"Give up, Ye Fan."
On the Mythological Battlefield, Ye Fan was surrounded by a group of quasi-emperors. He stood atop the damaged Myriad Mother Qi Cauldron, while the Saint Blood within him was on the verge of drying up.
"Little Golden-Winged Peng King, Great Evolution Xiang Yifei... Di Tian, Huang Xudao, Yao Guang, Son of Heaven, come at me together. Even if my Saint Blood runs dry today, I, Ye, will never surrender." Standing proudly amid the ruins, Ye Fan swept his arrogant gaze over the opponents who had come all this way.
He did not understand why these defeated subordinates of his had always managed to undergo a complete transformation in an extremely short time after losing to him, then increase their talent and cultivation by leaps and bounds.
"Fellow Daoists, could you leave the Holy Body to me?" At that moment, Overlord Physique Hun Zhan stepped forward, wanting to deal with Holy Body Ye Fan.
"Daoist Overlord, he does not belong to you. Holy Body Ye Fan must be handed over to me." Son of Heaven, enveloped in the Five-Colored Divine Ring, also stepped forward.
"Come at me together. Why should I, Ye, fear you?" Seeing that his opponents had actually treated him like roasted meat on a chopping board, Ye Fan immediately shouted angrily.
"Ye Fan, you and I have no grudge between us. If you must blame someone, blame your bad timing." The Goddess of the God Race spoke. Clearly, she also wanted to kill Ye Fan with a single strike.
"Fellow Daoists, there is no need to listen to his nonsense. To prevent any accidents, let us attack together and erase him." Di Tian spoke.
Everyone present understood that Ye Fan was like an unkillable cockroach, escaping certain death time and time again.
He had