay a million Battle Patterns, on par with an Earth Sovereign.
Everyone gazed at the Daluo Territory's ruler with deep wariness.
Emperor Mu—what a deep-laid scheme!
"A hundred thousand..."
"So what? As long as I devour you, I can reach that level too."
Lin Ming's face darkened abruptly, but he did not panic.