Chapter 986 Chen Ze arrives, the moment of decisive battle

On the battlefield, the situation suddenly changed due to Ji Chang's joining.

The Dagan royal army and the ten immortal sects' immortal cultivators, who were originally pressing towards Wanzemen like a surging tide, were disrupted by Ji Chang's powerful pressure.

The soldiers hesitated, and fear began to emerge in their originally firm eyes. The attack became timid and cautious.

And the disciples of Wanzemen, encouraged by Ji Chang, boosted their morale.

"Kill! Live and die with Wanzemen!"

They roared in unison, their voices broke through the clouds, and their originally exhausted bodies seemed to be injected with endless power and full of energy.

They gritted their teeth and burst out all their strength again, trying their best to supply spiritual power to the city defense formation.

Their eyes were full of determination and resoluteness, as if they wanted to vent their anger and hatred in their hearts on the enemy.

Zhao Yun and Zhao Wushan also felt the help brought by Ji Chang.

With Ji Chang guarding Wanze City, they can let go and fight at will.

The two looked at each other, and a trace of excitement flashed in their eyes, which was the fighting spirit of becoming more and more courageous.

Although the number of enemies was large and their strength could not be underestimated, they were not afraid.

Zhao Yun's eyes condensed, and he seized this sudden opportunity and thrust out with the spear in his hand.

A golden spear light was like lightning, instantly piercing the chest of an enemy warrior.

The warrior widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief, and then slowly fell down.

Zhao Wushan also seized the opportunity and displayed a storm-like sword technique.

The long sword was waving rapidly in the air, and sword energy poured down on the enemy like a rainstorm.

The enemies dodged one after another, but many were hit by the sword energy and screamed.

However, the strong men of the ten immortal gates were by no means ordinary people.

After a brief moment of distraction, they quickly adjusted their tactics and began to encircle Zhao Yun and Zhao Wushan.

At the same time, in the space of all things.

Chen Ze sat quietly on the futon, his eyes closed, but his face was not panicked at all.

He saw everything on the battlefield through the perspectives of Zhao Yun and Zhao Wushan.

"It seems that it is time for me to take action."

Chen Ze whispered to himself, his voice was not loud, but full of confidence and domineering.

As soon as the voice fell, Chen Ze's figure disappeared from the spot.

The next second, his consciousness descended on a clone.

On the chaotic battlefield, a figure suddenly floated up from the team of the Ten Great Immortal Sects.

The appearance of Chen Ze instantly attracted everyone's attention.

The strong men of the Ten Great Immortal Sects and the Dagan Royal Family looked up.

When they saw Chen Ze's plain face, they couldn't help but feel a sense of doubt in their hearts.

"Who is this man? What does he want to do?" Someone in the crowd couldn't help but whisper.

"Liu Shaojie, what do you want to do? Don't come down!" An elder of the Ten Great Immortal Sects opened his eyes wide and shouted at Chen Ze.

In his eyes, this was just an ordinary inner disciple of his sect, but he made such an inexplicable move at this moment, which was simply audacious.

Chen Ze's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a mysterious smile, and ignored the elder's scolding.

He slowly raised his hands, and the spiritual power around him began to surge slowly, seemingly weak, but with an elusive feeling.

"Hmph, playing tricks!"

The elder saw that Chen Ze did not respond, and became more and more angry. The light of the magic weapon in his hand flashed, and a fierce spiritual power attack shot towards Chen Ze.

This attack was extremely fast, cutting through the air and making a sharp whistling sound.

Chen Ze was not in a hurry, and gently stretched out a finger, seemingly casually pointing at the spiritual power attack.

In an instant, the fierce attack stagnated in mid-air.

Then it seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and instantly dissipated into nothingness.

This scene stunned everyone, and the strong men of the ten major immortal gates could not believe their eyes.

How could an ordinary disciple so easily resolve the attack of the elder in the Spiritual Realm?

"Who... who are you?"

The elder's voice trembled, his face full of fear. He realized that the man in front of him was definitely not the Liu Shaojie he knew.

Chen Ze did not answer. His eyes slowly swept across the whole scene, and finally fell on Zhou Qingyuan and Lu Wenhao.

"Do you think that with these means, you can break through Wanze City?"

Chen Ze's voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone, with an unquestionable majesty.

Zhou Qingyuan's face was gloomy. He stared at Chen Ze with vigilance in his eyes.

"Who are you? What is your purpose?" He asked slowly, secretly guessing the identity and purpose of this person in his heart.

Chen Ze did not answer directly. He just smiled lightly, then stretched out his hand and waved lightly.

In an instant, the atmosphere of the entire battlefield became weird.

A large number of high-quality spirit stones and formation flags appeared like flowers scattered by heavenly maidens.

The originally clear sky suddenly darkened, dark clouds gathered quickly, and a depressing atmosphere filled the air.

"Oh no, what does he want to do!" someone shouted in fear.

Just as everyone was confused, Chen Ze suddenly shouted, "Formation start!"

Chen Ze's voice was not loud, but it echoed throughout the battlefield like a huge bell, allowing everyone to hear it clearly.

The strong men of the ten major immortal gates and the Dagan royal family were shocked. They felt a strong deterrent from Chen Ze's voice.

This deterrent made them feel a sense of fear.

"Looking for death!" Zhou Qingyuan snorted coldly.

As one of the leaders of the ten major sects, he would not be easily frightened by a person who suddenly appeared.

The magic weapon in his hand instantly shone brightly, and he directly attacked Chen Ze.

Other strong men also reacted one after another, and they cast powerful spells and attacked Chen Ze.

For a moment, the sky was shining, and various spells intertwined together, forming a gorgeous scene.

But under this scene, there was endless murderous intent.

Chen Ze looked calm, and did not even look at the attacks coming towards him, nor did he have any intention of dodging.

At this moment.

In the team of the ten major sects, dozens of inexplicable figures flashed in the direction of Chen Ze.

The next second, their figures had appeared around Chen Ze.

These figures exuded powerful spiritual power fluctuations, and when they raised their hands, spiritual power shields unfolded layer by layer in front of Chen Ze.

The spells that attacked Chen Ze fell on the shield, but it was like a drop in the ocean, only splashing a circle of weak ripples, and then there was no movement.

Zhao Yun and Zhao Wushan were also happy to see Chen Ze appear.

They knew that with Chen Ze, the outcome of this war was doomed.

"Brother, it seems that we can relax a little." Zhao Wushan said with a smile.

"Yes, it seems that the master has prepared a back-up plan." Zhao Yun sighed, his eyes full of admiration for Chen Ze.

Seeing this, the strong men of the ten major immortal sects and the Dagan royal family were more and more shocked.

Judging from the aura of these people who suddenly gathered around Chen Ze, their strength was unfathomable.

"What is going on? Are these people all helpers of Wanze Sect? But aren't they disciples of my ten major immortal sects?" Lv Wenhao frowned, his eyes full of disbelief.

Zhou Qingyuan had a strong ominous premonition in his heart. Among these people, there were also disciples of Qingyang Sect.

He stared at those figures, trying to find a flaw in their familiar clothes and body shapes, but all he saw was strangeness and mystery.

The aura emanating from these people at this moment did not give off the slightest feeling of Qingyang Sect disciples.