Although things had changed and Divine Calculator's Disciple herself was not the one fighting, Fan Lang still decided to accept the challenge.
A one-on-one battle offered a greater advantage than a melee.
Eliminating one enemy first would blunt the other side's momentum, reduce their numbers and overall strength, and greatly ease the pressure on Fan Lang's side.
"Everyone, I'll take the lead. Stay here and watch the battle. Keep your guard up in case they make a sudden move," Fan Lang told his companions.
"Disciple, be careful. No matter what, your opponent is a Middle God. This place is cut off from the outside world, and even your Aurora God Token has lost its effect. It's like losing a protective talisman," Heavenly Gifted Pill Saint cautioned.
"Rest assured, Master. I know what I'm doing. My ambitions remain unfulfilled—how could I fall in a place like this?" After speaking, Fan Lang stepped forward through the crowd and approached Black Lion.
Black Lion's face was as dark as water. He radiated a pressure as steady as a mountain, crushing even the surrounding space into extreme solidity and making it difficult to move a single step.
Fan Lang's aura was imposing, like a drawn sword. He strolled through the air with ease, forcibly breaking through the pressure Black Lion had created.
Faintly, fractures formed around Fan Lang, beyond which surged raging spatial currents.
"A mere Lower God can actually break through my pressure. This is the first time I've encountered such a thing. It seems I needn't treat you as a Lower God, nor do I need to hesitate over bullying the weak." As Black Lion spoke, he assumed a combat stance. One iron claw was raised, the other lowered, positioned beside his face and before his body, both gleaming with a chilling