The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood Chapter 1262 - 1263: No Escape

"Yueyue, flee now while you still can!"

Through a mental link, Ye Mo warned her, recognizing that these three foes outmatched them in power. They were princes of the Dead Soul Royal Family, endowed with extraordinary talents. The black-armored warrior stood out most, as Xiao Yue’s Six Paths Halo failed utterly against him.

"Got it, stay safe!"

Xiao Yue instantly grasped the peril. She darted away with blinding speed, shielded by the two Mystical Immortal fairies summoned via the Profound Heart Technique, morphing into a lightning bolt and speeding toward a chosen path.

"Think you can escape?"

The black-armored man sneered with icy contempt, clenching his fist once more to make the space ahead of Xiao Yue crumble apart.

Ye Mo never expected such overwhelming might from the black-armored man. He swung his arm rapidly, unleashing a ray of brilliance that summoned the Dragonfly King Fiend plummeting from above to slam into the armored foe with savage force.

Simultaneously, the Gentle Rabbit Demon lunged at the pink-robed girl, draining its final spirit essence drop, while Ye Mo hurled the Immortal Cycle of Life and Death at Xuan Kui.

Two merged Array Formations plus a low-grade Divine Level martial technique erupted in near unison.

"Spirit Martial Camp folks have even grasped Intermediate Array Formations."

Gazing at the plunging Dragonfly King Fiend, a flicker of shock crossed the black-armored man’s features. But scorn quickly followed as he waved, summoning two Spatial Blades right before the fiend, targeted straight at its eyes.

At that intimate distance, even the Dragonfly King Fiend’s sharp vision offered no advantage.

Yet an astonishing twist unfolded. The Dragonfly King Fiend seized the two Spatial Blades and shattered them in a flash.

"Impossible!"

Shock flooded the black-armored man’s expression. He’d deployed this technique in his initial Intermediate trial, vanquishing the Dragonfly King Fiend effortlessly. Now it proved worthless against the fiend’s incredible velocity.

Meanwhile, the pink-gowned Eighth Prince faced an odd predicament. The Gentle Rabbit Demon’s strike packed immense force, amplified by its horrifying swiftness, leaving him struggling to parry.

Xuan Kui, the Seventh Prince, believed she’d outwitted Ye Mo, but his Immortal Cycle of Life and Death struck true, inflicting a sneaky wound.

Exploiting the trio of potent assaults to pin down their enemies, Ye Mo and Xiao Yue surged past the three princes, racing toward the Abyssal Boundary.

"Curse it, what’s wrong with this Wraith Formation?"

The Ninth Prince bellowed in fury, rippling the air with spatial distortions. Innumerable Spatial Blades materialized, engulfing the Dragonfly King Fiend and hurtling toward it with ferocity.

Rumble!

As Ye Mo and Xiao Yue soared onward, a massive blast echoed from behind.

"That was too close. If I hadn’t enhanced the Wraith Formation slightly, we couldn’t have held them back. Their power is overwhelming."

Fear lingered on Ye Mo’s face.

"Indeed, that black-armored one must be the Ninth Prince, the least powerful of them. The two women haven’t unleashed their full might yet."

Xiao Yue replied.

"Yueyue, why didn’t your Six Paths Halo affect him earlier?"

Recalling the moment, Ye Mo had to ask.

"Likely he wields a Soul Defense Immortal Artifact."

Xiao Yue explained, "Patriarch Six Dao mentioned my Six Paths Halo fails against certain individuals—those bearing a Soul Defense Immortal Artifact. It blocks not just spiritual assaults but Heart Spirit strikes too. When it touched him, nothing happened."

A Soul Defense Immortal Artifact safeguards the soul specifically. Worn by its bearer, it shields the Soul Sea and Heart Spirit. Weak Soul Cultivators can’t breach another’s Soul Sea then.

Shattering the Soul Sea destroys the Soul Body, killing the martial artist on the spot.

Thus, soul-attack specialists terrify foes, yet Soul Defense Immortal Artifact owners largely ignore such threats.

Though Xiao Yue’s Six Paths Halo isn’t purely spiritual, the artifact nullified it completely.

During their talk, they breached the Abyssal Boundary, entering Spirit Martial Camp lands.

"Halt, you two!"

A furious roar suddenly boomed behind them. Ye Mo glanced back to spot three silhouettes pursuing at breakneck speed, nearly spanning the Abyssal Boundary.

The Ninth Prince led, his black armor unfurling ominous dark wings that propelled him ahead, outpacing Ye Mo and Xiao Yue entirely.

"Dragon’s Chant Domain!"

Ye Mo activated the Dragon’s Chant Domain anew, golden energy expanding amid roaring dragon cries. Time’s flow slackened around the Ninth Prince, yet his velocity stayed alarmingly high.

"Die, you little pest!"

The Ninth Prince clenched fiercely, erecting layered space barriers around Ye Mo to seal off him and Xiao Yue’s escape.

His punch thundered out, shattering space as vast divine might shook primordial voids. Instantly, a colossal domain engulfed Ye Mo and Xiao Yue, space fracturing in cascades like a minor realm’s total demise.

Ye Mo and Xiao Yue sensed their forms on the verge of disintegrating with the void.

"Peerless Motian, shatter!"

Gripping the Blood Fiend Spear, Ye Mo stabbed with all his fury, cleaving the domain space asunder.

But the Seventh Prince Xuan Kui and Eighth Prince closed in too, trapping Ye Mo and Xiao Yue once more—even inside Spirit Martial Camp territory.

"That’s the Wraith Camp leader, and the middle one looks like Ye Mo."

"Ye Mo’s still alive—let’s rush back and inform Master Ye."

Nearby leaders witnessed the clash but fled instead of aiding, overawed by the princes’ terrifying auras. Rushing in meant certain death.

"Never thought you’d amplify the Wraith Formation’s strength; it even took us some trouble to dispel. Spill it—how did you do it?"

The Eighth Prince queried in a soft tone.

The Eighth Prince contrasted sharply with Seventh Prince Xuan Kui; he seemed mild and scholarly, akin to Little Cao, yet his viciousness matched hers fully.

"If I explain, will you spare us?"

Ye Mo countered.

The three princes ahead clearly puzzled over his Intermediate Wraith Formation, letting Ye Mo exhale in faint relief.

"You’ve got no leverage to bargain."

The Eighth Prince replied icily, "Reveal the method, and I might spare your cultivation base while capturing you. Post-war, you go to the Soul Master. Refuse, and we cripple you first, then deliver what’s left."