God Emperor

Half-Saints of the Ministry of War were a little moved by her words, and looked at Bu Qianfan, wondering what he would do.

Bu Qianfan had known Zhang Ruochen very well. Therefore, he wouldn’t fight against Zhang Ruochen.

“Does the Ministry of War have to listen to you, evil demons and heretics?”

After saying this, Bu Qianfan transferred his Holy Qi to raise his halberd and jump up. Then he gave a hit with the halberd to Yin Xuanji, who was on the back of the dragon corpse.

Bu Qianfan had reached the level of Half-Saint. Together with his Immortal Saint Body, his power had become irresistible.

Other Half-Saints from the Ministry of War had to follow him, and attacked the Half-Saints of the Ancient Necromancer Race and the Ancient Ghost Cultivation Race.

Bu Qianfan had clarified it for them before that with their strength they could never defeat Zhang Ruochen. On the contrary, if they helped Zhang Ruochen, it might be plausible for them to leave the netherworld.

No one would like to be left in the netherworld to die. They had to try their best to survive

After they returned to Kunlun’s Field, they would then think about how to report this to their leaders.

Not only monks from Ministry of War, but also others from Black Market and other forces took out their saint weapons and displayed martial arts to attack the Half-Saints of the Ancient Necromancer Race and the Ancient Ghost Cultivation Race, intending to kill them all.

Zhang Ruochen stood beside Corpse River, and was kind of amused by this scene.

He was about to ask Ghost King Bloodmoon to fight Yin Xuanji and Feng Yinchan.

But unexpectedly, so many unfamiliar monks volunteered to stand by his side all of a sudden, and beat the Half-Saints of the Ancient Necromancer Race and Ancient Ghost Cultivation Race so hard that they couldn’t fight back.

Boom!

An elder Half-Saint of the Ancient Necromancer Race was hit by six saint weapons in a row. He couldn’t resist any longer and died at the side of Corpse River with his body badly damaged.

“Run, princess!”

Another Half-Saint of the Ancient Ghost Cultivation Race took the palms of three Half-Saints, in order to help Feng Yinchan to run away. He fell to the ground with his skeleton smashed into dust.

…

“Sometimes, even enemies can become friends in order to survive.”

Zhang Ruochen shook his head lightly, and came to know something suddenly.

If the Catastrophe were to happen for real, would all forces in Kunlun’s Field, no matter whether they were from the Black Market or Demonic Sect, be united to fight together for survival?

He shook his head right after.

Although humans could work together to face death, they were selfish by nature. The only truth was to rely on one’s own power.

Zhang Ruochen stopped watching the battle to study the Spatial Polar Wall above Corpse River.

Two Deity Prints were shown in his eyeballs as he operated his Holy Qi.

All spatial structures above Corpse River were shown in front of his eyes. The complex patterns interwove with each other like thick threads.

Before, seeing the unique spatial structure here couldn’t have enabled Zhang Ruochen to do anything about it.

Since he understood the spatial rules, Zhang Ruochen’s command of space had improved greatly. Hence, he stood at the demon rat’s head and began to cross the river very carefully.

It went well at first, but after he reached the middle of Corpse River, the spatial structure grew too complicated for him to deal with.

Zhang Ruochen failed the first attempt to cross the river, and had to return.

The battle had ended then. All elder Half-Saints of the Ancient Necromancer Race and the Ancient Ghost Cultivation Race had been killed, only Yin Xuanji and Feng Yinchan had ran away.

They didn’t hunt them down.

As long as they couldn’t return to Kunlun’s Field, they would have to die in the netherworld sooner or later.

Zhang Ruochen tried seven times in three days, and finally worked out how to cross Corpse River.

“We made it! We are back in Kunlun’s Field!” the demon rat screamed with extreme excitement.

Zhang Ruochen felt relaxed and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Then he rode the demon rat to go back to the netherworld across Corpse River to pick up Mu Lingxi and Blackie.

He had merely been attempting to cross Corpse River before. As it was of high risk, he didn’t take Mu Lingxi and Blackie with him.

Now that he had succeeded once, he became confident.

The demon rat grew into an almost 23 meters long giant rat. Zhang Ruochen stood on its head, while Mu Lingxi and Blackie stood on its back.

Other monks rode on corpses and followed Zhang Ruochen closely.

Zhang Ruochen had no special feelings for them. After all, all they ever wanted was to survive.

So Zhang Ruochen agreed silently that they should follow him to go back to Kunlun’s Field, and regarded it as a good experience.

…

Yin Xuanji and Feng Yinchan stood at a higher place, both seriously wounded.

Yin Xuanji was much more wounded than Feng Yinchan. More than half of his body had been crushed into pieces, and it was a miracle for him to barely survive.

They looked at people crossing Corpse River with anger and hatred.

“If I could go back to Kunlun’s Field, I would surely have Zhang Ruochen suffer in Hell everyday as a Corpse Slave,” said Yin Xuanji.

He had transferred all his hatred to Zhang Ruochen.

Only exhaustion and desperation could be seen in Feng Yinchan’s eyes, and she said, “Only we can never return. We’ll soon be dead in the netherworld.”

“We don’t have to be.”

Yin Xuanji pinched his hands into claws, and stabbed into his eyes.

He moaned with his body trembling and blood coming out of his eyes. After a while, he took his two green eyeballs out and held them in his palms.

The two eyeballs were like two green marbles covered by green flames, giving out two strong strands of ghostly Qi.

“These are Green Eye Blue Blood Marbles, the ghost weapons gained by my ancestors. I put them in my eyeballs to practice Blue Blood Scripture, but now I am afraid we have to spend them to return to Kunlun’s Field,” said Yin Xuanji.

Feng Yinchan gave a cheerful look, “We can return to Kunlun’s Field using them?”

“Yes.”

And Yin Xuanji added, “But it will cost us dearly. It’s our last chance, I would never choose it if we had other choices.”

“What would it cost?”

“We have to abandon our bodies and hide our saint souls inside the Green Eye Blue Blood Marbles to cross Corpse River and return to Kunlun’s Field. Then we have to borrow two bodies to resurrect. We would take great risks, and even the tiniest mistake would make our souls disperse.”

Feng Yinchan picked up one Green Eye Blue Blood Marble, and gave a determined look. “We have to struggle for even the tiniest hope. After we return to Kunlun’s Field, we’ll take revenge.”

Hua!

The saint souls of Yin Xuanji and Feng Yinchan left their bodies and flew into the two Green Eye Blue Blood Marbles.

Then, a ghost servant of Feng Yinchan took the two Green Eye Blue Blood Marbles to fly to Corpse River, and soon arrived on the other side.

Green Eye Blue Blood Marble was a ghost weapon in nature, and was distinctly different from saint weapons. Therefore, it wasn’t hindered by the Spatial Polar Wall.