Facing the siege of nine powerful Saint Realm experts, Ling Fan's expression remained unchanged, but the complexions of Lan Xueyi and the Great Elder of Zhenmo behind him turned grim.
After all, these were the absolute elites of the three great holy lands. The saints who had died earlier were the weakest among them.
Each of these nine individuals possessed strength that surpassed the fifth stage of the Manifestation Saint Realm. After all, only those with formidable power could survive at the uppermost reaches of the Martial Continent's Sacred River.
"Young Master Ling, this old man will assist you!"
The Great Elder of Zhenmo struggled to rise, intending to help Ling Fan.
Xueyi, with a resolute expression, forced herself to stand despite her severe injuries, her body trembling.
However, Ling Fan waved his hand backward. An irresistible force swept up Xueyi and the Great Elder of Zhenmo, sending them safely far away to avoid being caught in the ensuing battle.
Even with his recent surge in strength, Ling Fan felt an immense weight in his heart when facing the combined assault of nine Saint Realm experts. He realized this was an unprecedentedly difficult and arduous battle.
"You two protect yourselves and don't distract me. I will slay these nine!"
Ling Fan declared.
With that, he faced the nine Saint Realm experts, not retreating but advancing, initiating the attack himself.
"Such audacity! Do you truly believe yourself invincible? A mere peak Golden Core, no matter how monstrous your talent, what can you achieve against us?"
The nine Saint Realm experts were enraged.
They had roamed the Martial Continent for hundreds, even thousands, of years, wielding the power of life and death over billions of beings. They enjoyed supreme wealth and status, revered by all. When had they ever been so humiliated by a junior?
This was an unbearable disgrace.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The Divine Wind Holy Master's eyes widened, his killing intent filling the air. His towering physique suddenly unleashed a terrifying storm, making him appear as a god of storms. With boundless, violent power at his command, he effortlessly conjured a fearsome long spear from the tempest.
Before this spear, even Ling Fan, whose Nirvana Tribulation Body had undergone further transformation, felt a bone-chilling cold despite his incredible physical resilience. If struck by this Storm God Spear, he feared he would be impaled.
This spear was the trump card the Divine Wind Holy Master had meticulously cultivated, intended for a showdown with the Holy Masters of the other two great holy lands. But now, in his fury, he would not hold back, intending to kill Ling Fan instantly and seize the immense benefits he possessed.
"Spear of Storms, Pierce the Heavens!"
Swish!
The Divine Wind Holy Master twisted his body abruptly, gripping the Storm Spear and hurling it forward. It instantly pierced through layers of space, shooting towards Ling Fan. The Sacred River water itself was suppressed by the spear, forming a depression as it rapidly approached.
The moment the Divine Wind Holy Master attacked, the other eight Saint Realm experts did not hesitate. Almost simultaneously, they unleashed their own powerful killing moves.
This was no longer the situation from moments ago when they had jointly attacked Lan Xueyi and the Great Elder of Zhenmo.
Back then, although they had attacked together, they had held back, intending to conserve their strength for the eventual contest for control of the Martial Continent's Sacred River.
But now, they could no longer afford to hold back.
Ling Fan's pressure on them was too immense.
They realized that without killing Ling Fan, they could never surpass him to seize control of the Sacred River.
"Supreme Sword Art, Sword Washes the Firmament!"
A Saint Realm expert from the Flying Star Holy Land unleashed a brilliant sword energy, piercing the heavens and earth. Vast and mighty, it instantly formed an endless, desolate river of the sword's path, seemingly capable of destroying the firmament and bringing about the great cleansing and destruction of the entire world. A terrifying, solitary, and domineering sword intent erupted forth.
"Heaven Punishing Earth Annihilating Great Palm Seal, Boundless Demonic Palm!"
Another powerful Saint Realm expert launched his ultimate strike. This was an expert from the War Demon Holy Land. With every movement, he invoked infinite demonic energies, transforming them into a colossal demonic palm print, exquisitely detailed, as if it were the hand of a true demon god. It enveloped the boundless space. Wherever his divine sense extended, it was within his attack range. While it couldn't achieve true boundlessness, it was still terrifying to behold.
"Lone Star Overlord Fist, Overlord Starfall!"
The Holy Master of the Flying Star Holy Land also made his move, manifesting the peerless profundity of the Saint-grade martial art, Lone Star Overlord Fist. Behind him, a colossal phantom gradually appeared, one that could point to the heavens and tread upon the earth, immeasurable and peerless, dominating the universe. He swung his massive fist, like a terrifying crimson meteor, crashing down from the infinite firmament.
"Earth Hidden Demon God Transformation, Ten Thousand Dragons Demon God Dance!"
Another furious roar. This Saint Realm expert attacked with a speed not much slower than the others. His body crackled and expanded, growing rapidly until he transformed into a true demon god, with strange horns on his head, a green face, fangs, and bristling scales. As he struck out with his palms, streams of surging demonic energy, mixed with demonic qi, transformed into hundreds of giant dragons, rolling and crushing through the void.
This was also a Saint expert from the War Demon Holy Land.
For some unknown reason, he was filled with demonic aura and practiced demonic arts.
...
The nine Saint Realm experts attacked in unison.
The terrifying power far surpassed their previous combined assault by more than tenfold.
Lan Xueyi and the Great Elder of Zhenmo, watching from afar, turned deathly pale, their bodies trembling.
Compared to the attacks Ling Fan faced, the assaults they had endured earlier were mere child's play, not worth mentioning.
They couldn't help but break into a cold sweat for Ling Fan.
"Die!"
Amidst the furious roars of the nine Saint Realm experts, nine immensely powerful attacks densely packed together, sealing off all escape routes for Ling Fan, aiming to bury him completely.
Ling Fan took a deep breath, a chill pervading his body as he felt the pervasive killing intent.
This was undoubtedly the most arduous battle he had faced since his rebirth.
Even though he had experienced countless brutal battles in his previous life, he had never, at the Golden Core stage, faced a life-or-death siege from nine high-level Saint Realm experts alone.