I need to kill a few big shots, or kill more of them at once, Ye Futian thought. His eyes looked around the vast space and then in one direction. There was a battlefield over there. Two powerful existences were currently engaged in a heated battle.
One of them was the Holy Land of Taichu's Swordmaster of Taichu. The Swordmaster of Taichu had exceptional combat prowess. If he were eliminated, it would cause a pretty great impact. Succeeding the Swordmaster of Taichu, if he could further kill a few entities who had gone through their divine tribute, he could probably alter the current situation of the battle.
However, killing such figures did not seem easy as well.
What that in mind, Ye Futian's spiritual soul assumed control over the vast realm that dwelled within Shenjia the Great Emperor's body.
