Chapter 1591 One Vs. Eleven

"Hahaha... The number one prodigy of the Ice Flame Clan, well done. If that's the case, then the people from your three clans can play with him."

Mo Yan laughed loudly and prepared to watch the show, because in his mind, the final result was the same, and these people were just lowly races in his eyes.

Three people from the Corpse Clan, four people from the Yaksha Clan, and four people from the Rakshasa Clan, eleven people surrounded Ye Yunfan in an instant, and a big battle was about to begin.

The people from the Ice Flame Clan didn't dare to intervene at all, because this was a word released by the ancient demon clan, and they could only watch from the sidelines, hoping that Ye Yunfan would be fine.

"Ye Yunfan is a member of my clan after all. If there is any danger later, we will take action together." Qin Ningxue said to the few people through voice transmission.

"But Mo Yan is watching from above. If we take action, he will definitely take action as well, and maybe even attract more enemies.

After all, the ancient demon clan is so powerful that other races will listen to them?"

Song Qingyu said with great difficulty. He no longer had any prejudice against Ye Yunfan, but he did not dare to disobey the orders of the ancient demon clan.

"Do you think Mo Yan will let us go? If we are all going to die, we might as well fight to the death and die gloriously."

Qin Ningxue thought very clearly. These people would not let them go anyway. It would be useless for them to escape to any place after being ordered by the ancient demon clan.

Ye Yunfan did not say a word from beginning to end. He was observing the breath of the people of the three clans to judge how many threads of the law were condensed in the other party's body.

These eleven people attacked Ye Yunfan together, and their attack was a killing move, the corpse poison rule of the corpse clan, the evil spirit rule of the Raksha clan, and the night demon rule of the Yaksha clan.

Three terrifying attacks surrounded Ye Yunfan. Everyone was on edge. Only Song Qingyu had seen the power of his punch and still had a little confidence in him.

Ye Yunfan had almost figured out the strength of these people. Most of them only had about 1,200 to 1,500 law threads. This strength was just a chicken for him.

If Ye Yunfan used his current Dao strength to fight the enemy, even if he only had 700 law threads, no one here could beat him.

Bang...

He turned his hands over, and a purple flame appeared on the palms of his hands. The flame continued to spread from his palms to his whole body, and then began to spread outward.

Mo Yan on the hillside had a condensed look in his eyes, as if he saw the power of this flame. He was also looking forward to Ye Yunfan's performance next, whether it would bring him a surprise.

"Purple flame?" Qin Ningxue had never felt the power of this flame, which was really frightening.

"Flame God Palm - Heavenly Fire Tribulation!"

The palm that Ye Yunfan used was a move borrowed from Xiahou Yi in the earliest period, but after being improved and adding the flame rule, this attack was extremely powerful.

The endless purple flames expanded infinitely, and the huge palm blasted towards the sky.

Instantly, countless purple fireballs appeared above the cave, each of which contained the power of karma fire and carried the power of the flame rule that could burn everything.

Swish...swish...swish...

The countless purple fireballs above the sky attacked the eleven people in an instant, blocking all the various rule powers they had shot out.

Boom...boom...

After continuous collisions, the purple fireballs shot by Ye Yunfan collided with the rule power shot by the three tribes, and they could actually burn their rule power. After a few breaths, they were all burned out.

But these purple fireballs have not been completely exhausted, and they are still falling from the sky, like raindrops.

The eleven people immediately resisted, and each of them hit their strongest attack and blasted towards the falling purple fireballs.

Although many purple fireballs were defeated, there were too many of them, and each purple fireball contained the power of a peak attack from the Daoxu Realm.

These people could only resist and were completely unable to launch an attack.

The number of law threads in Ye Yunfan's body was several times that of these people, and the Dao was already more powerful. The power of each of his attacks could be divided into countless attacks.

After these eleven people were bombarded by a round of purple fireballs, each of them was more or less stained with these purple flames.

The power of the flame rule is like the corpse poison rule, which can continuously erode the human body, and these flames become more and more vigorous. The limited abilities of the people of the three tribes can't put out the purple flames at all.

"Ah... Why can't this purple flame be extinguished, my hand..." The Rakshasa people screamed in horror.

"Master Mo Yan, save me..." One of the Yaksha people's entire body was completely burned, and this terrifying flame rule made this group of people struggle frantically.

One of the corpse clan was very decisive and cut off his burning right hand directly, stopping the spread of the purple flame. Although he was seriously injured, he saved his life.

Then the others had no time to learn from him. Their entire bodies began to burn, and the speed of the flame spread far exceeded their imagination.

Mo Yan on the hillside was indifferent. He watched the eleven people, and only one of the corpse clan's geniuses was left. The other ten were all buried in the purple flame.

"What an interesting flame. It can easily burn the bodies of three people from the corpse clan, the Yaksha clan, and the Rakshasa clan. These three clans are known for their strong bodies."

Mo Yan also wanted to know what kind of flame this was, because he had never seen such a powerful flame before.

On the side of the Ice Flame Clan, all five of them were stunned, their mouths wide open, their eyes wide open, especially Song Qingyu who wiped his eyes repeatedly, feeling that he must have seen it wrong.

"Oh my god... Ye Yunfan is so strong? One against eleven? Easily killed?"

Song Qingyu said it in a low voice, and he covered his mouth and said it, almost laughing out loud. He was just bragging casually, how could he have thought that Ye Yunfan's strength was so abnormal.

Qin Ningxue was paying attention to the purple flame used by Ye Yunfan, which was extremely powerful.

"How could he have such a strong flame? This kind of flame can instantly melt the bodies of the three clans. No wonder his combat power is so strong."

Qin Ningxue was envious in her heart.

Shua...

A flashing demon appeared at the bottom of the hillside, grabbed forward with one hand, and pinched the remaining corpse clan member in his palm. The magic rule was slightly applied and the corpse clan member turned into ashes.

"Waste... What's the point of keeping you alone?"

Mo Yan walked slowly forward, looking at Ye Yunfan in front of him, and said with some amusement: "You are really good, you really deserve the title of the first genius of the Ice Flame Clan.

But if you want to escape unscathed, you must take this palm from me. In my world, only the strong are worthy of survival, and the weak are not worthy of living."