Chapter 110: Ye Ling's Military Identity, the Appearance of Samigina

"Simple, just get it done for him!" Ye Ling said in a deep voice.

The voice was crisp, without the slightest hesitation.

Hearing this, Long Lingxi and Li Xin were somewhat surprised.

But they still resolutely chose to trust Ye Ling, asking: "How do we do it?"

"Just borrow Xiao Wa's power." Ye Ling smiled slightly, a glimmer of white light appearing in his eyes; the next moment, a burst of Spiritual Power erupted violently, and his figure instantly vanished from where he stood.

At this moment, Ye Ling's body was covered in endless, strange radiance, carrying a majestic pressure—the very same strange pressure belonging to Ye Wa, that is, the cute little beast—which exerted a massive pressure on both the Demon Race and Humans alike.

In that split second, he had even charged right in front of that Eight-Eyed Warlock.

In an instant, the Eight-Eyed Warlock was completely bewildered, but alas, no one cared about its life or death, because none of the Demon Race could react in time.

And this type of Demon Race, specialized as mages, was completely useless in terms of physical body; it was not even as good as that Green Double-Blade Demon from before.

In this situation, there was no way that Eight-Eyed Warlock could play along.

In just a split second, a majestic sword momentum fell upon the Eight-Eyed Warlock; in just a split second, an incomparably terrifying light appeared; in just a split second, that Eight-Eyed Warlock's head fell to the ground, dead as could be.

This scene made those of the Demon Race feel incomparably horrified.

They hadn't even noticed the scene just now, and this Eight-Eyed Warlock was already dead.

Those of the Demon Race who still had some strength were fine, but those ordinary Demon Race members were cowed; these Mo Yan Shu Shi all used their eyes to determine rank.

Eight eyes represented the Fifth Rank.

And a Fifth Rank Demon Race member could not even last this long in Ye Ling's hands; it was truly terrifying. "It seems I don't need to worry too much."

Du Zi'e smiled slightly; his previous worries about Ye Ling had long since dissipated, replaced by satisfaction with him.

This youth was indeed a terrifying genius!

He would definitely surpass him in the future!

Then everything is OK.

Just as he intended to leave, he saw Ye Ling's position suddenly speak out: "General Du, I know you are nearby; don't be in such a hurry to leave, I have something to find you for."

Hearing this, a wave of shock could not help but appear on Du Zi'e's face.

One must know, he was a Sixth Rank, and as a Sixth Rank existence, he was hidden in the dark; how could he be seen by a Fifth Rank?

Moreover, one who had only just entered the Fifth Rank? But looking at it now, Ye Ling's certain tone meant he was sure he was definitely nearby; this was what surprised Du Zi'e, but he did not hesitate for a moment—being able to make Ye Ling call out to him was definitely no small matter.

"What is it?" He revealed his figure and flew rapidly toward Ye Ling's position.

Ye Ling's current state was not very good; of course, this was not because of a backlash, but because of the Eternal Melody on his chest.

The Eternal Melody had just turned slightly red, but it had no effect on Ye Ling.

But now the Eternal Melody was constantly releasing a strange light; it was not because it was absorbing external Soul Power, but seemed to have a sense of crisis. However, it could not speak at all, so it used this to remind Ye Ling. This situation fell completely into Ye Ling's mind.

As a Great Artifact, the Eternal Tower possessed an artifact spirit and was not even inferior to an ordinary Super Artifact; its sense of crisis was certainly not weak, and could even be called something extremely terrifying.

Ye Ling naturally would not relax.

Looking toward the sky, he already had quite a few guesses about the one coming here, and was even speculating that it was extremely dangerous. "General Du, can you transmit enough information to all the soldiers below the city wall?" Ye Ling asked: "I have a prediction, and this prediction is definitely correct; it affects the entire battle situation and all the duels."

"Not really, and my words do not have enough authority; if I speak rashly, it might delay military discipline, or even fail to accomplish anything."

"If you want to affect the next step of the battle, either Knight Chief Han Zhige must speak, or someone with a certain status must speak."

Du Zi'e explained.

"Have status?" Ye Ling was stunned.

It was already too late to go find Han Zhige or the other Gold Knights to speak.

Judging from the changes in the Eternal Melody, that trace of crisis and aura was coming very quickly: "If it is a Temple Head Candidate of the Temple, does that have this status?"

"Yes." Du Zi'e asked suspiciously: "But in this war, it seems no Temple Head Candidate is participating, right?"

"Of course there is." Ye Ling said crisply, then took out a token from his hand and immediately activated it; a beam of extremely strange light shot toward the sky—that was the power unique to the Knight Temple.

"I, Knight Temple Hall Master Candidate Ye Ling, issue a military order!"

"All retreat, temporarily return to the city wall."

Hearing this, Du Zi'e was instantly dumbfounded, not because Ye Ling issued this military order.

Well, there was indeed one.

But what left him most dumbfounded was Ye Ling's status.

Ah? Ah? Ah? Knight Temple Hall Master Candidate? Only Fifth Rank? Looking at this situation, I'm afraid he obtained this position and level when he was Fourth Rank? What kind of situation is this? All of a sudden, Du Zi'e's mind went blank, but no one answered his question, because Ye Ling had already rushed to find Long Lingxi and Li Xin, added his power to them both, leaped up instantly, and landed on the city wall.

And on the side, all those Yulong Pass soldiers heard this and did not hesitate; they did not know where this so-called Knight Temple Hall Master Candidate had popped out from, but they were very clear about their mission and duty.

Although a Knight Temple Hall Master Candidate did not have any real authority, the meaning they represented was not small; in a certain sense, they could fully exercise small authorities that only a Hall Master could use, so everyone agreed.

Only after going up did they start talking among themselves:

"What is the situation? When did another Hall Master Candidate appear in the Temple?"

"Yeah, we never received news? And why suddenly call for us to retreat?"

"I don't know! Let's go ask the Knight Chief."

The moment they got up, many people walked toward Han Zhige's position; such a military order that affected everything naturally made Han Zhige walk over immediately as well.

He asked: "What are you doing?"

"Why suddenly retreat in full? And not according to the original plan?"

Han Zhige was somewhat confused; as the highest commander for receiving the enemy at Yulong Pass this time, he didn't even know what had happened. In this level of... oh no, in any battle, this was the overall situation. It was extremely uncomfortable.

With this situation arising, it couldn't help but make the good-tempered Saint Knight Chief Han Zhige carry quite a bit of anger.

If he found the true planner and changer of this matter, he would definitely make that guy pay a price!

"Greetings, Saint Knight Chief!" Upon seeing him come out, everyone saluted him immediately, shouting.

Then someone asked: "Saint Knight Chief, when did a new Hall Master Candidate appear in the Knight Temple? How come we did not know of such a thing?"

"New Hall Master Candidate?" Han Zhige was confused: "In these two years, regardless of cultivation level, there has never been a new Hall Master Candidate appear in the Knight Temple."

The crowd was confused and recounted everything that had happened previously.

Hearing this, Han Zhige felt increasingly strange: "That Temple Head Candidate? What is his name?"

"His name is Ye Ling. Who is this? He seems familiar, but I cannot recall him immediately," someone replied.

Hearing this, Han Zhige was stunned. He might not recognize the others, but how could he not recognize Ye Ling? Just then, two pairs of Spirit Wings flickering with strange light slowly rose up, instantly attracting all eyes. As for the youth at the very front, the others might not recognize him, but how could Han Zhige not?

"Ye Ling!" Following his shout of the name, everyone's gaze gathered on that youth.

Their hearts could not help but surge with massive waves.

Hiss! This youth? Is he even twenty years old?

No way? Such a young Temple Head Candidate?

At this moment, they had deep doubts about the identity of this so-called Temple Head Candidate, and at the same time, they settled on an idea in their hearts.

Next, Ye Ling was finished.

In their hearts, Han Zhige had always been a man who did not smile easily. Perhaps it didn't matter in normal times, but if it were wartime and someone dared to act recklessly, once discovered by Han Zhige, there would only be one possibility awaiting them.

That is death! Especially this youth, who might even be playing around, having obtained a token from who knows where to act recklessly, perhaps even delaying the entire military opportunity! This situation was not simple; it could even lead to the rampant behavior of the Demon Race, or even cause countless people to die because of his actions! Therefore, no matter what the punishment was, it was deserved for him.

It was just that what they did not expect was that Han Zhige was not angry in the slightest, but instead stepped forward and asked earnestly: "Ye Ling? What happened?"

"How could you be driven to use this Knight Candidate authority? I remember you haven't even taken it out once in these three years."

Hearing these words, all the beings present were dumbfounded at once.

No way? Logically speaking, shouldn't you be moving to directly kill this youth who delayed military operations on the spot? What is this good-natured temperament about?

"Next, a powerful existence is coming to attack," Ye Ling said in a deep voice, his eyes cold as he looked at the sky: "Getting closer and closer, closer and closer."

Hearing this, Han Zhige was stunned and frowned slightly. There was no anger, nor was there any questioning. He knew Ye Ling's strength well and knew that he would not speak without reason.

He had originally intended to ask something, but at that moment, he felt a sense and looked at the sky in astonishment. Above the sky, a powerful gray aura was constantly exploding, like a meteorite, falling toward the ground below. The majestic pressure was extremely imposing, instantly causing the expressions of all beings present to change in shock.

At this time, they also understood that Ye Ling was not talking nonsense, but had truly seen something! But no one answered, including Han Zhige.

"Necromancer Demon God Samigina!?"

"I didn't expect he would really come!"

Han Zhige stepped forward, his expression firm. A shield flew out from his hand; it was a Sub-Artifact, an Immortal Grade token, which was the compensation given to him by the Knight Temple after his previous token was shattered. It was equipment obtained by combining the two.

In the next moment, a ray of light surged from the shield, instantly shrouding this place completely. With Han Zhige's cultivation of only the Eighth Rank, it was very difficult to activate a Sub-Artifact, let alone activate a Sub-Artifact to face the Ninth Rank, Fourth Level Samigina. In just an instant, the countless gray auras exploded violently against the light barrier.

The terrifying giant force descended completely, bringing with it majestic pressure, instantly causing Han Zhige to feel pain from the bottom of his heart, and blood spilled from his mouth.

With Sub-Artifact level equipment here, there was still such an effect; one could imagine the gap between the two of them.

"Oh?"

"I didn't expect that there would be such a clever existence within the Knight Temple."

"This perception is quite sharp. To be able to react immediately when this Demon God appears and use this to counterattack?"

"Not bad, not bad. If I swallow you as a subordinate, who knows, it might be able to breed a Ninth Rank Demon King."

Samigina's voice came slowly. A moment later, he walked out slowly, stepping on the void. His Spiritual Power erupted continuously, and that overbearing, terrifying strength spread out all around, filling the space. In just an instant, everyone felt as if their necks were being pinched by a large hand, unable to breathe.

Even Ye Ling had a feeling of difficulty.

As for Han Zhige, he looked at Samigina with great anger, his Spiritual Power expanding continuously, and shouted: "Fourth Pillar Necromancer Demon God Samigina?"

"Why are you here? Where is the Hall Master? Where are our two Divine Seal Knights?"

"Divine Seal Knights?" Samigina smiled slightly: "Your two Divine Seal Knights are indeed very strong. If they fought together, we would indeed have arrived here quickly."

"But unfortunately, Long Tianyin held on for half a month, fighting me and the Bear Demon God alone. After Long Xingyu arrived here, he had long since been recuperating. Although Long Xingyu's strength is strong, how could he possibly hold me off alone? He is currently in a fierce battle with the Bear Demon God."

Having said that, he smiled at the corner of his mouth and stepped forward. The pressure exploded again, and a gray pillar slowly flew out from behind him. That was the Artifact level Fourth Demon God Pillar, which was constantly releasing radiance.

"Perhaps they will be able to react soon."

"But before that, you will die first. Then we shall see how many resources you humans can spend to protect your Yulong Pass," Samigina laughed loudly and stepped forward. Gray-purple auras were released continuously, and the majestic pressure was dazzling, slowly descending.

Sensing this power, Han Zhige even felt a bit of despair.

If it were an ordinary Ninth Rank Demon God, Han Zhige would have countless ways to coordinate with the Holy Knight Regiment to kill him. But Samigina? No! Not at all!

How could there be?

At this time, he was incomparably desperate. He wanted to fight with his life, but he had no possibility of doing so, because this was an absolute crushing of strength.

Just at this moment, a Transmission of Sound reached his ears: "Senior Han."

"If you want to kill Samigina, I have no way, but if you want to repel him... I have a method."

(End of this chapter)