After igniting the Essence Fire, Worship Heaven Sect's Saint Son Nie Shang had gained a clear boost in strength.
Just as Lin Bai, the Saint Son of Ten Thousand Saints Mountain Wang Zhengyang, and the others had discussed, after casting the Three Incense Worship Heaven Art, Nie Shang launched a fierce assault.
His strength had already increased dramatically. Now, under that relentless barrage, Duanmu Lin was beaten utterly helpless, already gravely wounded and on the verge of death.
When everyone's gaze fell on Duanmu Lin as he emerged from the smoke and dust, they could not bear to look and turned their heads away.
Because Duanmu Lin's current appearance was truly tragic beyond words.
His flesh was split open all over his body, layer after layer, forming cracks like a spiderweb.
Blood flowed from the wounds, dyeing his robes crimson. There was almost not a single uninjured patch of flesh left on him.
And that was only what the naked eye could see. In places invisible to the eye—the internal organs, meridians, bones, and elsewhere—he had also suffered severe injuries.
It was no exaggeration to say that if Duanmu Lin's cultivation and strength had not already been extraordinarily powerful, any other martial artist would almost certainly have died beneath that relentless assault.
Even though Duanmu Lin had been lucky enough to keep his life, judging from his current condition, he seemingly could no longer continue fighting Worship Heaven Sect's Saint Son Nie Shang.
"It looks like the Nine Underworlds Demon Palace is going to lose this battle as well."
"Who would have thought that, at such an important occasion as the Nine Underworlds Demon Palace's Renaming Ceremony, the host, the Nine Underworlds Demon Palace, would actually be suppressed so miserably?"
"Does the Nine Underworlds Demon Palace truly have the ability