The bald old man's expression changed drastically.
He could feel that the power of Yang Lingtian's sword was more than a notch stronger than before.
He did not dare to take it head-on and could only retreat in a sorry scramble.
Yet Yang Lingtian's attacks came like waves, one crashing after another.
He abandoned defense completely, pouring all his strength into offense.
Trading wounds for wounds—this was his current strategy.
Since he could not be killed anyway, he would use the most savage and direct method to wear them down to death.
Bang!
The bald old man's spear pierced through Yang Lingtian's shoulder, sending a string of blood spraying into the air.
But Yang Lingtian did not even crease his brow. He swung his sword back and viciously hacked it into the spear-wielding old man's chest.
Pfft!
The spear-wielding old man was struck as if by thunder. He spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot and was sent flying backward.
Meanwhile, the wound on Yang Lingtian's shoulder had already healed completely in an instant.
"Madman! You're a madman!"
Seeing this scene, the remaining four old men felt their scalps go numb.
They had never seen such a reckless fighting style.
This was not fighting at all—it was wagering life against life.
The problem was that the other party's life simply could not be wagered away.
The rhythm of the battle had been completely seized by Yang Lingtian.
He was like a primeval beast that knew neither exhaustion nor pain, charging wildly through the midst of the five men.
For the first time, the five Late Divine Lord Realm experts felt what "despair" meant.
Their divine power was being depleted without stop.
All kinds of wounds had begun appearing on their bodies as well.
Yang Lingtian, on the other