The Peerless Emperor

Although Lin Qian had issued the command before he roared, he still couldn't help but let out a shout.

This scene was far too similar to when he played games in his previous life.

In that game called the Fantasy Empire, not only were there nation wars, but one could also lead their trained generals to challenge various boss monsters.

Originally, control in the game was completed through brainwave commands, so controlling tens of thousands of generals and War Beast Generals to challenge boss monsters and the like was also very common.

Back then, Lin Qian would often unwittingly shout out loud, as if the generals and War Beast Generals he controlled were not just a cluster of data, but indeed living beings with real value.

Yet, whenever the siege on the boss monsters ended, Lin Qian would look at the unreachable final scores and clearing times, always left in a sense of loss.

Because those generals and War Beast Generals were not truly alive.

"Your Majesty, your servant is guilty."

"Please grant your servant another chance, I will definitely perform better, Your Majesty."

In his mind, these replies from the generals and War Beast Generals kept coming back, carrying tones of apology, making Lin Qian's emotions surge uncontrollably.

"Then execute him for Us!" Lin Qian's shout once again resounded in the cabin.

Lin Di and Yun Yan, looking at the content displayed on the screen ahead, were completely stunned, having never even imagined that such a mode of fighting was possible.

On the screen, the most powerful existence in terms of cultivation realm, the Black Dragon Silver Armor General Zhao Long, despite being just at the Ninth Level Peak of the Awakening Realm, had burst forth a battling power that had already surpassed that of a typical Transcendence Realm.

Even when fighting with an old transcendent like Yun Zhi, he still possessed the power to battle.

And this army of ten thousand at the Ninth Level Peak of the Awakening Realm was led by this exceptionally powerful general.

Lin Di had even closely observed Zhao Long's spear techniques...

They were too strong, he himself was not even a ten-thousandth of the opponent, and precisely for this reason, Yun Zhi, with his millennium of experience in the Transcendence Realm of Soul Martial, had absolutely no chance to exert his skills against his opponent.

The realm was so much lower than his own, yet the spear technique was so terrifying, rendering Lin Di completely baffled.

Besides this, other generals and War Beast Generals, under the command of his son, had erupted with an extremely terrifying level of coordination and understanding, demonstrating far greater power than their original realms.

Tactically advancing and retreating, their way of fighting clearly made Yun Zhi very uncomfortable.

Putting himself in the situation, Lin Di thought, if he faced this army of ten thousand himself, he would ultimately meet his demise.

A Transcendence Realm facing ten thousand of the Ninth Level Peak Overlord Level of the Awakening Realm not only had the power to fight but could even annihilate all the enemies.

However, within this group in the Awakening Realm, if there were also many individuals with extraordinary talent, far exceeding the normal realm, it would not be surprising for them to slay ordinary transcendent beings.

But Yun Zhi, having entered the Transcendence Realm for a thousand years, was definitely not any ordinary transcendent!

However, it was unbearable!

Yun Zhi, at this moment was also angrily roaring in his heart, what is the situation with this group of Awakening Realm Soul Martial Artists?

Not to mention the strongest one holding a spear, those wielding war blades, their strength was also frighteningly powerful, absolutely not the strength that Awakening Realm of the Overlord Level should have.

Furthermore, the azure being that was half-wolf and half-man, adorned with wings and a bird's head, was a surreal existence—neither completely a Soul Beast nor completely human. Its strength should not be underestimated, for its combat instincts were exceptionally outstanding.

However, what was even more troublesome wasn't just this, but every single person!

Those wielding giant shields, some of whom charged ferociously and head-on like unyielding rocks, would fiercely defend their own attacks.

Others who held long spears and halberds closely followed behind their peers to strike, and once they themselves were ready to counterattack, these individuals would rapidly retreat.

And when his attention was divided, those in the distance with longbows and huge bows launched fierce shootings at him, including soul power beams blasted from unknown locations.

Whenever he gathered his soul power, those wielding thin and heavy swords rushed towards him, their Sword Qi each containing different auras.

These auras would disrupt the soul power within his body momentarily.

It was merely a moment, but that was enough, enough to completely foil an amassed soul power attack.

Moreover, there were figures hidden in the black mist, appearing like phantoms and targeting his vital points; without being fully vigilant, he feared he would suffer.

If it were just this, Yun Zhi wouldn't feel suffocated, for he was, after all, a Soul Martial Artist of the Transcendence Realm and even a single blow from him would result in severe injuries.

Each time he hit some individuals and prepared to follow up for the kill, a teal sound would rush forward, moving the injured to the back.

At these times, a figure rising up like a person with a fish tail, seemingly from the Sea Clan, would transform soul power into pale blue bubbles, enveloping these people, visibly accelerating their healing.

Moreover, this existence, similar to the Sea Clan, could also transform its soul power into blue streams, washing over the distant injured to rapidly mend their wounds.

Even without accepting treatment from this fish-tailed woman akin to the Sea Clan, somewhat red bottles often appeared in their hands; they would bite open the caps and pour the red liquid into their mouths.

In the next moment, their injuries would heal at an astonishing rate.

With this, how could he continue fighting? At this moment, Yun Zhi felt as though he was battling a group of undying beings.

Even if he hastened to strike those healing women with fish tails, this group would muster all their strength to block him, and from the mountain peaks afar, terrifying soul power beams arrived as expected.

Yun Zhi's physical and soul power was nearing its end, and a sense of desperation gradually rose in his heart.

He had never battled such a group of opponents before, nor had he fought in this manner.

In his memory, battles were supposed to erupt with soul power, successful Elemental Weapon Armaments, displaying individual soul skills and combat techniques, and then determining the victor based on realms and other factors, right?

Buzz!

A tremulous buzzing sounded, and a glint of cold light flashed before Yun Zhi.

"A hint of cold light arrives first…"

Zhao Long's figure suddenly appeared before Yun Zhi, the power from His Majesty Lin Qian erupted within him, pouring into the Tailong Spear.

"The spear moves like a dragon!"

With a dragon's roar, Yun Zhi fell.