Chapter 1372 - 1372: Defection at the Last Moment

The vast and tumultuous army came to a halt, stopping in front of Brother Cheng.

Facing ten thousand alone is quite normal in the Cultivation Realm.

A difference of one or two Great Realms basically means different levels of beings, and in the Primordial Immortal Realm, where stars can be destroyed with a flick of the wrist, sheer numbers often have little significance.

However, when it comes to Yunmi Dao, it's another matter.

If Jiang Cheng's Holy Soul hadn't spread to them just now, allowing them to feel the Daoist Saint Level pressure, they probably wouldn't have stopped at all.

The white stone monument in the center slowly flew out.

Pitch-black mist spread, finally condensing into a peculiar figure with an indistinct face.

The Nether Race around him all bowed and lowered their heads.

Because this was Yimeng Daoist Saint, their leader.

The Nether Race, among the countless clans in the Primordial Immortal Realm, stands at the top as one of the great races, and certainly, there are more than just these people in the Land of Dao Extinction.

However, this branch of Yunmi Dao is considered one of the stronger ones.

Jiang Cheng could easily sense the powerful aura emanating from him.

Though dormant, it was unfathomable, like an abyss or the sea.

Ordinary Celestial Venerables and Supremes might even feel an increasing smallness and have the illusion that the other is the embodiment of heaven and earth.

"Invincible Daoist Saint?"

A clear and serene voice with an odd charm, absent of murderous intent.

And this Nether Race Daoist Saint seemed well aware of the situation here.

"I know you killed a few unseeing Daoist Venerables in the Supreme Divine Hall."

"So coming here alone today, what is it that you want to do?"

Jiang Cheng shook the sword in his hand.

"Of course, it's to fulfill your wish to start a war."

A slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Otherwise, wouldn't preparing for so long be in vain for you all?"

The atmosphere in the allied forces of more than a dozen clans was initially quite tense.

But after hearing this surprising response, they couldn't hold it together any longer.

This guy came alone, and he's here to start a war?

They thought he was here to negotiate or something.

Like discussing terms, asking them to withdraw troops, etc.

"Start a war?"

"He actually wants to start a war with us?"

"Did I hear him wrong?"

"Just one person?"

"Did he forget this is Yunmi Dao?"

If outside, where there aren't many powerful Daoist Venerables on the opposite side, a Daoist Saint invading a million people is possible.

Otherwise, with just a few at the start, the Ten Celestial Emperors wouldn't have turned the Primordial Immortal Realm upside down.

But here in the 'more people, more power' Yunmi Dao, with Daoist Saints here as well, can a single Daoist Saint really be so arrogant?

They began to doubt if the rules of heaven and earth had changed in Yunmi Dao?

Has it been altered so the fewer people, the stronger?

The Yimeng Daoist Saint gave up the notion of further conversation.

He issued a command towards the position where the Bone Race was stationed.

"Go up and kill him."

The Bone Race had three Daoist Venerables.

With the addition of over a million Shengyuan Red Cloud, that equates to combat power close to Daoist Saint Level.

Moreover, they had dozens of Supremes and thousands of clan members for support.

Killing a Daoist Saint without any augmentation should be no problem.

Yimeng Daoist Saint had previously studied Jiang Cheng.

Now, he found his research redundant, who would have thought this person would foolishly come alone?

Isn't this just delivering himself?

As a Daoist Saint himself, he didn't even want to glance at Jiang Cheng again.

Instead, he ordered other clans.

"Continue forward until the Ice Palace is flattened!"

"Roar!"

The allied forces of the various clans responded with thunderous agreement!

On the other side, the Bone Race also started moving after receiving orders.

The three gigantic Bone Race Daoist Venerables, like ancient fierce beasts, their entire bodies gleaming with purple jade bones.

Leading the Bone Race, like three moving giant mountains, they advanced unyieldingly towards Jiang Cheng.

Upon reaching Brother Cheng, the three Bone Race leaders suddenly stopped.

The light of Origin slowly faded, and the immense violent killing intent fully restrained.

"Sect Leader Jiang, shall we fight alongside you or stand back as spectators?"

The leading Bone Race Daoist Venerable was the former Golden-Winged Bone King, and the other two were also from the Lower Realm Ten Thousand Realms.

In the Primordial Immortal Realm over the years, they took root in Yunmi Dao.

Truthfully, Yunmi Dao is the place where Brother Cheng most likely encounters old acquaintances due to the large population.

Like other friends from the Lower Realm and the Ancient Immortal Realm, they knew Jiang Cheng killing from lower realms is typical.

Never did they witness him falter back then.

So this outcome, without a doubt, would still be his victory.

What do you mean there's a big difference in people in Yunmi Dao, and the situation is different?

That's true for others, but not for Sect Leader Jiang.

Moreover, Brother Cheng had shown them great kindness in the past; standing by him was only natural.

Brother Cheng waved his hand.

"Just stay back and watch me perform."

These Bone Race didn't join the Ice Palace, nor could they provide any combat boosts.

"Okay."

The leading Daoist Venerable with Golden Wings slowly retracted his azure bone wings.

The emotions of the Bone Race were not as vibrant as those of other clans.

Even this sudden change of allegiance proceeded calmly and quietly.

The subordinates of these three Bone Race leaders did not resist the order in the slightest.

To them, the commands of their three leaders held a priority higher than the Yimeng Daoist Saint.

A crowd of Bone Race members severed their connection with Ye Ling, abandoning Ye Ling's power signature.

Just like that, Brother Cheng suddenly had an army of over ten thousand Bone Race behind him.

"Hey, brother, don't hurry off!"

"The battle isn't over yet."

Hearing his call, the allied forces of more than a dozen clans, who had begun to bypass, halted.

The crowd began to stir.

"What happened?"

"Why did the Bone Race defect to the other side?"

"Weren't they just fine a moment ago?"

The Yimeng Daoist Saint, who was planning not to glance again at the doomed man, had no choice but to stop.

What he thought would be an easy annihilation turned out with his troops joining the other side.

The image he had of controlling everything now slightly collapsed.

Leading many from various clans who began looking at him.

"As expected, daring to come alone, you can't be without some arrangement."

The Yimeng Daoist Saint, as if not surprised, forced some respect back.

"I suspected someone had been bought by you."

No choice, his subordinates were a coalition of major clans, very complex.

As the leader, he had to keep an all-powerful image for stability among the restless army.

Brother Cheng innocently spread his hands.

"I didn't buy them!"

How could Yimeng Daoist Saint believe him?

If not bought, would the Bone Race defect to your side under overwhelming odds?

Do you take me for a fool, or them?

You must have offered a high price, right?

"The Bone Race wavering doesn't mean other clans will."

"Those you can buy are just fence-sitters like them."

He shrugged his mouth, waving towards another group upfront.

"You advance, obliterate him!"