With the many Evil Kings of the Evil Spirit Clan dead, the Evil Spirit Clan army immediately became duckweed without roots. It looked like a sea of people stretching beyond sight, but what use was sheer numbers? Below the Life and Death Realm, all were ants. Perhaps by joining forces, they could kill ordinary Life and Death Realm Kings, but they could never kill four-star Kings, five-star Kings—let alone six-star Kings.
As if cutting rice stalks, swath after swath of Evil Spirit Clan members were instantly slain. Blood dyed the earth red, and each so-called swath numbered in the thousands, even several thousand.
"Who would have thought that True Spirit Continent could defeat the Devil Race, which was several times stronger than the Evil Spirit Clan, and even come here to save us?"
"Didn't you see? Sword King Ye Chen has become powerful beyond human measure. Even Yin Erosion Evil Emperor, as strong as he was, could not withstand a casual sword strike from him. Killing the other Evil Kings was simply harvesting lives."
"After this battle, Sword King Ye Chen's name will be passed down through the ages. By then, people will know only Sword King Ye Chen, not the Ancient Sword King."
In the eyes of everyone from Sky Sword Continent, Ye Chen was already equivalent to an Emperor-level King from ancient times. What was even more terrifying was that Ye Chen was still so young, only about thirty-six years old. What did that age amount to compared to a Life and Death Realm King's thousand-year lifespan? No—once one left the True Spirit Continent, one's lifespan could reach a hundred thousand years. Compared with a hundred thousand years, thirty-six years could practically be ignored.
At last, all the Evil Spirit Clan members had been slain. Corpses carpeted the