Ye Yunfei then took eight consecutive steps forward, and with each step, another colossal dragon appeared behind him. Finally, the nine dragons merged into one, forming an even more gigantic dragon that soared through the sky, its draconic might shaking the heavens.
Furthermore, the ancient emperor, standing high above, advanced alongside Ye Yunfei's steps. The Nine Dragons Supreme Step overlapped with the Imperial Dao Divine Fist. At this moment, the intimidating aura radiating from Ye Yunfei was terrifying to the extreme.
The dozen or so black-clad individuals were completely suppressed, standing there trembling.
They felt tremendous intimidation from their physical bodies down to their Soul Bodies. There was no thought of resistance; even moving their bodies was incredibly difficult.
"What kind of techniques and martial skills are these?
It's too terrifying!"
These black-clad individuals were all Demigods with quite impressive combat prowess. Yet, at this moment, facing Ye Yunfei, the ancient emperor behind him, and the massive dragon soaring through the sky, they felt utterly insignificant and helpless, incapable of summoning any will to resist.
"I think there's a characteristic to the Golden Wheel Imperial Dynasty's inheritance: suppressing the opponent with pure momentum.
Whether it's the Nine Dragons Supreme Step or the Imperial Dao Divine Fist, both emphasize creating a powerful imperial aura to forcibly suppress the enemy, significantly weakening their ability to resist," Hun Lao spoke up.
"Indeed. Both the Nine Dragons Supreme Step and the Imperial Dao Divine Fist focus heavily on suppressing others with might, utilizing one's own energy along with the energies and laws of the surrounding world to conjure a domain brimming with imperial majesty.
Within this domain, all enemies are forcefully suppressed.
This suppression isn't just physical; it targets the Soul Body as well.
Perhaps even more importantly, it crushes the opponent's will, causing them to lose the desire to fight back in a short period," Ye Yunfei nodded in agreement.
"No good, we are absolutely no match for him."
At this point, the dozen or so black-clad individuals ahead had completely lost any confidence to resist Ye Yunfei. In their hearts, they only thought of submission or fleeing.
Ye Yunfei's fist slowly punched forward. The ancient emperor behind him also raised its fist, descending from above to slowly press down on the dozen or so black-clad individuals.
Ye Yunfei's strength was already far superior to these dozen Demigods. Coupled with the extremely advanced techniques of the Nine Dragons Supreme Step and the Imperial Dao Divine Fist, the dozen individuals had no chance to resist, being continuously blown apart and torn asunder by Ye Yunfei's fist.
With this single punch, Ye Yunfei killed all dozen-plus black-clad individuals.
A single fist killing over a dozen powerful Demigods!
"Too strong!"
The other black-clad individuals watching from afar twitched uncontrollably, their hearts pounding with fear.
At this time, Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm, Hu Miao, Huang Shang, the Nine Divine Beasts, and the Blood Clan Clone were also engaged in combat with the other black-clad individuals further away.
Although the enemies were numerous, each member on Ye Yunfei's side was exceptionally powerful.
The Nine Divine Beasts fought together as a unit, jointly propelling a massive wheel that rolled forward. Wherever it passed, none of the black-clad individuals dared to receive it head-on, scattering in avoidance.
Those too slow to dodge were directly crushed by the enormous wheel into pulps of flesh and blood, perishing on the spot.
Hu Miao constantly created illusions in the midst of battle, one after another. Dense clusters of illusions crowded the space around her like innumerable bubbles stacked upon each other.
Any black-clad individual approaching Hu Miao's vicinity would immediately fall into these illusions and be affected.
Meanwhile, Huang Shang constructed a vast ghost fence formation around his body. Massive, inky-black ghost walls floated up and down around him.
Each ghost wall was covered with densely packed, constantly writhing ghostly faces emitting shrill, spectral screams. Roiling ghostly mist sealed off a vast expanse of void, transforming the area into a veritable ghost domain.
And Huang Shang was the absolute master within this ghost domain.
The Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm continuously released streams of golden runes during combat. These golden runes combined to form various restrictions with different effects.
These restrictions served different purposes: some attacked, some defended, some sealed areas, others concealed, and some were purely illusionary...
So many restrictions left the black-clad individuals fighting him disoriented and severely disrupted.
The Blood Clan Clone was essentially a clone under Ye Yunfei's complete control.
Having refined and absorbed the blood essence of many Demigods, its combat power now far surpassed that of an ordinary Demigod. Wielding a long blade condensed from blood, each slash sent blood mist billowing.
An ocean of blood spread out from beneath its feet, causing the blood within the surrounding black-clad individuals to boil violently, even bursting through their blood vessels to spurt out.
"Good, everyone's strength has improved considerably," Ye Yunfei nodded, observing the battle scenes of Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm and the others.
During this period, not only Ye Yunfei himself, but his other companions had also been continuously enhancing their power.
Originally, these black-clad individuals were slaughtering the native beings of this world. But with Ye Yunfei and his group's intrusion, the attention of all the black-clad individuals in this world was now focused on them. They surged forward in an unending stream from all directions to encircle and attack.
"Ye Yunfei! Since you've chosen to be an enemy of our Great Netherworld, prepare to face its wrath!"
A black-clad individual emitting dense corpse energy strode forth, his face full of fury.
"What kind of dogshit wrath is that? If you have what it takes, show something real! Otherwise, prepare to die!" Ye Yunfei sneered.
His figure blurred. A long dragon materialized behind him, and in an instant, he appeared before a nearby black-clad individual. A single fist strike blasted this enemy apart. Then he took another step, another dragon appearing behind him as he arrived before another opponent.
The Nine Dragons Supreme Step not only possessed the intimidating aura to suppress enemies, but was also an incredibly profound movement technique with astounding speed and spatial teleportation-like effects.
"Brat, die!"
The last black-clad individual Ye Yunfei closed in on was relatively strong. Startled by Ye Yunfei's sudden appearance, he reacted with shock and anger, swinging a black long blade towards Ye Yunfei's chest.
Ye Yunfei didn't evade at all. He punched directly.
Clang! The black blade struck Ye Yunfei's chest without causing a single scratch.
Bang! Ye Yunfei's fist connected with the opponent's chest, instantly blasting him apart into a mist of blood.
Having refined and fused a batch of divine-level materials, the quality of Ye Yunfei's physical body had advanced by a significant tier. These Demigods simply lacked the ability to injure his physique.
In fact, even if Ye Yunfei stood motionless and allowed these Demigods to attack, they would still be unable to harm him.
"How is this possible?!"
Witnessing this, the other black-clad individuals were all greatly shocked and pale-faced.
"His physical body is formidable! Everyone, release your Corpse Slaves! Let the Corpse Slaves deal with him!" shouted the black-clad individual who had just spoken to Ye Yunfei from a distance.
This individual emitted the most powerful energy aura; he was the leader of this group.
Following his command, all the black-clad individuals immediately took out black corpse sacks, emptying out rigid, stiff corpses one after another.
Once poured from the sacks, these corpses immediately stirred into action. They rose into the air, howling as they charged towards Ye Yunfei.
The claws of each corpse extended long, black fingernails with sharp, hook-like tips, emitting dense streams of necrotic corpse energy.
Extending these black nails, they clawed towards Ye Yunfei, the friction against the surrounding space producing sharp, tearing sounds.
Swiftly, the space around them was shredded by the claws, creating numerous, dark spatial cracks.
"They call these ghouls 'Corpse Slaves.' Their bodies appear extremely tough. Be careful," Hun Lao warned.
"No need to worry. No matter how tough they are, they can't match the toughness of my physical body," Ye Yunfei said with a smile.
He then threw another punch, still employing the Imperial Dao Divine Fist. The phantom of the ancient emperor materialized behind him, raising an enormous fist to strike forward.
Bang! Bang! Bang!...
Even before Ye Yunfei's fist fully extended, the terrifying imperial pressure it generated had already sent many of the surrounding Corpse Slaves flying away.
Then, Ye Yunfei's fist collided directly with that of a Corpse Slave. With a bang, the Corpse Slave's arm exploded, followed by its entire body shattering into a sky full of black, mutilated flesh and meat chunks.
Then, Ye Yunfei strode forward, swinging his fists. Each punch shattered either one or several Corpse Slaves.
The bodies of these Corpse Slaves were incomparably hard; ordinary Demigods wouldn't dare trade blows with them. Yet, encountering Ye Yunfei, these Corpse Slaves gained not even the slightest advantage.
That was because Ye Yunfei's physical body had fused countless divine-level materials; its hardness was at least several dozen times greater than that of these Corpse Slaves.
When their bodies clashed with Ye Yunfei's, it was akin to an egg striking a stone.
"I don't think you need to shatter all these Corpse Slaves. Why not use your Soul Power Planet technique to read their masters' memories, obtain their necromantic cultivation inheritances? Then these Corpse Slaves could be used by you instead," Hun Lao suggested.
"A fine idea!"
Ye Yunfei nodded, then stirred his will, executing the Soul Power Planet technique.
Immediately, twenty Soul Power Planets shot forth from his Soul Sea, flying into the Soul Seas of five nearby black-clad individuals.
Given Ye Yunfei's current level of Soul Power energy, dealing with the Soul Bodies of these Demigods was far too easy.
In mere moments, the Soul Bodies of these five individuals were devoured and refined by Ye Yunfei's Soul Power Planets. Ye Yunfei then acquired their memories, all their cultivated techniques and secret arts, and could even control their physical bodies.
Ye Yunfei willed it. The Corpse Slaves of these five black-clad individuals immediately turned around, pouncing towards the other black-clad members.
"What's going on?"
The surrounding enemies were stunned. These Corpse Slaves should be controlled by their masters, yet they were now attacking their own side.
Ye Yunfei then directed his will again. Five Soul Power Planets infiltrated the Soul Seas of five other black-clad individuals, devouring their Soul Bodies.
"Be careful, everyone! This brat is using some sort of weird soul-based martial skill against us! He can take control of the Corpse Slaves!" shouted the leader when he saw this.
"Your caution is useless."
Ye Yunfei's figure flashed as he charged towards the leader, simultaneously activating Soul Sword and Formless Heart Sword to invade the enemy's Soul Sea.
This leader was a Perfect Demigod, with considerable strength. Unfortunately for him, he had encountered Ye Yunfei.
Ye Yunfei moved with the Nine Dragons Supreme Step. With each step, a dragon manifested behind him, generating ever-increasing imperial pressure. After nine steps, the terrifying imperial majesty completely engulfed the space occupied by the leader.
Instantly, the leader felt his heart quake and his courage fail, an urge to kneel and submit rising within him.
"Set up the Corpse Slave Grand Formation immediately!"
The terrified leader cried out desperately while retreating.
Immediately, swarms of Corpse Slaves surged towards Ye Yunfei. Following specific positions, they arranged themselves into a combat formation to besiege him.
Then, a black deity materialized above the formation, emanating billowing waves of corpse energy. This black deity extended a pair of claws, each with ten sharp, black, elongated nails, grabbing towards Ye Yunfei.
Ye Yunfei punched forward. The ancient emperor behind him swung its fist, a single blow sending the black deity flying backwards.
At the same time, over ten Corpse Slaves reached Ye Yunfei's side, swinging their claws to tear at him.
Ye Yunfei neither dodged nor avoided them. With a stirring of his will, the surface of his body radiated numerous golden dharma wheels, each spinning at extreme speeds.
These golden dharma wheels were numerous, densely covering Ye Yunfei's body like a garment of golden wheels.
Clang! Clang! Clang!...
The attacks of those Corpse Slaves were all easily blocked by this Dharma Wheel Garment, and the Corpse Slaves themselves were repelled, sent flying in all directions.
Then, many black-clad individuals also closed in on Ye Yunfei, launching frenzied attacks. Ye Yunfei did not evade, allowing their strikes to land on him.
Clang! Clang! Clang!...
Every single attack was deflected by the Dharma Wheel Garment on his body. Moreover, those attackers were all sent flying, repelled by the force.
The strength and quality of Ye Yunfei's physical body were already exceptionally high. Now, enhanced by this profound defensive technique, even standing motionless, the combined assaults of the black-clad individuals and Corpse Slaves could not harm him in the slightest.
"How... how is this possible?!"
Their attacks not only failing to injure Ye Yunfei but rebounding to send themselves flying left the black-clad individuals dumbstruck, unable to believe their eyes.
In mere moments, dozens of black-clad individuals and dozens of Corpse Slaves were sent flying.
Each of these dozens of black-clad individuals was a Demigod. But to Ye Yunfei, these Demigods were now extremely weak; he could defeat them with a mere flick of his hand!
Then, utilizing the Nine Dragons Supreme Step, Ye Yunfei chased after the leader. With each step he took, a new dragon was born, and the generated suppressing pressure intensified.
After nine steps, the terrifying imperial pressure had paled the leader's face. Ye Yunfei then executed the Imperial Dao Divine Fist, throwing a punch towards his opponent.
"Impossible! Brat, your strength has reached such a level!"
The leader was both shocked and furious at the combat power Ye Yunfei displayed, unable to accept it.
He was a Perfect Demigod, even a Nine-Nine Return to True Immortal level Perfect Demigod. Yet, facing Ye Yunfei, he felt utterly powerless.
"I beseech the Corpse God!"
The leader retreated with all his might, roaring out the invocation.