"Ah!"
Wang Tianqi let out a miserable scream as his entire body flew backward.
But Yang Lingtian gave him no chance to catch his breath.
He stayed close behind him like a maggot clinging to a rotting bone.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Every punch landed with a meaty thud!
Each fist contained tyrannical Chaos Power, making Wang Tianqi's Body Protection Divine Light tremble wildly and battering his old face into a bloody mess.
A dignified Mid Divine King Realm powerhouse was now being hammered in the sky like a sandbag by a junior in the Mid Divine Lord Realm!
"Ancestor!"
The Wang Family elders below were utterly dumbfounded when they saw this.
Their faith had collapsed. That was their invincible ancestor!
How could he be beaten like a dead dog?
Meanwhile, the battlefield below was even more horrific.
"Ha-ha-ha! This feels great!" Yang Dingtian was drenched in blood.
Of course, it was all someone else's blood.
The blade of the great saber in his hands had long since been hacked blunt, so he casually tossed it aside.
At that moment, he had one unfortunate Late Saint God Realm victim clutched in each massive hand.
They were both living people, yet he treated them as two human-shaped weapons, swinging them with a whistling roar.
"Sweep Across a Thousand Armies!"
"Forcefully Cleave Mount Hua!"
"Old Man Pushes the Cart!"
He shouted a jumble of move names, and wherever he passed, severed limbs flew in all directions.
The two unlucky men being used as weapons had long since been spun until they foamed at the mouth, their bones shattered to pieces.
Where could the allied forces of the three great powers still find even half a shred of fighting spirit?
Was this a battle? This was clearly suicide!
"Devils! They're devils!"
"I'm not fighting