Chapter 1568: Following Support

The white sword light and the red blood energy illuminated the darkness at this moment, and the terrifying aura raged wildly in the sky.

Everyone on the battlefield below, whether human cultivators or Barbarians, looked up at the sky, and the Barbarian Kings opened their eyes wide.

"This... impossible, absolutely impossible."

It was as if they had seen something unbelievable; let alone them, even the Great Saint Elders of the Yunluo Sacred Ground were full of shock at this time.

This is the aura of a Great Emperor, but how could a Great Emperor appear in the Iron Prison Pass?

At this thought, the gazes of the Barbarian Emperors and human Great Saints all looked toward the Iron Prison Pass, only to see a figure standing on the city wall at some point.

And Yang Qin, who was closest, looked at the figure on the city wall with his eyes wide open.

He recognized who it was at a glance and stammered.

"This... old... old alcoholic..."

Although Yang Qin didn't have much contact with the old alcoholic, he knew this guy; after all, he was too strange.

Appearing inexplicably, drunk all day, and loves to brag.

Originally, Yang Qin never took the old alcoholic to heart, thinking he was just some frustrated person, but now, you tell me this guy is a Great Emperor?

It was like seeing a ghost; no, it was more exaggerated than seeing a ghost.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, the sword light and blood energy in the sky canceled each other out and slowly dissipated.

And the Barbarian Emperor, shrouded in blood energy, appeared before everyone again at this moment.

Only to see drops of blood dripping from the Barbarian Emperor's right arm, and a not-too-deep wound appeared there.

Although it was only a superficial injury, the Barbarian side still had an ugly face.

The Barbarian Emperor was injured; how could this be possible?

As for the Barbarian Emperor himself, his gaze was fixed on the old alcoholic on the city wall, with a trace of fear and a trace of killing intent in his eyes.

"Who are you?"

There shouldn't be any human Great Emperor in the Iron Prison Pass, and this person had never been seen before; he was not one of the Yunluo Sacred Ground's.

The Barbarian Emperor, who had always been arrogant and contemptuous, finally had to face the old alcoholic on the city wall.

To this, the old alcoholic still looked drunk, drank the fine wine in his wine gourd unhurriedly, and smiled vaguely.

"Just a drunkard who happened to pass by here."

Saying this, the old alcoholic held the wine gourd in one hand and the sword in the other, walking in the air toward the Barbarian Emperor.

"This... are my eyes failing me? The old alcoholic is actually at the Great Emperor cultivation base."

"I saw it too."

"This, this, this... then before we..."

On the battlefield, some cultivators who were on good terms with the old alcoholic before had complex feelings in their hearts.

Although they didn't deliberately make things difficult or bully the old alcoholic, and even took the initiative to treat him to wine.

But they didn't tease him less on weekdays.

Teasing a Great Emperor; just thinking about it makes one's hair stand on end. If they angered the other party, wouldn't it be simpler for them to kill you than to kill an ant?

And even the sect behind them wouldn't dare to say a word.

The pace was not fast, but in just a few steps, the old alcoholic appeared in front of the Barbarian Emperor.

Staring at the sloppy old man in front of him, the Barbarian Emperor said in a deep voice.

"You are not from the Yunluo Sacred Ground."

"Hiccup, I didn't say I was."

"Since you are not from the Yunluo Sacred Ground, why do you want to wade into this muddy water?"

If possible, the Barbarian Emperor didn't want to be an enemy of this human Great Emperor; after all, this might lead to variables, and it made no sense.

It's just that hearing him say this, the old alcoholic took a big gulp of wine with enjoyment and said to himself.

"The wine in this Iron Prison Pass is not delicious, just one word, strong..."

Saying this, the old alcoholic finally looked at the Barbarian Emperor in front of him for the first time, his eyes slowly opened, and there was no drunkenness in his eyes, his gaze was sharp, and his tone was calm.

"The Iron Prison Pass is not just the Yunluo Sacred Ground's Iron Prison Pass, but the entire human race's Iron Prison Pass. You want to enter the pass, old man... I don't agree."

"You are looking for death."

Hearing this, the Barbarian Emperor punched out directly, thick blood energy condensed around his fist, and wherever it passed, space was infinitely distorted, and half the sky was dyed red by blood energy.

Facing the Barbarian Emperor's angry blow, the old alcoholic flicked his long sword, and thick sword intent wrapped around the blade.

The materialized white sword intent, like two dragons, coiled around the sword body.

"That's right, when I was young, I always told my few incompetent disciples: those who are not of my race must have a different heart. Since that's the case, why talk nonsense? Just fight."

The long sword collided fiercely with the fist light again.

This time, at the center of their collision, space collapsed directly, shattering like a mirror.

The Emperor War broke out instantly.

"What are you still stunned for? Kill them."

At the same time, on the battlefield below, the Barbarian Emperors shouted loudly; they didn't have the ability to intervene in the Emperor War, so they could only solve the battle in front of them first.

Hearing this, the Barbarian race launched a fierce attack again, and Yang Qin also rushed into the battlefield at this time, shouting loudly.

"Our human Great Emperor has arrived, this battle will be won, kill."

"Kill."

The two sides fought together again. It must be said that the appearance of the old alcoholic, although shocking, also made all human cultivators morale high.

Having a Great Emperor sitting in town and not having one are two completely different things.

Now that they have a Great Emperor, everyone's confidence in holding the Iron Prison Pass has increased by one point.

One night, just one night, the Sacred Ground's reinforcements can arrive.

Human cultivators fought hard, even though they were only one-tenth of the Barbarian race, they still blocked the Barbarian race outside the pass, not letting any Barbarian step into the pass.

On the other side, in the Wind Sand City closest to the Iron Prison Pass, more than an hour had passed, but the teleportation array in the city had been flashing with sky-high light.

The people in the city didn't know what happened, just felt strange about this.

"Why is this teleportation array always on?"

"Something must have happened."

"Could it be the Iron Prison Pass?"

"Possible."

One must know that keeping the teleportation array on for a long time consumes spirit stones like water. The Wind Sand City is just a small city and cannot withstand such consumption.

Everyone in the city looked at the direction of the teleportation array from afar, where the light pillar reached the sky, and outside the teleportation array, disciples of the Yunluo Sacred Ground kept walking out of the array.

They were all here to support the Iron Prison Pass. Great Elder Wang Lin stood in mid-air, looking at the array direction with a solemn expression.

Suddenly, seeing the Yunluo Sacred Lord and Li Zhengqing walk out of the teleportation array, Wang Lin hurriedly greeted them.

"Sacred Lord."

"Yes, this is Yuan Cang ancestor of the Dao One Sacred Ground, Peak Master Qin Shanhai, Peak Master Lin Potian, who are here to support the Iron Prison Pass."