C1181 Suppress the Ancient Capital of Mang Cang
C1181 Suppress the Ancient Capital of Mang Cang
With the support of the Life Formation, Mang Cang Grandmaster's strength had jumped by three levels. Although there were no changes to the Laws he had mastered, there were still eighteen of them. However, the terrifying power had already exceeded the scope of twenty-two Pseudo Saints, catching up to twenty-three Pseudo Saints.
At this moment, Mang Cang Grandmaster was in high spirits, looking down on everyone. He didn't put Yang Fann and his two clones in his eyes at all.
However, just as he was about to suppress Yang Fann and his two clones with a thunderous momentum, a sudden change occurred. A mysterious Wormhole suddenly appeared behind Yang Fann and the others. In an instant, Mang Cang Grandmaster's heart tightened. An extremely bad omen swept across his heart.
"No. . . No, I can't let anything out. . . "
Although he didn't know what was inside the Wormhole, there was a voice constantly telling him in his heart that he had to stop the birth of the ferocious creature in the Wormhole. Otherwise, he would be in great trouble.
"Rumble ~ ~"
Without any hesitation, Mang Cang Grandmaster didn't care about suppressing Yang Fann and his two clones. Instead, he struck his palm towards the mysterious Wormhole.
Mang Cang Grandmaster didn't hold anything back in this palm strike. It was as if he had unleashed all of his power. Even the slightly weaker First Grade High-level Holy Sovereign would be crushed by this palm strike. Wherever the palm strike passed, the surrounding space would be destroyed.
"Destroy. . . "
In a split second.
"Grug ~ ~"
A slender white jade hand stretched out from the Wormhole. It didn't make any big movements. It was as if it was slapping a fly. With a casual slap, a terrifying scene happened.
"Puchi ~ Puchi ~"
Mang Cang Grandmaster's terrifying palm force that could blow up a First Grade High-level Holy Sovereign was completely disintegrated.
"Ah. . . This. . . How is this possible? Mang Cang Grandmaster was extremely shocked. It was as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight. He could not believe what was happening in front of him. It was the real 23 Pseudo Saints. No, even the Twenty-Four False Saints, who were at a higher level, could not break his full-strength palm strike so easily.
Furthermore, that thing was still in the Space Wormhole. He was afraid that he had not even unleashed a single level of his strength.
This. . . This. . . What kind of monster was this?
At this moment. . .
"Rumble. . . "
A figure stepped out from within the Space Wormhole.
"Ah, Evil Spirit Yang Fann, another Evil Spirit Yang Fann! Mang Cang Grandmaster couldn't help but cry out in shock. All of a sudden, His pupils shrunk, as if he had thought of something terrifying. "Gulp ~ ~ ~ Could it be that he. . . Is the evil spirit's. . . "
As if to confirm Mang Cang Grandmaster's guess, the three clones respectfully said to the incomer, "This sovereign. " Mang Cang Grandmaster absorbed the power of the living beings. The three clones didn't stay idle either. Instead, they secretly summoned Yang Fann, who was cultivating in seclusion.
This was what the three clones relied on. With the help of their true bodies, not to mention Mang Cang Grandmaster, they wouldn't be able to defeat him. He only had twenty-two False Sacred Battle Powers. Even 30 False Saints would have to kneel.
"It's. . . It's true. Re. . . Re. . . Re. . . " Even though he had already expected it, Mang Cang Grandmaster still couldn't accept it when it all became reality. Of course, he was still regretting it. If they knew that the one who attacked the various empires was only the clone of the Evil Spirit Yang Fann, they wouldn't have taken the lead to deal with Yang Fann.
It was not rare to see a clone. Any Quasi-Saint would have thousands of clones. However, the strength of a clone was often much weaker than the true self. At least one Great Secret Stage warrior was weaker, and the more clones there were, the more powerful the clones were. As for the Evil Spirit Yang Fann. . . His clones had the strength of a Tenth Seven Taos Pseudo-saint warrior, so how terrifying would his true self be? Twenty-six False Saints, or even stronger?
Such a peerless expert, not to mention their Archaeopterygium, even the number one ancient kingdom in the Yangyun Domain, the Brightyang Ancient Kingdom, couldn't afford to offend it.
Very quickly, Mang Cang Grandmaster's body quivered and he regained his senses. Now wasn't the time to be shocked. He hastily put on a fake smile and said in a flattering manner, "Big! Sir, I am sorry. . . . It was a misunderstanding. All of this was a misunderstanding. . . "
"Die. "
Without saying anything else, Yang Fann's eyes flashed with killing intent and he struck out with his palm.
"Rumble. . . "
A terrifying Devouring Black Hole appeared out of thin air. The Heaven Devouring Earth Devouring Devouring Black Hole flew towards Mang Cang Grandmaster.
Yang Fann didn't use much strength in this attack, but even so, it was comparable to the deadly strike of a Seventh Grade High-level Holy Sovereign. If it was a fake Saint, he would have the strength of twenty Seven Taos Pseudo-saint warriors.
"Argh ~ ~ ~"
In an instant, an ominous sign of falling apart swept across Mang Cang Grandmaster's soul, causing him to let out a desperate cry before his death.
"Roar ~ ~ ~ The power of all living things, support!"
At this moment, Mang Cang Grandmaster's eyes were filled with madness. He no longer cared about what kind of impact it would cause to his people. He used all of his strength to activate the Life Formation, crazily absorbing the power of all living things.
"Ah, no!"
"Old Ancestor, I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"
"Ah! Mang Cangyu, you're going to die a horrible death!"
. . .
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The bodies of the tens of billions of Sovereign and Quasi-Saint exploded one after another, blooming with countless dazzling fireworks.
"Rumble. . . Rumble. . . "
Under the support of the boundless power of all living beings, Mang Cang Grandmaster's strength instantly broke through the threshold of 23 Pseudo Saints, and even began to rapidly climb up to 24 Pseudo Saints.
Unfortunately, it was just a last-ditch struggle. Under Yang Fann's terrifying black hole that was comparable to a 20 Seven Taos Pseudo-saint, not to mention that his strength had not reached the level of 24 False Saints, even if he did, he would only be a slightly stronger ant.
In less than a breath's time.
"Rumble. . . "
Mang Cang Grandmaster was completely devoured and suppressed.
. . .
"Ah, Old Ancestor. "
"Not good, run, run!"
. . .
The pillars of the Green Mang Ancient Clan that Mang Cang Grandmaster had summoned to stop the three clones had completely collapsed. They turned into rays of light and fled for their lives.
"Trying to escape? All of you stay behind. "
"Rumble. . . "
A terrifying mental energy that was no weaker than a Top-level Holy Sovereign swept out, instantly suppressing and sealing the six false Saints.
As the foundation of the Ancient Clan, these six men were great tonics, and the weakest of them was the weakest. All of them were at least ten False Saints. The strongest one had even reached fifteen Pseudo-saint Stage.
After suppressing the six Pseudo Saints, Yang Fann did not stop there. With a flick of his Divine Sense, he covered the entire Ancient City of Mang Cang, sealing all the experts above the Pseudo Saint level.
Ancient countries were ancient countries with a strong foundation, which was incomparable to empires. There were almost three hundred Pseudo Saint experts in total. Amongst them, there were thirteen people including High-level Pseudo-saint, who had seven or more High-level Pseudo-saints.
Of course, it was not the Ancient Clan, but many other powerful foreign races in the Ancient Capital.
Among these great clans, the strongest ones were only slightly weaker than the Emperor Clans of the various empires.
In the next moment. . .
Yang Fann waved his hand.
"Rumble. . . Rumble. . . "
An enormous fleet appeared in the sky above Archaeopterygium.
Half a year had passed, and it turned out that the Shining Sun Fleet had only expanded by ten thousand ships. The number of battleships had increased by half, almost fifteen thousand.
Not only that, the 2. 2 billion Army Of Yang Family had also expanded by more than ten times, surpassing the 30 billion mark.
During the past six months, the Army Of Yang Family had been recruiting soldiers every day. If it wasn't for the fact that the lowest requirement of the Army Of Yang Family was Four Stars Quasi-Saint, the number would have increased by tenfold.
Similarly, the number of top grade experts was also increasing. There were more than thirty thousand Perfection Semi-saint Perfection Semi-saints. Even the number of Pseudo Saint Old Ancestors had doubled, reaching a total of one hundred and six Perfection Semi-saints.
"Soldiers, follow me and kill them!"
"Hehehehe. . . My blade is hungry ~ thirsty ~ I'm going to kill to my heart's content today. "
. . .