The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood Chapter 1258 - 1259: Fusion Array

"He is the son of the Soul Master, so it is understandable that you want to protect him."

Gazing at Hun Wuji, Ye Mo spoke calmly, "Should I encounter more nephews or sons of the Soul Master in future battles, just hearing their names might force me to restrain myself by three points."

"Hmph!"

With a cold snort, Hun Wuji declared, "Glib-tongued brat, you've made it obvious today that you want to settle scores. Very well, let's launch a leaders' chaos battle."

A leaders' chaos battle goes beyond mere army clashes; leaders sneak into foe camps to assassinate enemy commanders, slashing their overall power even further.

It proves far more savage than a standard duel. In a formal challenge, combatants face off openly and fairly, allowing a beaten leader to slip away if they seize the moment.

Yet in a leaders' chaos battle, soldiers play no role. Master-level commanders venture out to set ambushes, slay rival leaders, and cripple the enemy camp's might.

"What? A leaders' chaos battle?"

Li Murong clearly hadn't anticipated the leaders' chaos battle arriving so abruptly. Their plan had been for Ye Mo to claim a few more victories, slaying additional enemy leaders to build unstoppable momentum.

"Chaos is chaos—who fears who?"

Ye Mo let out a cold laugh.

"Hmph, I doubt your leaders' lives will last long enough for fun!"

Saying this, he grabbed Ao Zi and vanished instantly. All that remained was a streak of sword light hurtling away into the horizon.

"Ye Mo, have you lost your mind? The final showdown follows the leaders' chaos battle. Heavy leader casualties now would doom us in the ultimate clash."

A leader yelled at once, "Our camp holds just three demi-honored fighters right now, but they boast three demi-honored ones on the Blood Prison Battlefield, alongside the mighty Hun Wuji. Victory's impossible, and you still taunt them!"

"So you're saying killing a few more enemy leaders gives us a shot at winning?"

Ye Mo sneered, "They don't respect us one bit. Their so-called rules apply only when it suits them; otherwise, they're meaningless. Better to grasp a chance in the chaos battle—perhaps we can still reverse our fate."

Sequential fights drag on forever. Slaying multiple leaders in one day would let him harvest far more spirit essences.

"Ye Mo's blunt words ring true despite their roughness. They demand chaos, so let chaos reign. Dragging this out won't help our Spirit Martial Camp."

Li Murong stated coolly.

History showed the Blood Prison Battlefield's final phase often concluding this way.

Ye Mo's techniques now lay bare for all, particularly his conquest of the Soul Riding Heavenly Lion, which won over the leaders in his camp.

No commander dared belittle Ye Mo anymore.

The group headed back to camp, where Li Murong kept his word after Ye Mo's slaying of Zhang He, granting him two Books of Soldiers. Ye Mo and Xiao Yue claimed one each before diving deep into fierce cultivation again.

Every leader in camp slipped into cultivation mode. With the chaos battle looming, any fighter eager for battle needed to charge out, eliminate rivals, and claim Books of Soldiers.

Ye Mo had reached the Wheel of Reincarnation Fifth Revolution by now. Pushing to the Sixth Revolution demanded vastly more fearsome energy than one Book of Soldiers provided. Plus, its sealed spirit belonged to a mere demi-honored fighter, yielding just a single drop of spirit essences.

Breakthrough out of reach, Ye Mo shifted focus entirely to fusing formations.

Combining two utterly distinct formations would yield power beyond simple addition—a vital ace against Wraith Camp leaders.

At Wheel of Reincarnation Fifth Revolution, he could overpower those who'd unlocked the Fourth Space-Time Gate, yet chaos battles rendered that insufficient. This round saw all leaders clashing wildly; his involvement pulled Wraith Camp focus, possibly drawing packs of master-level foes to swarm him.

No breakthrough possible yet, Ye Mo turned to alternative ways to boost his power. Luckily, Xiao Yue fought beside him, letting them potentially ambush and evade Fifth Space-Time Gate openers.

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Night's hush blanketed the Blood Prison Battlefield, thick with boundless murderous aura.

On a level plain in the Spirit Martial Camp, the earth quaked suddenly as a colossal Demon Beast plunged from above, landing amid the fields. The Dragonfly King Fiend had arrived.

Unlike typical specimens, this Dragonfly King Fiend bore ceaseless air currents swirling across its form, etched with three Body Technique Talisman Seals that skyrocketed its velocity over tenfold.

Its original flaw lay in sluggish movement. Now supercharged in speed, paired with devastating strikes, agility, and perception, this Wraith Formation emerged as a true terror.

Thus, a fresh formation took shape.

Ye Mo next tackled fusing the second mid-tier array: the Gentle Rabbit Demon Array.

The Gentle Rabbit Demon flashed with blinding speed, nearly uncatchable, yet suffered from feeble strikes. Facing defensive experts, it stood helpless.

Ye Mo thus layered assault formations onto the Gentle Rabbit Demon's frame, massively amplifying its offensive might.

Ye Mo brimmed with assurance: at his present power, unleashing these dual formations would crush Ao Zi. Total annihilation might elude, but grave wounds were certain.

"Ye Mo, once the chaos battle erupts for real, stay vigilant. Your strength now handles Fifth Space-Time Gate openers, but the Wraith Camp's vast leader horde could overwhelm you if they focus fire."

Hong Ling cautioned.

Top-tier leaders seldom joined early fights. Merit came solely from leader kills, so they lurked, exploding in chaos to reap multiple victims swiftly.

"Heh, offending Ao Zi and taming the Soul Riding Heavenly Lion—you'll draw those princes hunting you to please the Soul Master the moment you emerge."

The Wraith Demon Emperor added.

Though the chaos battle pitted all leaders in a brutal melee, Ye Mo's role brimmed with perils.

"I suspect tomorrow the Wraith Camp sends hordes of leaders to raid our camp."

Ye Mo furrowed his brow. Venturing out right away spelled extreme peril. A swift further breakthrough seemed essential.