Thirteen Powerful Emperors! Everyone Is Ready For Battle!

"Tear it apart!"

In an instant, Ye Bai tore through the fabric of reality, appearing right before Orion.

As he surveyed the tense faces surrounding him, confusion washed over him. Why did everyone look so grim?

"Lord, you called me back. What happened?"

Having left early, Ye Bai was unaware of the unfolding crisis. Yet, sensing the charged atmosphere, his expression swiftly turned serious.

"It's too late…" Orion replied, his voice heavy with urgency. "The enemy has arrived!"

No one had time to explain further, as the ominous presence was already manifesting. Moments after Ye Bai appeared, the sky above Chang'an City darkened with the arrival of the black-robed figures.

The scene was striking: more than a dozen void tunnels opened simultaneously, unleashing a cadre of men in black robes.

"How did they come so fast…" Orion's voice faltered, a wave of dread washing over him. Had it only been moments? These men in black robes had arrived in mere blinks of an eye, and they came as a unified force, shattering Orion's hopes of defeating them one by one.

Unbeknownst to him, the tracking mark, a gift from a formidable foe, had been crucial for the black-robed men. It not only pinpointed his location but also facilitated their swift traversal through space. Without it, they would have been lost amidst the vastness.

"This is it…" One of the black-robed men sniffed the air, his gaze honing in on Orion.

"What? Why is he just a Martial Emperor?" they murmured, momentarily stunned. Their objective had been a higher target, and they were baffled to find themselves confronting what they deemed a mere ant.

Confirming Orion's aura, their sinister smiles returned. The fallen commander had marked this Martial Emperor for death, and they were determined to fulfill that directive.

Orion and his companions exchanged anxious glances as the black-robed men materialized. Their initial fears were confirmed—thirteen powerful emperors stood before them, each a peak existence from the Upper Domain.

"Quick! Prepare to meet the enemy!" Xu Chu shouted, the first to react. Drawing his sword, he faced the hovering figures with unwavering resolve.

His command stirred everyone into action. From the Xuhuang Emperor at the forefront to the lowest-ranked Emperor Danlu Spiral, weapons were drawn, readiness palpable in the air.

The gathering was not limited to the powerful emperors under Orion's command; all major corps rallied at this moment:

Three Hundred Shadow Guards: Under Yingmo's command, they hid in the shadows, poised for action.

Yanyun's Eighteen Riders: Led by Luo Yi, they formed a small battle formation, prepared for a swift strike.

Three Thousand Tigers and Leopards: Commanded by Cao Chun, they advanced like wolves, fierce and disciplined.

Thirty Thousand Xuanjia Troops: Under Zhang Shigui, they stood sharpened and ready for battle.

One Hundred Thousand Dragon Cavalry Troops: Led by Yuan Zuozong, they assembled with precision and purpose.

Orion had gathered all the imperial-level combat forces at his disposal.

As the black-robed men surveyed the organized legions below, cold disdain flickered in their eyes.

"Ants…" one murmured, their voice echoing ominously across the battlefield.

Clearly, they regarded the assembled forces with contempt. The Dragoon Army, despite its might, was nothing more than a flick of the wrist in their view. This arrogance stemmed from their unwavering confidence derived from the upper realm.

However, they hadn't forgotten their orders. Among the thirteen, one stepped away to pursue the task of locating Orion.

The remaining twelve remained, their cold eyes fixated on him, intent on their mission to eliminate this Martial Emperor.

Orion felt the weight of their collective gaze, sending a chill down his spine.

"Fortunately… they sent one away!" he thought, a spark of relief igniting among his companions.

While the reasons for the black-robed man's departure remained unknown, the absence of one formidable emperor meant they had a better chance at survival.

"Yingmo, have you hidden the Empress of Zhou?" You Susu asked urgently, her eyes scanning for answers.

"Yes, she's hidden…" Yingmo replied, momentarily taken aback. "What do you mean?"

"Most likely, those emperors are here for the Empress of Zhou," You Susu stated, concern lacing her voice. "The one who left is probably searching for Zhou Linglong. If he finds her…"

Her words hung in the air, heavy with foreboding.

Yingmo nodded solemnly. "One more enemy could tip the scales against us. If the one searching for her returns, we'll be in dire straits."

Uncertain of their fate, both You Susu and Yingmo relayed their findings to Orion. In the meantime, Yingmo stayed close to Zhou Linglong's location, ready to inform Orion if anything changed.

Upon hearing this, Orion's heart raced. "I need to find Zhou Linglong before that black-robed man returns. If he gains reinforcements, our chances dwindle."

With thirteen powerful adversaries on one side and only eleven emperors at his command, time was not on their side. Orion steeled himself, determined to act before it was too late.