The holy land of the top quasi-Demon Saint's location was furious. With a raised hand, a torrent of holy power engulfed the demon horse, blasting it tens of thousands of feet away.
Hiss!
The demon horse neighed to the sky, charging fiercely at this Demon Saint of the second stage of Manifestation.
Bang bang bang!
One demon and one beast fought fiercely, turning the heavens and earth dark.
In the end, the demon horse returned with a crippled leg.
The Demon Saint of the second stage of Manifestation was directly killed and devoured by it, transforming into its strength. This finally allowed it to reach the peak of a quasi-Demon Saint, its bloodline surging, ready to advance to the true Demon Saint realm at any moment.
Under normal circumstances, with the demon horse's arrogance, it would never have deigned to eat creatures of the demon race. Their stench was a torment, and they were nowhere near as delicious as dragons.
However, with the situation at a point of life and death, increasing its strength was everything. It could no longer afford to be so picky.
The demon horse's proud gaze swept across the surroundings. It was not satisfied, its battle intent boiling. It then set its sights on another powerful Saint.
That Saint had killed dozens of Golden Core powerhouses from the Zhou family and the descendants of the Ten Great Saint Generals. Due to a lack of their own Saints, there were no spare Saints to stop him.
The demon horse neighed, its powerful physique seeming to crush heaven and earth as it charged forward.
...
On the other side.
Xue Yi, the Grand Elder of Demon Suppression, and Wang Meng were also locked in a bitter struggle.
There was simply no way to cope with the sheer number of enemies.
Although Xue Yi's strength was formidable now, capable of fighting against those in the eighth stage of Manifestation, she couldn't withstand the encirclement and attacks of a group of Saints, especially those in the higher stages of Manifestation. If not for the astonishing combat power of her Nine Deaths Spirit Phoenix Body, any other seventh-stage Manifestation cultivator would have been surrounded and annihilated.
On the other side.
The Grand Elder of Demon Suppression was not faring as well.
His resistance was extremely difficult.
Fortunately, Wang Meng could help share some of the pressure, allowing him to barely hold on. However, judging by the situation, he might not be able to last much longer.
The enemies were endless.
They came like a tide.
Furthermore, the enemy Saints were too cunning. They directly used Golden Core and quasi-Saint realm cannon fodder to wear down their strength, while these Saints remained on the periphery, harassing and ambushing, making the Grand Elder of Demon Suppression want to vomit blood from frustration.
It wasn't just their location.
Every defensive line was precariously balanced.
"We should make a move!"
At every moment, powerhouses from the Zhou family and the Ten Great Saint Generals' descendants were falling.
Among them were many young people whom they had watched grow up.
Now, the elders were seeing off the young.
The three old ancestors of the Zhou family felt as if their hearts were bleeding.
"Let's wait a bit longer! The enemy Saint Kings haven't made their move yet, we can't act rashly."
"Alas!"
"I'm not waiting anymore. If we wait any longer, they'll all be dead, and what's the point!"
A hot-tempered Zhou family ancestor could no longer stand it. His Saint King aura surged to the heavens like a torrential wave, transforming into an incredibly terrifying storm that swept across the entire ancestral land of the Zhou family.
Boom!
He took a step, and immediately appeared on the battlefield.
With a single punch, a demon of the sixth stage of Manifestation turned into dust under his fury before it could even let out a scream.
"Heh heh, Zhou Qingtian, you old immortal are still alive! We've been waiting for you."
Whoosh.
It was as if the Heavenly River had overturned and the universe had collapsed.
A massive spear, shining with nearly eighty golden artifact patterns, emanated an overwhelming demonic aura, exuding a world-destroying power. It instantly pierced through layers of space, thrusting towards the body of this Zhou family ancestor.
"So it's you, Yan Ke the Old Demon! You're still alive. When the Ten Great Saint Generals purged the Jiuhua Realm, they didn't eliminate a tumor like you, allowing you to escape and further cultivate to the Saint King realm. Heaven truly has no eyes. Today, I will send you on your way!"
Zhou family ancestor Zhou Qingtian roared repeatedly.
Clearly, the owner of this spear and the Zhou family ancestor Zhou Qingtian were not strangers to each other; they were old acquaintances and rivals.
The Zhou family ancestor reached out and grabbed, summoning a holy sword burning with powerful holy energy. With a sweep of the sword, heaven and earth seemed to split in two. It blocked the attack of the demonic spear. The collision alone, with its residual energy, killed several quasi-Saints and dozens of Golden Core cultivators within a ten-thousand-foot radius.
Even a demon of the second stage of Manifestation was heavily injured, spitting blood, and fled in terror.
The might of a Saint King was truly terrifying.
Bang bang bang!
Both Saint Kings were somewhat hesitant to act. Fortunately, they leaped into the sky, shifting the battlefield. Only streaks of intertwined lightning, intermittently visible through the thick clouds, displayed the peerless might of the two Saint Kings.
"Alas, we should make a move too."
"Young Master Ling, please do as you wish."
The other two Zhou family Saint King ancestors also rose. Their aged bodies seemed to instantly revert to their youthful state, their backs straightened, their breathing even, and even their graying hair began to darken from the roots, as if returning to their prime.
Boom!
Boom!
The appearance of the two Zhou family ancestors immediately stabilized the precarious situation, turning the tide.
The morale of the Zhou family also surged.
But the good times did not last.
Three long roars shook the heavens and earth.
A colossal figure, pointing to the sky and treading on the earth, almost as tall as the firmament, strode from the horizon.
On the other side, a demonic figure was covered in eyes, each filled with an indescribable malevolence. A single glance was enough to drag any cultivator below the sixth stage of Manifestation into an endless demonic realm, turning them into demonic puppets.
There was also a powerhouse who had no demonic energy on his person. He carried a long sword on his back, appearing unremarkable.
Yet, this person's aura was extremely dangerous, even stronger than the demon and the other demon. The very space trembled beneath his feet, as if unable to bear his weight.
Sky Eagle Saint Demon King.
Demon Eye King.
Heavenly Arrogant Saint King!
The appearance of the three powerful Saint Kings immediately overwhelmed the aura of the two Zhou family ancestors.
"Sky Eagle Old Demon, Demon Eye King, you are all still alive! Good people don't live long, while calamities last a thousand years. Back then, when you followed Wan Zang Demon Emperor into the Jiuhua Realm, you were only at the high-level Saint realm. I never expected you to cultivate to the Saint King realm."
"You killed countless of our kin back then, and today you will pay with your lives!"
"Heh heh heh, Zhou Potian, Zhou Zhentian, you two old fellows are also still alive, aren't you? But you won't live much longer. With our four Saint Kings against your three Zhou family old ghosts, it will be a piece of cake!"
The Sky Eagle Saint Demon King's voice was piercingly sharp, his laughter shaking the heavens and earth, his demonic aura soaring.
The Demon Eye King's three thousand demonic eyes all rotated, fixing on the two Zhou family ancestors, Zhou Potian and Zhou Zhentian, appearing extremely sinister.
"If the four of us refine these three Zhou family old ghosts, perhaps we can advance further! A great tonic. Kill!"
The Demon Eye King licked his lips, his demeanor bloodthirsty.
As for the Heavenly Arrogant Saint King, although one of his avatars was severed by Ling Fan, he had not lost too much power.
His expression was arrogant, and he remained silent, looking at the two Zhou family ancestors as if they were two decaying corpses.
Boom!
The war between the Saint Kings was imminent, like a massive powder keg exploding, with rolling storms engulfing heaven and earth.
Ling Fan looked at the Heavenly Arrogant Saint King, then at the void above, lost in thought.
That day, he had sensed nine powerful Saint King auras within the Saint River of the Jiuhua Realm.
Even he, who had now opened up his own world and become an unprecedented cultivator possessing a world, had no confidence in facing nine Saint Kings while his world was not yet fully developed.
Now, four of them had descended upon the ancestral land of the Zhou family to deal with the three old ancestors of the Zhou family. This meant...
At this moment, there were only five Saint Kings remaining in the Saint River of the Jiuhua Realm.
He could not contend against nine Saint Kings.
But the number had been almost halved.
There were only four.
This might be an opportunity!
To directly raid the enemy's lair.
Ling Fan's eyes suddenly erupted with an incredibly sharp light.
If others knew of his current insane thought, they would likely be scared to death.
Others would flee at the sight of a Saint King.
He, however, was thinking of targeting Saint Kings.
And it was five Saint Kings!