Rumble!
Under Fan Lang's fierce assault, Fan Sha's white lotuses shattered and fell away one after another. He himself was grievously wounded, his body bursting apart as flesh and blood sprayed everywhere—a horrific sight.
Fan Sha flew backward through the air, barely managing to stop himself. His face was filled with despair, and he was on the verge of collapse.
He had thought he could absorb the power of numerous Holy Sons and use it to kill Fan Lang, yet he was still powerless.
Fan Lang's current strength gave him a feeling of utter invincibility, a feeling he had not experienced in many years.
It was the feeling of a fledgling bird facing an eagle, or livestock facing tigers and dragons.
There was no hope in sight. Defeat was certain.
"How could this be... My lifelong cultivation... my grand ambitions... Are they really ending like this?"
Fan Sha was unwilling to accept it!
Boom!
Another blow struck. Fan Sha was sent flying by Fan Lang again, his body shattered beyond recognition. Only his dantian allowed him to barely cling to life.
The power he had absorbed from the vast army was blasted apart. The deadly poison he had barely suppressed revived at once, corroding him from within and without.
In the distance, the two armies were clashing. Looking at the overall situation, Flame Dragon Academy held the advantage. Their offensive was like a sharp blade driven into the Holy Light Continent's army. Holy Sons were being killed one after another, and the power Fan Sha could draw upon was dwindling.
The outcome of this world-shaking war seemed to have already revealed itself.
No.
No.
This would not do!
Fan Sha's eyes split with fury as unprecedented fighting spirit erupted from him. He refused to give up like this.
He was