Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor

In the dark space without any light, the shouting and killing sounds never stopped for a moment.

Countless piles of black ashes beneath the Fire Clan’s base proved how fierce the battle had been here.

Zhang Yifeng was breathing heavily. In front of him were three corpses with their heads cut off and their bodies distorted to the point of completely losing their human appearance.

From the white clothes worn by these three corpses, it can be seen that they are the three people who received Taiqing's orders to attack.

But at this moment, not only them, but also the three thousand dark warriors they brought with them were all buried here.

After Zhang Yifeng adjusted his breath, he turned around and observed the situation on the field.

Fang Han and Yue Fang, two of Su Yunshan's men, were now suffering from various injuries of varying degrees.

Even though Xuanyuan Li and Ji Dali cooperated well with each other, they were still injured after a tough battle.

Hua Manyu was intentionally protected by Zhang Yifeng in the back, so she did not suffer any injuries.

The Fire Tribe, which had less than a hundred members, suffered heavy casualties after this battle.

At least a dozen people died in the battle, and dozens were seriously injured.

The casualties among the people of the empire whose bloodlines were forcibly transplanted suffered even more severe casualties, to the point that only one in ten survived.

But after such a tragic battle, the benefits brought are also considerable.

Not to mention the remaining seven of the Nine Sons of the Cloud minus three, just these dark warriors who were thrown into the flames could greatly weaken the power of the dark space.

Now, all the darkness within the range visible to the naked eye has been eliminated, and light has returned to this land.

The Fire King was now standing beside a bonfire whose flames shot straight up into the sky, his eyes gleaming with brilliance.

Even though his side suffered heavy losses, in his eyes it was all worth it.

"Senior Fire King, aren't you going to calm them down?"

Zhang Yifeng came to the side of the Fire King and asked him in a serious voice.

I don’t know if it was Zhang Yifeng’s illusion, but the Fire King’s size seemed to be growing along with the flames in the campfire.

It’s a pity that the Fire King is now wrapped in flames, and Zhang Yifeng can’t see his true appearance behind the curtain of flames.

"Ok?"

The Fire King came to his senses and looked in the direction Zhang Yifeng was pointing. He saw a group of Fire Clan members collecting the bodies of their fallen clansmen with sorrowful looks on their faces.

At the same time, they tried their best to rescue the seriously injured and dying.

As the only belief of the Fire Clan, the Fire King is now obsessed with a campfire.

"Zhang boy, our battle with the Dark Emperor is bound to result in casualties."

"Besides, although the situation is very good now, I still need to concentrate on guarding against any possible attacks from the Dark Emperor."

"This bonfire is our last hope and we must not let it fail."

"As for them...the second before they step into battle, they should be prepared to sacrifice themselves."

The Fire King spoke indifferently, and his tone fluctuated only when he mentioned the sacrificed members of the Fire Clan.

But the Fire King quickly hid this trace of fluctuation, and his tone remained cold and indifferent.

If Zhang Yifeng had not been keeping a close eye on the Fire King, everyone would have thought that he had been replaced.

After staring at the indifferent Fire King for a while, Zhang Yifeng suddenly lost the idea of ​​communicating with him.

"I just hope that everyone's sacrifice is meaningful."

After Zhang Yifeng finished speaking, he turned around and went to treat the injuries of others.

The Fire King also said nothing, but just looked at the bonfire in front of him with hope, as if this was the only thing his eyes could accommodate.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Zhang."

A seriously injured and dying member of the Fire Tribe expressed his gratitude in a weak voice after being rescued by Zhang Yifeng.

It took half an hour before Zhang Yifeng and others finally healed the injuries of all the injured.

Looking at the Fire Clan members who had just recovered from their injuries, and the people of the empire who had been implanted with the Fire Clan's blood and gathered around the Fire King again, Zhang Yifeng couldn't help but shook his head.

"Yifeng, what do you think Senior Fire King is planning to do?"

Xuanyuan Li stood beside Zhang Yifeng, also looking at the Fire King.

"I don't know, but I always have a bad feeling in my heart."

"This time, the attack sent by the Dark Emperor is more powerful than before, but it is also within the limit of what we can bear."

"Everything here reveals a sense of urgency."

Zhang Yifeng expressed his views in a deep voice.

"But Yifeng, you can't guess what this Dark Emperor is up to."

"There are only four of the Nine Sons of the Clouds left now. I can't see until the last moment, and Tai Qing won't show up on his own initiative."

A solemn look flashed across Xuanyuan Li's eyes. His premonition was almost the same as Zhang Yifeng's.

"Well, but I think it won't be long before the final battle."

"The Dark Emperor is clearly intentionally controlling the time of his attack on us. Once the wounded in the base have recovered, the next attack will probably come soon."

"The thing I'm most curious about now is whether Senior Fire King has noticed anything."

Zhang Yifeng looked at the Fire King, whose eyes were fixed on the bonfire, and spoke in a serious voice.

Just when Zhang Yifeng and his companions were worried, in the Dark Temple in the sky, Tai Qing was reporting the results of the battle to the dozing Dark Emperor.

"Master Divine Ancestor, all the people sent out this time have been buried in the Fire Clan's base."

"All the dark warriors were thrown into the bonfire. It seems that they have not discovered our plan yet."

Tai Qing lowered his head and reported respectfully, but the Dark Emperor on the throne did not open his eyes.

As the power of the bonfire in the Fire Clan’s residence grows stronger, the dark power in the entire dark space is constantly shrinking.

This disguised power is equivalent to the Dark Emperor's power also gradually declining.

"Well... Taiqing, you did a good job. Arrange the final offensive as soon as possible."

The Dark Emperor's weak voice echoed in the temple.

The Dark Emperor himself, who was sitting on the throne, seemed to have truly fallen into a deep sleep, with even bursts of deathly aura emanating from his body.

"I will follow the orders of the God Ancestor."

Looking at the Dark Emperor who exuded the aura of death, a gleam of light flashed in Taiqing's eyes.

After responding, Tai Qing turned into black mist again and began to prepare to gather the last strength of the Dark Continent.

After this battle, the long-cherished wish of Lord God Ancestor will be fulfilled!

Just as Tai Qing was organizing the final offensive, a group of unexpected visitors arrived outside the Fire Tribe’s residence.

Everyone heard footsteps in the jungle and thought it was the dark warriors attacking again.

Just when he was getting fully alert, he saw a group of panicked and extremely haggard imperial citizens emerging from the bushes.

One after another, the common people of the empire appeared in everyone's sight, and there were at least hundreds of them at a glance.

"How is this going?"

Zhang Yifeng said in a serious tone.