In Emperor Land, within the Hall of Doom.
"What a battle utterly devoid of skill." Fang Yun gazed at the three grievously wounded Emperor Realm opponents and shook his head lightly.
Lion Dread Emperor, Windseer, and Ao Yuan wore expressions of grief and indignation.
All three had already given everything they had.
Windseer had been constantly consuming his lifespan to predict his opponents' attacks. But with so many Ancient Corpse Emperors, even when he foresaw their attacks and the other Emperor Realm fighters knew exactly where they would strike, there was nowhere to dodge. Every Ancient Corpse Emperor fought by trading life for life. The best they could do was counter at a lesser cost, killing a thousand enemies while losing five hundred of their own.
With the Golden Lion Giant Drum, Lion Dread Emperor could have held out longer, but Fang Yun had used sacred treasures to suppress it, preventing him from bringing its full power to bear.
Ao Yuan had even taken out the Pale Sundial and continually drawn on its power to strengthen himself. His strongest strike had killed a full five Ancient Corpse Emperors.
Even someone as powerful as the Demon Emperor could kill only three or four Ancient Corpse Demon Emperors with an all-out strike.
Yet the Ancient Corpse Emperors kept coming without end, their numbers always maintained at one hundred.
Besides those hundred Ancient Corpse Emperors, there were five Flesh Giants and Fang Yun's sacred treasures, turning the battle into a sprawling melee.
What left the three Emperor Realm opponents most helpless was that the Ancient Corpse Emperors were so numerous and constantly fighting at close quarters that, from beginning to end, only two of them had managed to unleash a Celestial Aspect Strike. All the other Celestial Aspect Strikes had been forcibly interrupted.