The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood Chapter 1251 - 1252: Demon Blood Wings

The troops pressed onward, quickly arriving at the deep chasm that divided the two armies.

Yet this abyss wasn't overly broad, spanning just around ten zhang. As Ye Mo guided his squad to halt at the chasm's edge, he noticed another force of soldiers and mounts positioned directly opposite.

In that instant, a wave of killing intent surged toward him from beyond the abyss.

"Haha, ants from the Spirit Martial Camp, who’s the leader commanding your forces this time?"

Laughter echoed from the other side.

Ye Mo narrowed his eyes and spotted a figure with completely purple skin perched atop a huge spider, arms folded across his chest. This had to be the infamous Eleventh Prince.

Ye Mo activated his Eye of the Divine Beast, instantly piercing through the foe’s cultivation level, which featured an opened Space-time Gate. Still, as a prodigy from the Wraith Land and the Eleventh Prince, it made sense for him to battle beyond his realm.

Furthermore, his deputy was absent this time; the prince commanded the group solo.

"Lord Snow Eagle!"

Standing atop Little Jing’s head, Ye Mo declared calmly.

"Lord Snow Eagle? Is that Li Murong’s son, the top genius martial artist in the Spirit Martial Camp?"

The Eleventh Prince sneered, his face twisting with murderous intent: "Looks like the Spirit Martial Camp is truly out of talent."

"Eleventh Prince, curb your arrogance. Today marks your end for slaying our seven leaders."

Qiu Yu soared ahead and bellowed coldly: "Check out what’s dangling from our command flag."

"Hmm!"

The Eleventh Prince’s brow furrowed as he fixed his gaze on the Spirit Martial Camp’s command flag, where a severed head hung. His features stiffened momentarily before regaining composure.

"Thief Fei? How could this be? They actually took down Thief Fei."

"Thief Fei wasn’t the strongest, but his speed was unmatched—even Fourth Space-Time Gate openers couldn’t nab him. Never thought he’d meet his doom here."

A Wraith Camp soldier exclaimed in shock.

"All soldiers, storm across the abyss, kill!"

With the Eleventh Prince’s command, his troops behind him roared savagely and surged toward Ye Mo’s position.

Suddenly, hundreds of Wheel of Reincarnation Realm powerhouses launched into the air like a ferocious gale, bridging the abyss in a deadly rush.

"Kill for me!"

Ye Mo gave the order too, though his velocity far outpaced his followers.

The moment his command fell, Ye Mo dashed forth, hovering over the abyss while forming seals rapidly. Fierce gales whipped up, bolts of lightning cracked, thunder boomed, ominous clouds amassed, and a blizzard unleashed.

Bang bang!

Explosions erupted everywhere around.

"Kill!"

Ye Mo bellowed, slashing his hand to unleash several Blood Fiend Spears through the air. Any enemy they struck perished instantly; their brutality almost terrified the Wraith Camp soldiers senseless.

Immortal Artifacts rained from above. Ye Mo swept them all into his grasp with one motion.

"How horrifying—who the hell is this guy?"

"Hurry, encircle him!"

A bunch of Wheel of Reincarnation Realm experts swiftly boxed Ye Mo in, aiming to overwhelm him with sheer numbers.

"Kill, kill!"

Spirit Martial Camp soldiers charged in as well.

"Yueyue, let’s take down the Eleventh Prince together!"

Ye Mo and Xiao Yue exchanged thoughts mentally.

"Okay!"

Xiao Yue summoned her Six Paths of Reincarnation Scepter.

Right then, the Eleventh Prince sprang into action.

But rather than striking, he pulled back, clearly plotting something sly.

"Ye Mo, this Eleventh Prince might be luring us across; there could be an ambush waiting. Their deputy still hasn’t appeared."

Xiao Yue warned Ye Mo via telepathy.

Normally, a deputy would support the main commander in combat, yet theirs remained unseen.

Though Ye Mo could opt not to pursue, he refused to let the prince slip away.

Ye Mo unleashed the Dragon’s Chant Domain without delay—golden radiance infused with draconic roars expanded from him, instantly trapping the Eleventh Prince and crushing him with gravity.

Layered with Time Law ripples, the gravitational force slashed his speed dramatically.

"What kind of domain is that? So overwhelming? Wraith Domain!"

The Eleventh Prince yelled, attempting to summon his own domain to shatter Ye Mo’s, only to discover it completely subdued by the Dragon’s Chant Domain.

Shock widened his eyes as he watched Ye Mo and Xiao Yue fuse into a black-and-white beam, pursuing relentlessly.

"You think you can nab me?"

The Eleventh Prince scoffed; his retreat had been bait, and now that they chased death, he spun around, gripping a Purple Longsword in reverse, and cleaved savagely at Ye Mo.

Instantly, a colossal Asura materialized overhead—the Dragonfly King Fiend itself.

The Dragonfly King Fiend emerged roaring, barreling toward Ye Mo with fury.

Ye Mo recognized this as the enemy’s Wraith Formation skill, unlocked via the Dream-entering Stone trial.

Ye Mo wasted no time. He activated the Chu Assassination Domain, shrouding the Dragonfly King Fiend and piercing straight through its eyes.

Roar!

The Dragonfly King Fiend howled in agony and dissolved away.

"This!"

The Eleventh Prince stood dumbfounded, unprepared for Ye Mo to dismantle his Wraith Formation so fast. Yet as the Dead Soul Royal Family’s Eleventh Prince, he didn’t crumble under Ye Mo’s prowess.

He shifted, unfurling enormous blood-red Demon Blood Wings. With a flap, ripples tore through the Dragon’s Chant Domain, shaking it violently.

Abruptly, huge blood-red Demon Bats screeched forth, morphing into a bloody flood surging at Ye Mo.

"Those are Demon Blood Wings—deploy your top defenses now!"

The Wraith Demon Emperor urgently messaged a warning.

Ye Mo froze briefly, caught off guard, but his Dragon Form activated instantly. He thrust the Blood Fiend Spear, wielding his spear arts at peak power to obliterate the demon bats.

Yet when Ye Mo’s spear met the blood bats, a horrifying force surged back through the Blood Fiend Spear, forcing him into a stumbling retreat. Dragon scales shed from his body.

"What in the world is going on?"

Ye Mo reeled in astonishment.

"Demon Blood Wings rank among the Wraith Land’s ten Great Soul Tools—they demand soul power to activate, laced with Wraith Energy for immense might. Each bat hits nearly as hard as your Peerless Motian."

The Wraith Demon Emperor explained rapidly.