Chapter 151. Soul Soldiers from a Million Years Ago, the Might of the Nine Netherworld Emperor Flame!
Chu Feng walked deeper inside for a while.
Suddenly, his brows drew together.
His footsteps halted, and his body came to a stop in midair.
Seeing this, Jin Wuwei could not help asking curiously, “Master, what happened?”
Chu Feng let out a cold laugh, glanced back, and said indifferently, “There are some rat-like vermin lurking in the shadows, spying on us.”
“What?!”
Jin Wuwei’s pupils contracted. Someone was watching them.
“It doesn’t matter.”
Chu Feng’s expression remained calm. “It is only a pair of eyes. They only dare to spy in secret and do not dare do anything else. Let us keep moving.”
“Yes, yes.” Jin Wuwei suppressed the shock in his heart. In any case, if Chu Feng said there was no problem, then there was no problem.
They continued onward for dozens more li.
Then Chu Feng and Jin Wuwei arrived at a stretch of ruins.
This place had clearly once been incomparably prosperous. It looked like a Martial Arena, and the aura of battle and slaughter was especially dense.
All of a sudden—
BOOM... BOOM...
Waves of aura began to awaken.
“Master, there is something strange here!” Jin Wuwei said at once.
Chu Feng gave a slight nod. He had sensed it as well.
In the next instant—
On the ancient Martial Arena below, countless soul-like figures gradually began to condense into form.
“What is this? Soul warriors?!” Jin Wuwei looked carefully, and what he saw made his scalp tingle.
One after another, soldiers clad in decayed armor rose back to their feet, gripping sabers, spears, swords, halberds, and other weapons, their killing intent chilling to the bone.
These soul soldiers no longer had faces. Hidden inside their armor was nothing but a skeleton that looked as though it could shatter at the slightest touch.
One soul soldier after another awakened.
From a few dozen at first, their numbers swelled to several hundred.
Every soul soldier stood as straight as a spear, radiating a cold and murderous presence.
Then, that troop of soldiers slowly lifted their heads and looked toward Chu Feng and Jin Wuwei.
Jin Wuwei was seized by fear. The aura of these soul soldiers was terrifying, enough to make one’s hair stand on end.
Seeing this, Chu Feng raised a brow and said lightly, “Men who have been dead for a million years have actually come back to life?”
“No, that is not it. They have not revived. They do not possess any intelligence.”
“This feels more like they are being controlled...”
Under the operation of the Chaos Dual Pupils, no secret could remain hidden. In Chu Feng’s perception, these soul soldiers were being forcibly driven by a mysterious power.
“Any who trespass into the Imperial Palace shall die!”
“Kill!”
“Kill!”
“Kill!”
Suddenly, a voice that seemed to have come from a million years ago rang out across the Martial Arena.
The weapons in the hands of those soul soldiers began trembling without end.
“Hiss... what in the world is going on? How can this group of dead men still speak?” Jin Wuwei shuddered all over.
“They are only dead men. What is there to fear?” Chu Feng remained utterly composed.
At that moment, neither of them knew that after these soul soldiers appeared in the Martial Arena, terrifying soul soldiers had begun awakening throughout the entire treasury of the Nine Netherworld Great Emperor.
It was as if Chu Feng’s arrival had awakened something.
Meanwhile, the several hundred soul soldiers below Chu Feng stood in perfect formation, every one of them surging with killing intent so intense that it seemed ready to Devour people whole.
In the next instant—
BOOM!
Those soul soldiers attacked at the same time, their weapons sweeping toward Chu Feng and Jin Wuwei in a deadly encirclement.
Jin Wuwei’s pupils shrank as he shouted, “Not good!”
Then, with a thought, the treasure Jin Wanchu had bestowed upon him took effect, and a faint golden radiance spread over his body.
At that very moment, a soul soldier wielding a great saber charged straight at him.
Jin Wuwei met its pitch-black gaze, and in that instant, it felt as though he had plunged into an icy abyss.
BOOM!
The saber-wielding soul soldier slashed down directly, its momentum vast and overwhelming, as though it could destroy heaven and earth.
“So strong!”
Jin Wuwei was horrified. That strike felt like an Offensive Divine Ability he could never withstand.
Rumble!
What realm was Jin Wuwei in, after all? He was only in the Mighty Expert Realm, not even in the Self-Severing Realm.
This time, in order to give him the ability to survive inside the treasury, Jin Wanchu had specially bestowed a treasure upon him.
Because of that, when the soul soldier’s terrifying blade struck Jin Wuwei’s body, a burst of dazzling light erupted, and it failed to kill him.
Even so, Jin Wuwei now truly understood just how terrifying these soul soldiers were.
At the very least, they were in the Self-Severing Realm!
What kind of concept was that?!
Some random place inside the treasury of the Nine Netherworld Great Emperor—and there were actually several hundred soul soldiers in the Self-Severing Realm?!
What kind of joke was this?!
Then Jin Wuwei stirred his thoughts again, and the treasure on his body suddenly unleashed its power.
BOOM!
A beam of light shot out directly, carrying power equal to an Offensive Divine Ability of the Self-Severing Realm.
The light pierced through the soul soldier, instantly shattering it.
Seeing this, Jin Wuwei finally let out a sigh of relief. Thank heavens he had a treasure on him.
However, it was not long before an unbelievable scene unfolded.
The soul soldier that had just been destroyed by the treasure on Jin Wuwei’s body suddenly began condensing again.
“Hm?”
Jin Wuwei was completely stunned. It had not died?!
He immediately activated the treasure again, sending out an even stronger beam of light that obliterated the soul soldier once more.
Yet Jin Wuwei’s face turned even paler.
There was a price to pay for activating a treasure. It could not be used without limit.
Before long, that soul soldier condensed a body yet again.
The color drained from Jin Wuwei’s face.
“Why won’t it die?!”
While Jin Wuwei’s heart was filled with horror, Chu Feng, not far away, was being besieged by even more soul soldiers.
Chu Feng raised a brow and looked at them. Every single one of them carried the aura of the Self-Severing Realm.
One had to know that if this troop of soul soldiers were released outside, they would absolutely throw the entire Eastern Wasteland into chaos.
There was only one reason—all several hundred of them were in the Self-Severing Realm.
The Self-Severing Realm was already an extremely formidable level of existence, something rarely seen.
And yet there were several hundred of them here all at once.
If one thought about it a little more carefully, who was to say there were not even more elsewhere in the treasury of the Nine Netherworld Great Emperor?
Several thousand, or even tens of thousands, was not impossible.
Yet instead of fear, Chu Feng felt even more invigorated.
Because he could sense it—the Nine Netherworld Emperor Flame in his palm was lively and trembling.
Chu Feng was very familiar with this feeling.
Back when he encountered those Ancient Royal Clans, the Heaven-Patrolling Emperor Sword inside his body had trembled in exactly the same way.
This was a feeling of desire.
“Perfect. This is a good chance to test the power of the Nine Netherworld Emperor Flame.”
Facing the encirclement of several hundred Self-Severing Realm soul soldiers, Chu Feng remained completely unhurried.
BOOM!
Chu Feng stood where he was without moving, while the Nine Netherworld Emperor Flame in his palm suddenly expanded a hundredfold.
In that instant, Chu Feng’s entire body was wrapped in the Nine Netherworld Emperor Flame, as though he had transformed into a supreme existence bathed in it.
At that moment, Chu Feng was like the Nine Netherworld Great Emperor himself, returned from a million years ago after warring across the heavens and sweeping through the universe.
All of those soul soldiers stiffened.
They did not continue their siege. Instead, their movements slowed, and their skulls twisted slightly, as though they were actually thinking.
It was indeed bizarre. A group of soul soldiers with nothing left but skeletal bodies was somehow capable of thought, which was astonishing.
In the next instant—
“Die.”
A strand of Nine Netherworld Emperor Flame, capable of plunging all the heavens into annihilation, swept out directly.
In a flash, those several hundred soul soldiers of the Self-Severing Realm were reduced to nothingness.
Its power was terrifying beyond measure.