The sky darkened, and chaos erupted within the sect.
Lin Fan stood at the mountain path leading down from the sect, watching as his senior and junior brothers removed their Saint-Demon Sect robes and changed into ordinary clothes. A sense of melancholy filled his heart.
Most of them had chosen to leave, and few were willing to stay behind.
Indeed, one’s life was the most important after all.
“Senior Brother Han.”
“Junior Brother Fang.”
At this moment, Lin Fan spotted Fang Han and Han Lu, two people he had once tormented mercilessly.
When Fang Han and Han Lu saw the figure standing aside, they slightly frowned.
“Lin Junior Brother, aren’t you planning to leave the mountain?” Han Lu inwardly sneered.
“No, Senior Brother Han and Junior Brother Fang. I’ve wronged you both in the past, and I’m here to apologize,” Lin Fan said, bowing respectfully.
“No problem, those were just small matters. I’m not that petty,” Han Lu replied with a sneer, wondering what trickery this bastard was up to now.
“You and I—have I ever wronged you?” Fang Han asked curiously.
Lin Fan paused for a moment, then smiled and waved his hand. “No, Senior Brother must have remembered wrong.”
At this moment, Lin Fan naturally wanted to maintain a good image. After all, it was he who had destroyed Fang Han’s room, and since Fang Han still didn’t know, there was no need for him to admit it now.
“Lin Junior Brother, we’ll meet again someday,” Han Lu said, shouldering his bag without lingering, bowing slightly.
As he stepped beyond the sect’s gate, he glanced sideways at Lin Fan, a cold sneer curling his lips.
Looks like he couldn’t take revenge himself this time, but no matter—he could always let other sects handle it.
As for the current crisis the sect faced, Han Lu had never considered staying to share its fate. He possessed a miraculous treasure, and becoming an unrivaled expert in the future was just a matter of time. There was no need to risk his life.
If he succeeded in cultivation later, repaying the debt by avenging the sect would be a suitable return.
Fang Han was the same. He had come to the Saint-Demon Sect seeking protection and a place to reside.
Now that the sect was on the brink of ruin, there was no reason to remain.
He would become the Emperor of Demons in ten thousand eons, feared across the universe. Dying for this sect was simply not worth it, especially since the sect wasn’t even worthy of his loyalty as the future Demon Emperor.
Watching the two leave, Lin Fan sighed, as if the sect had already lost its former prosperity.
“Huh…”
At this moment, Lin Fan saw a familiar face—someone particularly well-known.
The sky darkened, and the sect was in chaos.
Lin Fan stood at the mountain pass leading down from the sect, watching his fellow disciples, who had shed their Saint Demon Sect robes for ordinary clothes, with a sense of melancholy.
Most were leaving, and only a few were willing to stay.
Indeed, life was the most important thing.
“Brother Han.”
“Brother Fang.”
At this moment, Lin Fan saw Fang Han and Han Lu, whom he had once tormented.
Fang Han and Han Lu frowned slightly when they noticed the person standing nearby.
“Brother Lin, aren’t you planning to leave the mountain?” Han Lu sneered inwardly.
“I won’t be leaving. Brother Han, Brother Fang, I’ve wronged you in the past, and I apologize here and now,” Lin Fan said, clasping his hands in a gesture of respect.
“It’s nothing, just trivial matters. I’m not that petty,” Han Lu continued to sneer, wondering what this scoundrel was up to now.
“Between us, have you wronged me?” Fang Han asked at this moment.
Lin Fan was taken aback, then smiled and waved his hand, “No, Brother must be mistaken.”
At this point, Lin Fan naturally wanted to maintain a good image. After all, it was he who had demolished Fang Han’s house, and since Fang Han didn’t know yet, there was no need to admit it.
“Brother Lin, we shall meet again someday,” Han Lu declared, hoisting his bundle and without delay, he clasped his hands in a gesture of farewell.
As he stepped out of the sect, he glanced at Lin Fan from the corner of his eye, a cold smile playing on his lips.
It seemed he couldn’t settle this score himself, but it was just as well—he could use the hands of other sects instead.
As for the crisis the sect was facing, Han Lu had never considered standing by it through life and death. He possessed a treasure of immense power, and becoming a peerless expert in the future was a certainty. There was no need to sacrifice his life for the sect.
If he succeeded in his cultivation later, he could always avenge the sect as a form of repayment.
Fang Han was much the same. He had come to the Saint Demon Sect seeking refuge, a place to settle.
Now that the sect was on the verge of collapse, there was no reason to stay.
In the future, he would be the Eternal Demon Emperor, revered throughout the universe. It was utterly unworthy for a future Demon Emperor to lay down his life for this sect, which didn’t even deserve such loyalty.
Watching the two leave, Lin Fan sighed, feeling as if the sect had lost its former glory.
“Huh…”
At this moment, Lin Fan spotted another familiar face, someone he knew very well.
“Brother Wang…” Lin Fan called out warmly.
Wang Tianfeng, watching the disciples he had once bullied leave one by one, was filled with sorrow. But just then, hearing someone call his name, he turned his head in surprise.
“You…” Wang Tianfeng was shocked, almost disbelieving. Even if this guy turned to ash, Wang Tianfeng would recognize him.
This guy had stolen his peaches, but hadn’t he died? How was he here now?
Wang Tianfeng hadn’t known Lin Fan had returned to the sect. Seeing him appear before his eyes now, he was naturally startled. Was he seeing a ghost?
“Brother Wang, you haven’t left,” Lin Fan said, somewhat surprised. Wang Tianfeng, who specialized in bullying weaker disciples within the sect, should have fled by now. Who would have thought he’d still be here?
“Whether I leave or not is none of your damn business. Don’t bother me,” Wang Tianfeng said, mustering his courage. He was truly afraid this guy might steal from him again.
That one time was still fresh in Wang Tianfeng’s memory, the pain unbearable.
Lin Fan chuckled. Brother Wang was indeed crude, but perhaps this would be their last interaction, so Lin Fan decided to let it slide.
At this moment, Lin Fan felt a gaze constantly watching him, making him somewhat uneasy.
When Lin Fan looked over, he saw a junior sister he couldn’t quite remember, smiling at him.
Lin Fan smiled back, puzzled. Who was this junior sister? Why couldn’t he recall?
“Ah… there are beasts…”
Just then, screams erupted from the foot of the mountain.
Lin Fan’s heart tightened. Beasts? How could there be beasts at the foot of the Saint Demon Sect?
At this moment, the disciples who had been heading down the mountain turned and ran back toward the sect as if they had seen ghosts.
Panicked junior brothers ran up from the foot of the mountain, some terrified, others bloodied.
“The forest at the foot is teeming with beasts. We were attacked as soon as we went down. So many… so many,” one disciple said, his voice trembling with fear, as if the scene below was a living hell.
Lin Fan’s expression changed, and he sighed softly. It seemed there was no way to leave now.
The Yan Emperor and the other sects must have already begun their move. This was an attempt to wipe them out completely.
By hiding the beasts in the forest at the foot of the mountain, any disciple who descended would be attacked.
With the strength of the outer sect disciples, who could stand against these beasts? Even the weakest of them were at the innate realm.
The outer sect disciples naturally couldn’t hold their ground.
“What do we do? The path is blocked by beasts. There’s no way to leave now.”
“I just saw an innate realm senior brother get devoured by one of those beasts.”
“It’s terrifying, truly terrifying. We’re all going to die here.”
“I don’t want to die. I’m the only male in my family. I came up the mountain to learn martial arts.”
…
Chaos reigned at this moment. The disciples who had been forced to turn back sat on the ground, their hands hanging limply, their eyes vacant, as if they had lost all hope for the future.
Fang Han and Han Lu returned, still shaken. The beasts were too ferocious, far beyond what they could handle.
If they hadn’t been quick on their feet, they might have become food for those beasts.
But for the two of them, what should they do now? How could they die here? Their paths were still long.
“Don’t panic…” At this moment, an elder appeared.
For the great calamity the Saint Demon Sect was now facing, he was powerless. With beasts at the foot of the mountain, there was absolutely no way out.
The appearance of this elder was of little use, as the disciples were in a state of panic and couldn’t possibly heed his words.
Lin Fan looked at the scattered disciples and shook his head helplessly.
This time, it would be difficult.
Lin Fan raised his head and looked toward the distant, already discolored clouds.
Perhaps the Yan Emperor and the other sects had already gathered outside the Saint Demon Sect.
Once the time came, a great battle would be inevitable.
Lin Fan pulled up his data panel and examined it carefully.
Through his cultivation journey, “Dragon Emperor’s Dominance” had reached the second level, and “Formless Demon” had also reached the second level. His true essence had increased by five thousand.
He had the strength to fight, but it might not be enough.
Death wasn’t frightening, but one must die with dignity.
“Whoosh…”
A biting wind swept through, and Lin Fan looked into the distance, where faint glimmers of light shone brightly.
“Is it coming?”
Lin Fan clenched his fists. This would be the first fierce battle of his life.
Wang Tianfeng had been watching his juniors, once bullied by him, leave one by one, filled with sadness. But just then, he heard someone calling him and turned his head in surprise.
“You…” Wang Tianfeng was shocked, disbelief written across his face. He could recognize this person even if he turned to ashes.
This guy had stolen his peach, and wasn’t he already dead? How could he appear again?
Wang Tianfeng didn’t know that Lin Fan had returned to the sect. Seeing him standing before him now naturally startled him—could this be a ghost?
“Senior Brother Wang, you haven’t left yet,” Lin Fan said in surprise. Wang Tianfeng had always bullied the weaker juniors within the sect, so it was unexpected that he hadn’t fled already.
“Whether I leave or not is none of your damn business. Don’t bother me,” Wang Tianfeng said bravely, still afraid that this guy might steal from him again.
That last time was still fresh in Wang Tianfeng’s memory, the pain unbearable.
Upon hearing this, Lin Fan smiled. This Senior Brother was indeed vulgar, but since this might be their last interaction, Lin Fan decided to let him off the hook.
At that moment, Lin Fan felt a gaze fixed on him constantly, making him feel uneasy.
When he turned to look, he saw a junior sister whose face was vaguely familiar, smiling at him.
Lin Fan smiled back, puzzled in his heart—who was this junior sister? Why couldn’t he remember?
“Ahh… There are ferocious beasts…”
At that moment, screams echoed from the foot of the mountain.
Lin Fan’s expression immediately tensed. Ferocious beasts? How could there be such beasts near the Saint-Demon Sect’s mountain?
At that moment, the disciples who had been heading down the mountain now ran back toward the sect like ghosts were chasing them.
The junior brothers, panic-stricken, rushed up the mountain. Some wore expressions of terror, others were covered in blood.
“There are countless ferocious beasts gathered in the forest at the foot of the mountain. As soon as we went down, we were attacked. So many… so many…” One disciple, clearly frightened, his eyes wide with horror, described the scene below as if it were hell on earth.
Lin Fan’s face darkened. He sighed slightly. It seemed that even leaving now was impossible.
The sects led by the Yan Emperor must have already begun their move, determined to wipe them out completely.
They had hidden ferocious beasts within the forest at the foot of the mountain, ready to attack any disciple who descended.
As darkness fell, the sect descended into chaos.
Lin Fan stood at the mountain pass leading out of the sect, watching his fellow disciples shed their sacred demon sect robes and don ordinary clothes, a pang of sorrow in his heart.
Most were leaving, and few were willing to stay.
Indeed, life was still the most important thing.
“Brother Han.”
“Brother Fang.”
At this moment, Lin Fan saw Fang Han and Han Lu, whom he had once tormented.
Fang Han and Han Lu frowned slightly when they noticed the person standing nearby.
“Brother Lin, aren’t you planning to leave the mountain?” Han Lu sneered inwardly.
“I’m not leaving. Brother Han, Brother Fang, I’ve wronged you in the past, and I apologize here and now,” Lin Fan said, clasping his hands in a gesture of respect.
“It’s nothing, just trivial matters. I’m not that petty,” Han Lu continued to sneer, wondering what this scoundrel was up to now.
“Between us, have you wronged me?” Fang Han asked at this moment.
Lin Fan was momentarily stunned, then smiled and waved his hand, “No, Brother, you must be mistaken.”
At this time, Lin Fan naturally wanted to maintain a good image. After all, it was he who had torn down Fang Han’s house, and since Fang Han didn’t know yet, there was no need to admit it.
“Brother Lin, perhaps we’ll meet again in the future,” Han Lu said, carrying his bundle and not lingering, clasping his hands in farewell.
As he stepped out of the sect, he glanced at Lin Fan from the corner of his eye, a cold smile playing on his lips.
It seemed he couldn’t settle this score himself, but perhaps he could use the hands of another sect.
As for the troubles the sect was facing, Han Lu had never considered living and dying with the sect. He possessed a treasure of immense power, and becoming a peerless expert in the future was a certainty. There was no need to sacrifice his life.
If he succeeded in his cultivation in the future, he could always avenge the sect as a form of repayment.
Fang Han was much the same. He had come to the Sacred Demon Sect seeking refuge, a place to settle.
Now that the sect was on the brink of collapse, there was no reason to stay.
He was destined to become the Eternal Demon Emperor, revered throughout the universe. It was simply not worth risking his life for this sect, which didn’t even deserve the service of a future Demon Emperor.
Watching the two leave, Lin Fan sighed, feeling as if the sect had lost its former glory.
“Huh…”
At this moment, Lin Fan saw another familiar face, someone he knew very well.
“Brother Wang…” Lin Fan called out warmly.
Wang Tianfeng watched as the juniors he had once bullied left one by one, filled with sorrow. But just then, he heard someone call his name and turned to look.
“You…” Wang Tianfeng was shocked, unable to believe his eyes. This guy, even if turned to ashes, Wang Tianfeng would recognize him.
This guy had stolen his peaches, but wasn’t he already dead? How could he be here?
Wang Tianfeng didn’t know that Lin Fan had returned to the sect. Seeing Lin Fan appear before him now, he was naturally terrified. Was he seeing a ghost?
“Brother Wang, you haven’t left,” Lin Fan said, somewhat surprised. Wang Tianfeng, who had always bullied the weaker juniors in the sect, should have fled by now. Who would have thought he was still here?
“Whether I leave or not is none of your business. Don’t bother me,” Wang Tianfeng said, mustering his courage. He was truly afraid that this guy would steal from him again.
That incident was still fresh in Wang Tianfeng’s memory, the pain unbearable.
Lin Fan chuckled. Brother Wang was indeed crude, but perhaps this would be their last interaction, so Lin Fan decided to let him off.
At this moment, Lin Fan felt a gaze constantly watching him, making him somewhat uneasy.
When Lin Fan looked over, he saw a junior sister whose face he couldn’t quite remember, smiling at him.
Lin Fan smiled back, wondering who this junior sister was and why he couldn’t recall her.
“Ah… there are beasts…”
Just then, screams echoed from the foot of the mountain.
Lin Fan’s heart tightened. Beasts? How could there be beasts at the foot of the Sacred Demon Sect?
At this moment, the disciples who had been heading down the mountain turned and ran back toward the sect as if they had seen ghosts.
Panicked juniors ran up from the foot of the mountain, some terrified, others covered in blood.
“The forest at the foot is filled with beasts. As soon as we went down, we were attacked by them. So many… so many,” one disciple said, his voice trembling, his eyes filled with terror, as if the scene below was a living hell.
Lin Fan’s expression changed, and he sighed softly. It seemed there was no way to leave now.
The Yan Emperor and the other sects must have already begun their move. This was a massacre in the making.
They had hidden the beasts in the forest at the foot of the mountain. Any disciple who descended would be attacked by them.
With the strength of the outer sect disciples, who could stand against these beasts? Even the weakest of them were at the innate realm.
The outer sect disciples naturally couldn’t withstand them.
“What do we do? The path is blocked by beasts. There’s no way to leave.”
“I just saw an innate realm senior brother devoured by one of those beasts.”
“Horrifying, truly horrifying. We’re all going to die here.”
“I don’t want to die. I’m the only son in my family. I came up the mountain to learn martial arts.”
…
Chaos reigned. The disciples who had been forced to turn back sat on the ground, their hands hanging limply, their eyes vacant, as if they had lost all hope for the future.
Fang Han and Han Lu returned, still shaken. The beasts were too ferocious, far beyond what they could handle.
If they hadn’t been quick on their feet, they might have become food for those beasts.
But for the two of them, what should they do now? How could they die here? Their paths were still long.
“Don’t panic…” At this moment, an elder appeared.
For the great calamity the Sacred Demon Sect was facing, he was powerless. With beasts at the foot of the mountain, there was absolutely no way out.
The elder’s appearance now was of little use, as the disciples were in a state of panic and couldn’t possibly heed his words.
Lin Fan looked at the scattered disciples and shook his head helplessly.
This time, it would be difficult.
Lin Fan raised his head and looked toward the distant horizon, where the clouds had already begun to change color.
Perhaps the Yan Emperor and the other sects were already gathering outside the Sacred Demon Sect.
When the time came, a great battle would be inevitable.
Lin Fan pulled up his status screen and examined it carefully.
Through his cultivation journey, he had reached the second level of “Dragon Emperor’s Dominance” and the second level of “Formless Demon.” His true essence had increased by five thousand.
He had the strength to fight, but it might not be enough.
Death was not frightening, but one must die with dignity.
“Whoosh…”
A biting wind swept through, and Lin Fan looked into the distance, where faint glimmers of light shone brightly.
“Is it coming?”
Lin Fan clenched his fists. This would be the first great battle of his life.
The outer sect disciples were naturally no match for them.
“What should we do? The path down is blocked by beasts. We can’t escape at all.”
The sky darkened, and the sect was in chaos.
Lin Fan stood at the mountain pass of the sect, watching his fellow disciples shed their Saint Demon Sect robes and don ordinary clothes, feeling a pang of sorrow.
Most were leaving, and few were willing to stay.
Indeed, life was the most important thing.
“Brother Han.”
“Brother Fang.”
At this moment, Lin Fan saw Fang Han and Han Lu, whom he had once tormented.
Fang Han and Han Lu frowned slightly when they noticed the person standing to the side.
“Brother Lin, aren’t you planning to leave the mountain?” Han Lu sneered inwardly.
“I’m not leaving. Brother Han, Brother Fang, I’ve wronged you in the past. I apologize here and now.” Lin Fan clasped his hands in a gesture of respect.
“It’s nothing, just trivial matters. I’m not that petty,” Han Lu continued to sneer, wondering what this scoundrel was up to now.
“Between us, have you wronged me?” Fang Han asked at this moment.
Lin Fan was momentarily stunned, then smiled and waved his hand, “No, Brother, you must be mistaken.”
At this moment, Lin Fan naturally wanted to maintain a good image. After all, it was he who had demolished Fang Han’s house, and since Fang Han didn’t know yet, there was no need to admit it.
“Brother Lin, we shall cross paths again someday,” Han Lu declared, hoisting his bundle over his shoulder. Without hesitation, he clasped his hands in a gesture of farewell and took his leave.
As he stepped out of the sect, he glanced at Lin Fan from the corner of his eye, a cold smile playing on his lips.
It seemed he couldn’t settle this score himself, but perhaps he could use the hands of other sects.
As for the sect’s current predicament, Han Lu had never considered sharing its fate. With his extraordinary treasure, becoming a peerless powerhouse in the future was a certainty; there was no need to sacrifice his life.
If he achieved great cultivation in the future, he could always avenge them as a form of repayment.
Fang Han was much the same. He had come to the Saint Demon Sect seeking refuge, a place to rest.
Now that the sect was on the brink of collapse, there was no need to stay.
In the future, he would be the Eternal Demon Emperor, revered throughout the universe. It was unworthy for a future Demon Emperor to lay down his life for this sect, and the sect itself was unworthy of such a sacrifice.
Watching the two leave, Lin Fan sighed, as if the sect had lost its former prosperity.
“Hmm…”
At this moment, Lin Fan saw another familiar face, someone he knew very well.
“Brother Wang…” Lin Fan called out warmly.
Wang Tianfeng watched as the juniors he had once bullied left one by one, feeling a deep sense of loss. Just then, he heard someone call his name and turned to look.
“You…” Wang Tianfeng was shocked, unable to believe his eyes. Even if this person turned to ashes, Wang Tianfeng would recognize him.
This guy had stolen his peaches, but hadn’t he died? How was he here now?
Wang Tianfeng didn’t know that Lin Fan had returned to the sect. Seeing Lin Fan appear before him now, he was naturally shocked. Was he seeing a ghost?
“Brother Wang, you didn’t leave?” Lin Fan was somewhat surprised. Wang Tianfeng, who bullied weaker juniors in the sect, should have fled by now. Who would have thought he was still here?
“Whether I leave or not is none of your business. Don’t bother me,” Wang Tianfeng mustered his courage to say, truly afraid that this guy might steal from him again.
That time was still fresh in Wang Tianfeng’s memory, the pain unbearable.
Lin Fan smiled upon hearing this. Brother Wang was indeed crude, but perhaps this would be their last exchange, so Lin Fan decided to let it go.
At this moment, Lin Fan felt a gaze constantly watching him, making him somewhat uneasy.
When Lin Fan looked over, he saw a junior sister he couldn’t quite remember, smiling at him.
Lin Fan also smiled, wondering who this junior sister was and why he couldn’t recall her.
“Ah… there are beasts…”
Just then, screams erupted from the foot of the mountain.
Lin Fan’s heart tightened. Beasts? How could there be beasts at the foot of the Saint Demon Sect?
At this moment, the disciples who had been heading down the mountain ran back as if they had seen ghosts.
Panicked juniors ran up from the foot of the mountain, some terrified, others bloodied.
“The forest at the foot is teeming with beasts. We were attacked as soon as we went down, so many… so many,” one disciple said, his eyes filled with terror, as if the scene below was a living hell.
Lin Fan’s expression changed, and he sighed softly. It seemed there was no way to leave now.
The Yan Emperor and other sects must have already begun their move, aiming to wipe them out completely.
They had hidden beasts in the forest at the foot, ensuring that any disciple who descended would be attacked.
With the strength of the outer sect disciples, who could possibly withstand these beasts? Even the weakest among them had reached the Xiantian realm.
The outer sect disciples naturally couldn’t withstand them.
“What do we do? The path is blocked by beasts. There’s no way to leave.”
“I just witnessed a senior in the Innate Realm being devoured by a beast.”
“It’s terrifying, truly terrifying. We’re all going to die here.”
“I don’t want to die. I’m the only male in my family. I came up here to learn.”
…
At this moment, chaos reigned. The disciples who had been forced back sat on the ground, their hands hanging limply, their eyes vacant, as if they had lost all hope for the future.
Fang Han and Han Lu came back, still visibly shaken. The ferocity of the beasts was overwhelming, far surpassing their capacity to confront them.
If they hadn’t been quick on their feet, they might have become food for those beasts.
But for the two of them, what should they do now? How could they die here? Their paths were still long.
“Don’t panic…” At this moment, an elder appeared.
As for the great calamity the Saint Demon Sect was facing, he was powerless. With beasts at the foot of the mountain, there was absolutely no way out.
The appearance of this elder was of little use, as the disciples were in a state of panic, unable to heed his words.
Lin Fan looked at the scattered disciples and shook his head helplessly.
This time, it would be difficult.
Lin Fan raised his head and looked at the distant, already changing clouds.
Perhaps the Yan Emperor and the various sects were already gathering outside the Saint Demon Sect.
When the time came, a great battle would be inevitable.
Lin Fan pulled up his data panel and examined it carefully.
Through his cultivation journey, “Dragon Emperor’s Dominance” had reached the second level, and “Formless Demon” had also reached the second level. His true essence had increased by five thousand.
He had the strength to fight, but it might not be enough.
Death was not terrifying, but one must die with dignity.
“Whoosh…”
A biting wind swept in, and Lin Fan looked into the distance, where faint glimmers of light shone brightly.
“Is it coming?”
Lin Fan clenched his fists. This would be the first major battle of his life.
“It’s terrifying—absolutely terrifying. We’re all going to die here.”
“I don’t want to die! I’m the only son in my family. I came here to learn martial arts.”
…
At that moment, chaos fully erupted. The disciples, forced to retreat, sat on the ground with their hands limp and eyes empty, as if they had lost all hope for the future.
Fang Han and Han Lu returned. Both were still shaken—those beasts were too fierce for them to resist.
If they hadn’t been a bit faster, they would have become food for those beasts.
But for the two of them, what should they do now? They couldn’t die here. Their future paths were still long.
“Don’t panic…” At that moment, an elder appeared.
Faced with the sect’s current catastrophe, the elder was also powerless. With ferocious beasts at the foot of the mountain, there was absolutely no way out.
The elder’s appearance brought little help, for the disciples were in a state of panic and fear, unable to listen to any words of comfort.
Lin Fan looked at the scattered disciples, now like sand in the wind, and helplessly shook his head.
This time, it would be difficult.
Lin Fan raised his head, gazing into the distance at the clouds that had already begun to change color.
Perhaps the Yan Emperor and other sects had already gathered outside the Saint-Demon Sect.
As soon as the timing was right, a great battle would be inevitable.
Lin Fan pulled down his data interface and carefully examined it.
After his long cultivation journey, the “Dragon Emperor’s Dominance” had reached the second layer, and “Invisible Devil Art” had also advanced to the second layer, increasing his true energy by five thousand.
He had the strength for one final fight, though it might not be enough.
Death was not frightening, but one must die with dignity.
“Whoosh…”
A piercing wind blew, and Lin Fan gazed into the distance, where glimmers of light pierced through the sky, dazzling and brilliant.
“Is it coming?”
Lin Fan clenched his fists. This would be the fiercest battle of his life.
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