Emperor Beihe's Intentions

"Just you lot!"

Lu Yunhe's face was full of disdain. When facing Death Sin Clan members or Aboriginals like these, he feared group attacks the least.

The weaker they were, the more greatly they were affected by his Soul Attack. Instead, the gap in strength between the two sides would be widened enormously.

"Eye of Primal Chaos!"

With a raised hand, he unleashed a Soul Attack. The Void Realm Illusion instantly seized the souls of the Great Generals besieging him.

Under the influence of the powerful Soul Attack, experts who had originally been comparable to Divine Generals instantly fell to the level of ordinary emperor-class beings.

"Get lost!"

With a single slash of Lu Yunhe's sword, the Great Generals surrounding him immediately fell into disarray, utterly unable to maintain their formation.

More than a dozen Divine General-level experts, if fully united, would have been enough to contend against an emperor-class expert.

However, more than a dozen ordinary emperor-class beings were nothing but crumbling clay before an emperor. They shattered at the first touch, and not one of them could withstand an emperor's strike head-on.

If they had been cultivators renowned for their realms, the disparity would have been even greater.

"Supreme, don't you know that the Chaos City Lord fears Soul Attacks the least?" Emperor Beihe sent telepathically, unable to stop himself from cursing inwardly.

The Thousand-Eyed Water Bead was not even on him. Why did Shi Fa the Supreme insist on stopping him?

While cursing, Emperor Beihe continued to wave out attacks, offsetting the endless dark aura surging toward him.

"Of course I know."

Shi Fa the Supreme snorted coldly. He knew the Chaos City Lord did not fear group attacks and had not expected his subordinates to stop him, but he had never imagined that the opponent would