"Hmph, by borrowing this Saint-grade demonic array, I can only barely unleash a sliver of the Manifestation Realm's might. To suppress me, Ling, is a fool's dream. If a true Demon Saint were to preside over and activate it, it might pose some threat to me."
Ling Fan let out a cold snort. His Myriad Law Origin Core vibrated and retracted into his body. As his cultivation reached an ultimate peak, Ling Fan's Nirvana Tribulation Body began to glow, his physical strength also reaching its zenith. His blood surged like dragons, and the mark of the Demonic Eye appeared in his eyes. The immensely powerful Demonic Eye's might instantly spread, filling the air with an unparalleled demonic aura, as if evolving into a demonic world.
"Demonic Eye! This is an supreme Demonic Secret Art cultivated only by elites within the Demonic Royal Family, the Demonic Eye!"
The moment he saw the mark of the Demonic Eye appear in Ling Fan's eyes, the Saint Son of the Quejiu Demon Race was suddenly shocked. The massive face revealed on the demonic array showed fear and astonishment. He never imagined that he would see a supreme secret art, practiced only by the Demonic Royal Family, on a mere human, and one from a minor realm at that!
"Damn it, damn it! Who in the world are you!"
The instant Ling Fan elevated his cultivation, physical body, and spiritual power to their absolute peaks, even while within the Saint-grade demonic array, the Saint Son of the Quejiu Demon Race felt an unprecedented and extreme sense of danger, as if he were standing at the edge of a ten-thousand-zhang precipice, where a single misstep would lead to eternal damnation.
"I cannot let him attack. His next strike will undoubtedly be a thunderous technique that shakes the heavens and earth. I must stop him!"
The Saint Son of the Quejiu Demon Race roared wildly in his heart, pushing all his power without regard for the cost. He even spat a mouthful of his vital demonic blood onto the core of the demonic array, causing the Myriad Demons Life-Extinguishing Great Array to suddenly erupt with a torrent of bloody light. The demonic might surged, and the quasi-saint daos he had stolen now merged completely with the array's power, transforming into countless colossal demonic arms that reached out, casting dense demonic shadows, aiming to sweep all enemies blocking the demonic array into ashes!
"Myriad Demons Life-Extinguishing Great Array, Demonic Arrival in the Universe, Suppress the Eight Desolations!"
Following the Saint Son of the Quejiu Demon Race's fierce roar, this strike finally fell!
At this moment, the quasi-saints in the Nine Cang Holy Cave, the toads, the demon horses, and the ten-domain powerhouses watching the battle through the scroll outside the Nine Cang Holy Cave were all rendered immobile by that aura. Their eyeballs trembled as they watched the world-destroying demonic array crush towards Ling Fan.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye.
Seeing the demonic array, with its power greatly amplified, descend upon him, Ling Fan, having elevated his cultivation, physical body, and spirit to their peaks, suddenly spoke, his voice carrying far: "Thirty-six Techniques of Peering into the Heavens, the twenty-seventh: Reverse Reincarnation."
As Ling Fan's hand seals shifted, a world-shattering and terrifying aura instantly engulfed everything. The void suddenly collapsed, countless profound talismans flew about, evolving into a terrifying vortex that fiercely collided with the demonic array.
When the two collided, there was no sound.
Everyone watched in horror as, under the slow rotation of the vortex, the demonic array began to silently disintegrate, as if it were as fragile as tofu!
But everyone knew clearly how powerful that demonic array was, having truly touched the level of the Manifestation Realm. How could it be weak!
It was not the demonic array that was weak.
It was the ultimate divine ability, Ling Fan's strike, that was too heaven-defying, too terrifying.
Everything silently disintegrated, annihilated, turning into dust.
The Saint Son of the Quejiu Demon Race roared desperately within the demonic array, using all his means, all his ultimate techniques, all his divine abilities, trying to reverse the situation. However, it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, utterly futile.
Finally, the demonic array completely disintegrated. The Saint Son of the Quejiu Demon Race's broken body suddenly fell out, crashing heavily onto the ground like a dead dog.
It stared with empty eyes, utterly dejected, having suffered the most tragic defeat of its life.
"You... Who exactly are you? I have lost, lost completely and utterly. But please, let me know who I died at the hands of!"
The Saint Son of the Quejiu Demon Race was already at the end of its life. Its voice sounded like a cracked pipe, emitting hoarse gasps. Although it did not perish with the demonic array, its entire vitality, cultivation, and physical body were completely destroyed.
But it was unwilling.
It was the dignified Saint Son of the Upper Realm's Quejiu Demon Race, only one step away from crossing the threshold of the Saint Dao by devouring these quasi-saints and merging with this Saint Dao, thus opening up boundless horizons and achieving transcendence into sainthood!
Yet, it had encountered an unreasonable monstrous talent like Ling Fan. A single miscalculation, and it had to be said, it lacked a bit of luck.
Ling Fan did not answer the Saint Son of the Quejiu Demon Race's question. Instead, he asked, "How many more powerhouses from the Demonic Realm are there in this Nine Splendor Realm? How many Demon Saints are there? Besides the Myriad Burial Demon Emperor, are there any other powerhouses of the same level who have been suppressed?"
Upon hearing Ling Fan mention the Myriad Burial Demon Emperor, the Saint Son of the Quejiu Demon Race's eyes widened, showing disbelief. "You, how do you know the Myriad Burial Demon Emperor!"
Ling Fan calmly replied, "I refined it."
"Impossible! Lord Myriad Burial Demon Emperor possesses boundless divine abilities. Even that top Saint General under the Zhou family could not kill it, only suppress it. I refuse to believe you could refine it!"
The Saint Son of the Quejiu Demon Race stated resolutely. This information was too impactful for it, making it impossible to accept.
Ling Fan let out a cold smile. Without further explanation, he brought out the Reincarnation Divine Cauldron and directly took the Saint Son of the Quejiu Demon Race into the cauldron.
After dealing with the Saint Son of the Quejiu Demon Race, the atmosphere of the entire scene instantly became extremely peculiar.
With twenty or so quasi-saints dead, over sixty quasi-saints remained.
Those quasi-saint powerhouses exchanged glances, none speaking. Some had looks of horror in their eyes, some shook their heads in shock, some sighed in relief after narrowly escaping death, some looked at Ling Fan with reverence, while others had strange expressions, their intentions hidden.
Now that the demonic array was broken, they could sense the existence of their own Saint Daos and their saintly power was restored. Thus, many began to harbor other intentions.
Ling Fan took in the expressions of these individuals and said, "I will refine this Saint Dao. You may leave."
Immediately, many quasi-saints hurriedly said, "Thank you, young friend, for saving our lives. If not for your decisive intervention this time, I fear we would have all become sustenance for this demon. How dare we claim credit from heaven and contend with you for this Saint Dao? We shall take our leave now."
These quasi-saints were quite self-aware and immediately declared their withdrawal.
However, some others' eyes flickered, clearly unwilling to give up.
The reason they had been so disheveled earlier was entirely due to the demonic array's suppression. Although Ling Fan had defeated the Saint Son of the Quejiu Demon Race and possessed immense strength, they still found it hard to believe that he could single-handedly suppress so many quasi-saints.