A middle-aged man, covered in blood and enveloped in a crimson glow, surged from the epicenter of the explosion straight towards Jiang Li.
This middle-aged man was none other than Yang Wuguang, a Saint of the fourth heaven from the Primordial Sacred Land.
At this moment, Yang Wuguang was consumed by a torrent of rage.
Of his many companions, only he had survived.
If not for the protection of his powerful protective armor, he too would likely have perished.
Fear and fury churned within Yang Wuguang's heart…
The near-death experience had pushed Yang Wuguang past the brink of reason. All he wanted now was to tear this person apart.
“Old fool, if you wish to die, then come!”
Jiang Li watched Yang Wuguang charging towards him from afar, a chill spreading through his heart.
To have barely clung to life, only to come flailing about, was truly courting death.
Jiang Li's [Universe Creation Art] circulated at an extreme speed, golden Profound Life force filling his entire body.
A tempestuous aura surged from Jiang Li. Wielding the Blazing Flame Dragon Soul Spear, he met the charge.
A streak of golden light flashed across the sky.
Jiang Li, swinging the Blazing Flame Dragon Soul Spear, collided instantly with Yang Wuguang.
In the sky above, many Saints of the Grand Profound Sacred Land, who had been observing Jiang Li's battle, wore grim expressions. A sense of powerlessness washed over them.
This Jiang Li was simply a monster. It was one thing to have annihilated eight Saints in the first wave; those were, after all, lesser-known Saints.
But those from the Primordial Sacred Land just now were elites! Yet, they were still annihilated by Jiang Li directly.
Eight out of nine Saints from the Sacred Land were slaughtered by Jiang Li alone, leaving only one Saint of the fourth heaven. It was utterly preposterous, an absolute monster.
Even more importantly, Jiang Li still had the strength to clash with that fourth-heaven Saint.
A monster, a true monster…
The battlefield where Jiang Li was located erupted with violent collisions.
Spatial turbulence raged everywhere.
Although Jiang Li's profound energy had been considerably depleted, his physical body was incredibly powerful. He could contend with Yang Wuguang, a Saint of the fourth heaven, relying solely on his strength without falling into a disadvantage.
The two exchanged blows with incredible speed, clashing dozens of times in mere moments.
Space shattered all around them.
Yang Wuguang's Saint Yuan tore through the heavens, and chaotic energy permeated the surroundings.
Jiang Li, unhurried, struck Yang Wuguang with blows as heavy as hammers.
With each collision, Yang Wuguang felt as if he were fighting a primeval behemoth. The ferocious impact penetrated his protective armor and struck deep into his very being.
Yang Wuguang's divine abilities also inflicted considerable injuries on Jiang Li.
Though Jiang Li had comprehended the power of Taiyin, Yang Wuguang was, after all, a Saint of the fourth heaven.
His Saint Yuan was incredibly domineering, like sharp blades constantly slashing at Jiang Li's body.
Jiang Li’s body continuously sustained minor wounds.
However, the moment a wound appeared, it healed instantly. The combined might of the Undying Divine Body and the [Phoenix Nirvana Scripture] pushed Jiang Li's recovery rate to its absolute maximum.
It seemed the gap between Saint realms was larger than he had imagined.
When he was in the Divine Sea realm, he could crush enemies across multiple cultivation levels.
But upon reaching the Saint realm, the chasm between cultivation levels widened again. It had become significantly more difficult for him to crush opponents across so many levels.
After all, those who cultivated to the Saint realm were not fools; they undoubtedly possessed considerable strength.
As Jiang Li launched fierce attacks, he also tested his various physical attributes, familiarizing himself with his own strength.
With the continuation of the battle, despair began to dawn in Yang Wuguang's heart.
He should have retreated immediately just now. He hadn't expected this little beast to be so powerful even without using his divine abilities.
Especially the faint roars of divine elephants emanating from Jiang Li made Yang Wuguang's hair stand on end.
More importantly, his own attacks could not inflict significant damage on Jiang Li. Even if he wounded Jiang Li, his condition would swiftly return to its peak.
Such formidable recovery, coupled with unrivaled attack power and speed, made this pervert truly terrifying.
The clash between them caused countless spatial collapses.
The Blazing Flame Dragon Soul Spear in Jiang Li's hand let out a low moan, its dragon soul seemingly suffering greatly from the impacts.
This Blazing Flame Dragon Soul Spear was already struggling to keep up with his strength, Jiang Li mused as he fought.
Heaven-tier spirit treasures were extremely powerful for ordinary cultivators in the Life-and-Death realm, but Jiang Li's current opponents were all Saints.
In these Saint-level battles, the Blazing Flame Dragon Soul Spear was somewhat inadequate.
Jiang Li was relying entirely on the terrifying brute force amplified by the superposition of his Ancient Desolate Sacred Body and the [Divine Elephant Suppression Prison Force] to suppress everything.
Since that was the case, he should end this quickly. Jiang Li's eyes narrowed.
"Tai Ling Thorn!!!"
Jiang Li then unleashed his spiritual attack.
His powerful mental energy, surging like a tide, condensed into a fine needle and shot towards Yang Wuguang's mind.
"Ah!!!"
Yang Wuguang was fully engaged in the fierce battle with Jiang Li and was not prepared for the sudden spiritual assault.
Struck by the Tai Ling Thorn, Yang Wuguang let out a cry of pain, his body momentarily frozen.
Although Jiang Li was only a third-tier Divine Sense Master, he had absorbed so many millennia-old spiritual herbs that he had already reached the limit of the third tier.
Yang Wuguang, having just endured a violent barrage of attacks, was mentally taut and completely undefended, making him an easy target for the Tai Ling Thorn.
Seizing the moment of Yang Wuguang's immobility, Jiang Li channeled the [Divine Elephant Suppression Prison Force] to its extreme.
The power of three hundred divine elephants erupted, coupled with the terrifying Ancient Desolate Sacred Body.
Immense power surged into the Blazing Flame Dragon Soul Spear, causing it to tremble.
The rampant force almost distorted space itself.
Yang Wuguang's momentarily frozen body trembled, his heart leaping into his throat.
A moment later, the Blazing Flame Dragon Soul Spear, infused with immense power, tore through Yang Wuguang's protective armor and pierced his body.
"No!!!"
Yang Wuguang let out a final, heart-wrenching scream, its tone incredibly tragic.
With a ripping sound, Yang Wuguang's pupils instantly lost focus, his eyes filled only with endless emptiness.
The rampant power flowed along the Blazing Flame Dragon Soul Spear into Yang Wuguang's bleeding heart, erupting.
Yang Wuguang's body was torn to shreds by the ferocious power.
Golden blood rained down, scattering through the air, cascading from the sky and shimmering with endless brilliance.
Yang Wuguang, a Saint of the fourth heaven, perished at Jiang Li's hands…
Bathed in the endless golden blood rain, Jiang Li panted heavily…
A Saint of the fourth heaven, nothing more, Jiang Li murmured inwardly, enveloped in endless radiance.