The peak battlefield.
A brief calm existed between Chen Fan and the Great Emperor Hanhai.
"You can't hold on."
Chen Fan's smile grew more excited.
I knew it... such a monstrous attack, such a monstrous trump card, absolutely couldn't be sustained for long.
If it could continue indefinitely, even the Lord of Light wouldn't be a match for this person.
Nine top-tier eighth-rank experts, if they fought to the death, could definitely wear down a ninth-rank.
The Great Emperor Hanhai's expression was somewhat grim.
He rarely used this trump card.
Using it had too great a side effect.
However, every time he used it, he won, without exception.
But now, an exception had appeared.
A seventh-rank Great Emperor had actually withstood his onslaught.
This had never happened since he refined eight bodies.
"Heh heh."
The Great Emperor Hanhai chuckled, "I have to admit, you are very powerful, but... can you protect yourself? Can you protect them?"
If I can't kill you, can't I kill others?
The Great Emperor Hanhai's gaze fell upon the experts of the World of Life and Death locked in fierce combat.
He swept a mocking glance at Chen Fan.
He continued to laugh, "Can you stop me?"
Boom.
Nine figures instantly turned.
Chen Fan's defense was beyond expectation, but what about the others?
Not everyone had Chen Fan's defensive capabilities.
"Not good..." The Great Emperor Lie Tian's pupils constricted.
All the powerhouses of the World of Life and Death felt an oppressive aura, like dark clouds, filling the air.
It was suffocating.
That was the aura of nine eighth-rank experts.
"Can you stop me? Hahaha..." The Great Emperor Hanhai's laughter echoed.
The Hanhai Realm, already holding the upper hand, only needed him to kill one person.
"Spatial Lockdown."
Suddenly, a light reprimand sounded.
The space, already suppressed by gravity, had its time itself condensed.
Crack.
Cracks appeared beneath the Golden Silk Cicada Robe.
A spatial lockdown on nine eighth-rank experts required a price.
The price Chen Fan paid was a body that cracked. If not for the Golden Silk Cicada Robe suppressing his physical form, Chen Fan would have likely turned into a pile of minced meat by now.
"Heh."
But Chen Fan's face still held a smile.
It succeeded.
The nine figures of the Great Emperor Hanhai trembled even more violently.
It seemed they were about to completely collapse.
All nine identical faces showed shock.
"Surprised?"
Chen Fan's lips were bleeding, and cracks had appeared on his face.
The cracks were so deep they almost shattered his features, "Let me give you another one, hahaha..."
Buzz.
The Dragon Pattern Compass appeared.
Threads of destiny were stirred.
"Bang."
The nine Great Emperors Hanhai finally collapsed.
At the last moment.
Those threads of destiny seemed to have broken some kind of boundary.
"Ah..."
The Great Emperor Hanhai's final body let out a pained, low growl.
He clutched his head, his expression becoming ferocious.
Pain, pain that pierced his soul.
It wasn't the effect of the Dragon Pattern Compass, but the backlash from his clones.
Clang.
The Heavenly Cloud Sword was unleashed.
This sword was a lightning sword. The moment it was drawn, Chen Fan's physical body crumbled.
The limit had been reached.
"Pfft."
The lightning sword slashed open the Great Emperor Hanhai's body.
The next moment... with a roar, lightning erupted.
The Great Emperor Hanhai's inner Great Dao was torn apart by the lightning.
Whoosh.
The Long River of Life and Death flowed, and Chen Fan emerged from it.
Not by reliving life and death, but by regenerating from a drop of blood.
This was a forced condensation after his body cracked, and his Great Dao was still injured.
But it didn't matter, Chen Fan's face still held a smile.
Rumble.
Accompanied by the roar of lightning, all of the Great Emperor Hanhai's inner Great Dao shattered.
"Realm Lord..."
Exclamations arose.
All the powerhouses of the Hanhai Realm heard the sound of their faith collapsing.
The Realm Lord had died for the second time.
Could he revive again?
No one had an answer.
Eyes wide open, they stared intently at the fallen figure.
After a long while, silence.
"Kill."
Chen Fan raised his sword and struck.
Puff.
A sword strike through the air, impossibly fast.
Chen Fan plunged into the battlefield.
A seventh-rank Great Emperor was instantly slain.
"What are you still watching for? Aren't you going to kill?" Chen Fan roared.
Such a good opportunity, and Elder Demon Chu and the others were just watching.
Infuriating.
"Kill."
Elder Demon Chu and the others finally reacted.
The Realm Lord was back.
There was only one possibility... Hanhai was dead.
The body floated in the chaos, motionless for a long time.
"The Realm Lord has fallen."
Someone shouted,不知是谁喊了一声.
Then, a figure shot up and began to flee the battlefield.
The Realm Lord was dead, and no one could stop Chen Fan now.
This young man, who could kill a top-tier eighth-rank Realm Lord, could kill them, seventh-rank cultivators, with a single sword strike each.
The Hanhai Realm instantly collapsed.
"Run!"
If one person runs, another will follow.
In an instant, the resistance of the Hanhai Realm crumbled.
No one could stop that god-like young man.
On the other hand, the World of Life and Death was filled with surging morale.
They had witnessed a miracle once again.
"Kill!"
The powerful experts of the World of Life and Death, with surging morale.
Led by several eighth-rank Great Emperors, they furiously pursued.
Chen Fan remained still, standing calmly in place.
Watching Lie Tian and the others almost disappear from his sight, he finally spoke, "You're back, the battle here isn't over yet."
His voice drifted, permeating the entire scene.
"Withdraw."
The Demon Lord ordered.
"Withdraw."
The Great Emperor Xuesha ordered.
They had lost this battle to the death.
Even though the Five Realms Alliance was on the verge of crushing the Sword Domain.
Give them a few more minutes, and they would lay the foundation for victory.
A victory within grasp, Xuesha chose to give it up.
Leave.
They had to leave.
Otherwise, once Chen Fan brought his forces to reinforce, they would surely be defeated.
"Chilian."
The Sword Master was furious.
Too many of his people had died.
The usually calm Sword Master was now filled with killing intent.
His crimson eyes shot out a three-foot sword light, "Die!"
Boom.
The 'Ordinary' Sword fell, covering the sky.
The sword light, in Chilian's horrified gaze, tore his body apart.
At the critical moment, Xuesha made his move.
"Go."
Ignoring the enraged Sword Master, Xuesha quickly led his men to retreat.
Lie Tian and the others had already returned.
Time was short.
The Sword Master's fury raged, "Stop them! Stop them even if it means death! City Lord Chen..."
The last roar was a signal to Chen Fan.
"Boom."
Chen Fan charged over with his sword.
His speed was incredible.
The pursuing Lie Tian and the others ran with all their might.
Although they were all injured, their morale was soaring.
"Don't resist, run." Xuesha stopped a cultivator preparing to hold the rear.
Clang.
The Heavenly Cloud Sword, with a ten-thousand-zhang sword light, pierced through the void.
"Blood Sea Surges."
At this moment, Xuesha finally used his trump card.
An boundless sea of blood surged forth.
The entire chaos was dyed red, engulfing all the people of the Five Realms Alliance.
Swoosh.
The Heavenly Cloud Sword arrived, and the wooden sword arrived.
Dense sword lights all struck the surging blood sea.
Boom.
The blood sea directly collapsed.
But it was already empty inside.
The Five Realms Alliance had fled.
Apart from one corpse, not a single person remained.
Rumble.
Demonic clouds churned.
The last battlefield, the Demon Lord personally covered their retreat, leading his people out of the fray.
The Dragon King pursued for a short distance before ordering a retreat.
Whoosh.
A gust of wind blew, carrying an immense aura of blood.
They had won.
But the three overlords scanned their surroundings, their eyes devoid of the joy of victory.
Such a pyrrhic victory, what difference was there from defeat?