1333 Eat a Flatbread to Quell the Fear (1/2)

The battlefield of the stars was meant for Great Saints. Here, they could wantonly unleash their supreme power without worrying that it would affect anyone down below.

Figures followed him into the battlefield.

Clad in the Nether King Armor with the cloak flapping loudly in the wind, Er Ha floated in midair, clasping the Nether King Halberd. Eight Great Saints of either One or Two-revolution had surrounded him, and their aura almost shook heaven and earth, bringing him tremendous pressure.

To Er Ha, this was a test of strength. After all, he was alone. The eight Great Saints could kill him by attacking him together.

His sharp eyes swept around him, and he was calm inside.

Earth Prison had way less Great Saints than Nether Prison, so in order to win the war, every Earth Prison Great Saint had to fight several Nether Prison Great Saints at a time. Otherwise, once the other Great Saints were free from any fight, it would be Earth Prison's disaster. That was why Er Ha had to stop the eight Great Saints around him.

He exhaled softly. All of a sudden, his eyes turned sharper.

The Nether King Halberd swept out, creating an arc-shaped air blast as he charged at the enemies.

The Nether Prison Great Saints stared at him coldly and moved in a flash as well.

A great battle instantly broke out in the battlefield of the stars, with Er Ha fighting eight opponents alone.

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On the wall of Imprisoned Dragon Pass, many Nine-revolution Little Saints of aristocratic families bit into their Fortune Flatbreads.

The flatbread was a weird one as it actually brought fortune based on one's luck. This kind of effect was very rare.

Crunch! Crunch!

The crisp sounds rang through the air on the wall.

On the Nether Prison side, many experts looked far into the distance and clearly saw what happened on the wall, and that baffled them.

”They're eating flatbread in the middle of such a serious battle?”

Many Nether Prison experts looked at each other and felt confused.

”If the people of Earth Prison are so stupid, they deserve to be wiped out by Nether Prison,” some Nether Prison expert said with mixed emotions.

All of a sudden, mighty auras exploded out and soared into the sky from the top of the wall. The auras of the experts who ate the flatbreads changed—the fortune gas had transformed them.

His laugh echoed through the air as he rushed into the battlefield. He moved so fast that he was like a phantom, and no one could stop him. In a twinkling, he had held up two Nine-revolution Little Saints and even seriously wounded one of them.

Boom!

A Little Saint of the Fire Demon Clan moved. Shrouded in flames that could burn everything, he flew toward the battlefield.

Meanwhile, an expert on the wall obtained a water-element fortune. He was surrounded in streams of water as if he had turned into a Water Demon, and his understanding of the water element had reached its pinnacle.

Rumble!

A water dragon rushed forward, caught the Fire Demon Little Saint, and threw him to the ground.

”Hahaha! My luck is very good!” An expert with long hair burst out laughing. His aura was climbing, and suddenly, it broke through the barrier of Nine-revolution Little Saint and stepped into the realm of Two-revolution Great Saint.

A terrible aura swept across the whole battlefield.

The expert, who had broken through on the battlefield and became a Great Saint, immediately soared into the sky and entered the battlefield of the stars to help Er Ha!

Er Ha was somewhat confused by the arrival of this expert because he never knew there was such a Great Saint in Earth Prison.

Those on the Nether Prison side were already stunned. They were somewhat dumbstruck as they looked at the Earth Prison experts who seemed to have been given some kind of drug.

Despite this unexpected turn of events, it still comforted them that Nether Prison still dominated the battlefield. After all, the foundations of Nether Prison experts were stronger than that of Earth Prison. As long as they persisted, Earth Prison would surely be defeated.

Suddenly, the eyes of Nether Prison commanders in the battleships went wide, and every one of them stared incredulously at the battlefield where the tide had changed in a flash. They were completely stunned.

In the battlefield, Earth Prison Little Saints distanced themselves from the enemies they were fighting, and each of them pulled out a steaming flatbread.

”Why are you eating during a battle? Are you looking down on Nether Prison?” a Nether Prison expert bellowed as if he had been humiliated.

”No… I just want to eat a flatbread to quell my fear,” the Earth Prison expert answered.

After eating the flatbread, the wisp of fortune gas entered his body, and the expert was struck by luck. In a flash, his cultivation base improved by several levels, and he killed the Nether Prison expert with a stroke of his knife.

Similar scenes were happening all over the battlefield. Those experts who ate the flatbread had become stronger by varying levels. Some had improved their cultivation bases significantly, and some Nine-revolution Little Saints had broken through to the Great Saint Realm.

Nether Prison was dominating the battlefield, but in the blink of an eye, the tables had turned. That baffled many Nether Prison experts and even someone from Earth Prison.

Ying Long was also confused as he floated in midair and watched many Earth Prison experts' strength skyrocket after eating the flatbread.

”Is that flatbread… some kind of a spirit pill or elixir? It can actually let a Little Saint's cultivation base soar in a flash and even give them a chance to step into the Great Saint Realm?”

However, Ying Long had no time to ponder further because, in shame and rage, Nether Prison had sent out stronger Great Saints. They wanted to crush Earth Prison with numbers.

”This is no place for you Nether Prison bastards to act wildly!” Ying Long's eyes were bright. He smashed the void hard with the butt of the Hollow Eye Staff, causing the void to tremble as powerful waves spread. Then, he strode away, lured the Nether Prison Five-revolution Great Saint into the battlefield of the stars, and fought him there.

With Ying Long's cultivation base, he naturally crushed the Five-revolution Great Saint.

Naturally, Nether Prison was unwilling to admit defeat, so two more Great Saints flew into the sky, one Seven-revolution and one Six-revolution.

These were the strongest Nether Prison Great Saints. The others were all Nine-revolution Great Saints, who were also the Patriarchs of the nine clans.

The Patriarchs seemed to be waiting for something. They floated in midair and looked at the battlefield down below with indifferent faces.

The battlefield of the stars constantly rumbled as terrible Wills of the Great Path collided and kept crushing each other.