Never had they expected this.
They truly had never expected this.
The Holy Sons had never expected things to turn out this way. The kill trap they had painstakingly arranged, which they had believed to be foolproof, had been crushed by Fan Lang alone.
In just a short time, they had already suffered heavy casualties.
Mystic Saints were synonymous with power, yet before Fan Lang, they had become so utterly vulnerable. They had only ever seen such overwhelming might in Sage Emperor Fan Sha.
Of the three formations, one had been destroyed, while the other two were on the verge of collapse. That previous strike had covered far too wide an area, affecting every formation.
"What do we do?"
"Attack! Even if we perish together, we must kill him!"
"Surround him completely and fight him with suicidal tactics!"
Like madmen, the Holy Sons continued fighting together, employing every means at their disposal—formations, poison, even self-destruction.
Their combined assault was not entirely ineffective. It still caused Fan Lang considerable trouble, and he was struck by several attacks in succession.
Of course, compared to the earlier natural disaster, those injuries were insignificant.
Both sides fought desperately, turning heaven and earth dark with slaughter.
Throughout the battle, Holy Sons died one after another. Fan Lang reaped batch after batch of Experience Points, drawing ever closer to the next level.
The situation on his side was excellent, while the Holy Sons were in precisely the opposite state. The outcome of this great battle seemed to be emerging.
At that critical moment, white light suddenly appeared in midair, illuminating everything around them as though the sun had descended.
The white light formed a humanoid shape and transformed into Sage Emperor Fan Sha. It was his avatar!
This avatar was connected to his mind. Everything it