"The mist of our clan shall never disperse."
The general's domineering declaration officially announced the return of the Mingwu clan.
Summoned, the fog shrouding the Death Sea Domain swept over the Bright Star Sea Area like a tsunami, joining the devouring actions against the living beings of Mist Conceal Island.
This forr ruler of the Three Major Seas makes its reappearance today with an even stronger posture.
This is what the general referred to as: Anything is possible.
Next cos the resumption of the campaign.
As more and more black mist enveloped Mist Conceal Island, the general's roar shattered the clouds within a hundred-mile radius, and countless undead soldiers erged from the fog. The surfaces of their armor were flowing with tide-like dark patterns, gathering in formation around the outskirts of the island.
In the ruins of the ancient battlefield lying dormant beneath the sea, countless skeletal ships slowly surfaced, with bone-made rams at their prows wriggling like living creatures.
"General, the current domain layout is still unclear. We should decide on how to develop after a thorough investigation," the emperor's voice rang in the ears of the Mingwu General, brimming with war intent.
Upon hearing this, the Mingwu General's sharpness in his eyes slightly retracted.
Although the Mingwu Army had already undergone recovery, the mories of the clansn were quickly awakening.
But here in Monster World, even with the support of the Rule of Death, granting the Mingwu clan a strength surpassing that of the past, they must learn restraint.
Acting rashly would only lead to an inescapable abyss again.
At this mont, the sea surface suddenly split open, revealing a pitch-black fissure.
A giant ship composed of mist and bones broke the waves, with an elder in a shattering battle robe standing at the prow, his face like dried tree bark, yet his eyes burning with ghostly blue flas.
"General Ye Ming, it's been ages since we've t, and you still possess such impatience." The elder's voice was hoarse, lightly tapping his bone staff on the deck, imdiately causing a fleet of Mingwu ships to surface in the rear.
Seeing the newcor, a smile appeared in the general's eyes:
"Cang Hai, have your mories recovered?"
The elder called Cang Hai nodded:
"It seems our clan has won the war against the Wangyu Clan, and the Rule of Death imprint within must have been placed by the general."
"Not just you, but all of us."
With torrents of fog surging in, the sea surface exploded in succession, and several figures erged from within.
On the left, a bulky figure bound in chains slowly erged, with each step causing the sea surface to freeze into gray-white ice crystals.
This is one of the eight generals of the Mingwu clan, "Frost Prison," who possesses the "Ming Extre" strength within the Mingwu clan's cultivation system.
On the right, the mist twisted into the silhouette of a charming woman, her laughter like silver bells.
This is also one of the Mingwu's Eight Generals, the "Mistborn Lady."
And behind them, the seawater parted, revealing a giant beast ford entirely of pure black fog slowly rising.
Atop the giant beast, a foggy figure lazily spoke:
"My General Ye Ming, what mistake have you made to be reprimanded by His Majesty? And... just how long have we been asleep?"
With everyone's gaze focusing on the Mingwu Emperor, they all knelt on one knee:
"Your Majesty."
The Mingwu Emperor slowly raised its hand:
"Rise, all of you. This world is no longer the environnt we are familiar with, and our enemies are no longer the Wangyu Clan."
Speaking then, its gaze turned towards the deep sea, seemingly piercing through the distance to directly confront those lurking horrific presences:
"First, convene all the awakened clansn and rebuild the Mingwu Council. The upcoming developnt will focus on investigation and probing attacks."
As the Lord of the Eight Generals, General Ye Ming was about to nod when he suddenly sensed an ability wave approaching from afar, then abruptly turned to look towards the direction of the Death Sea Domain:
"It seems we won't need to explore; the force wanting to probe us has appeared first."
All eyes turned towards the direction of the Death Sea Domain.
An intense red cot slashed through the sky, tearing a burning fissure in the thick fog with brute force.
The roar emitted during its flight shook the sea surface, causing water columns to erupt continuously as if the entire sea domain trembled under its suppression.
Ye Ming's expression beca grave.
The arrival was enveloped in tangible Qi-Blood fiery flas, leaving in its flight path a blood-colored rift that lingered long, resembling a wound torn in the sky.
Zooming in, they clearly beheld the incoming figure.
It was a majestic being enveloped in boiling Qi-Blood, with copper-colored skin like ford from molten lava. Its muscle fibers intertwined like writhing dragons, each tendon emanating terrifying strength capable of shattering mountains and splitting seas.
Even each heart beat could cause the air to shake, the resulting shockwave instantly evaporating the passing seawater into mist. Most remarkable was the battle intent fla dancing within its pupils.
Just with Qi-Blood fluctuations alone, Ye Ming could determine that this guy didn't need any weapon.
For this body itself was the most formidable weapon.
The one charging was the champion fighter under the command of the Ancient God Race.
"Interesting, it seems during our long sleep, so interesting things have indeed erged in the nearby sea regions," the Mingwu Emperor comnted with a smile, also sensing the surging Qi-Blood.
"Let ." Ye Ming stepped forward, directly confronting the incoming figure.
The red cot charged straight on, with Ye Ming unyielding, and the Mingwu Emperor along with other figures voluntarily retreating.
They too wanted to witness the might of nearby sea forces.
The champion fighter's right fist, at this mont, was flung forth without finesse.
The resulting gale carved a thousand-ter trench in the sea's surface, and even before the punch reached, the island behind Ye Ming quaked in response.
Boom!
Ye Ming remained steadfast, letting the punch pierce through his chest.
Though the champion fighter's expression changed, for his fist felt like it had plunged into a viscous liquid, the struck part of Ye Ming morphing into flowing mist, instead coiling up along his arm.
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