Wei Fan stood in the void, his hair flying wildly. None of the twelve Demon Kings could withstand a single blow; in an instant, they were all dead. Even though Wei Fan had given them the chance to join forces, they had only managed to force out a fraction of his strength.
"So fierce!"
"Beiding Continent actually produced such a monster!"
"No wonder King Zhenbei told us not to leave the city to help. If we went, we'd only drag him down."
"He has the makings of a Martial Saint. I dare say that in at most three to five years, so long as he does not fall, Wei Fan will surely become a Saint."
"Nonsense. If an aberration like him cannot become a Saint, then how many people in this world can?"
"Zhilan Sect, Huoyun Cave, and the demons all want him dead. Who knows whether he can live to become a Saint."
The entirety of Yunjin City erupted. Everyone stared at Wei Fan's figure in utter shock.
"Unfortunately, we still did not get to see his full strength."
Feng Hua secretly shook her head. At Wei Fan's level of power, he could be called the strongest in the Martial King realm. To him, there was little difference between one ordinary Demon King and ten; they simply could not force out his true strength.
Moreover, the Demon Race had clearly underestimated Wei Fan. Although they had long dispatched Demon Kings here to deal with him, they had not even brought a joint-assault battle formation. Let alone twelve Demon Kings—even a hundred of them, without a combined battle formation, would only be slaughtered sooner or later.
No matter how many attacks ordinary Demon Kings launched, they were useless if they could not break through his defenses.
"His strength can