The Emperor Realm experts on both sides who had been observing the battlefield wore puzzled expressions. They continued fighting while watching Fang Yun and the peculiar gate behind him.
Some Dragons suspected it was the Conquest Gate, but it did not particularly resemble the Conquest Gate recorded by the Dragon Race.
Some Ancient Demons felt that it was the Teleportation Gate, yet it also differed somewhat from the Teleportation Gate described in Ancient Demon records.
However, no matter what it was, a secret technique that summoned such powerful forces had to consume an enormous amount of power.
Logically speaking, no matter how strong Fang Yun was, there should have been a limit.
Yet one Ancient Corpse Emperor after another launched suicidal attacks and died, while new Ancient Corpse Emperors emerged from the gate one after another. Gradually, both sides found it hard to believe.
Each Emperor Realm expert contained dozens, even hundreds of times the power of the Fifth Realm. No matter how much Literary Qi Fang Yun possessed, it should have been exhausted by now.
Yet Fang Yun remained seated there, drinking tea.
Ao Kang could not help moving closer and asking softly, "Your Majesty, may I have a taste of this tea?"
"You may drink only one cup. If you want more, pay for it." Fang Yun pushed a cup of tea toward him.
Ao Kang thought Fang Yun stingy. With utmost respect, he lifted the cup and took a tiny sip first, a puzzled look appearing on his face before he slowly drank it all.
He was a Black Dragon Emperor, a hundred zhang long, while the cup was merely an inch high. For him to drink tea was like an elephant drinking a drop of dew.
The many Emperor Realm experts looked toward Ao Kang, hoping