Every person had suffered injuries in this battle. Even Yang Lingtian's wounds had continued to increase.
Yet he remained at his peak. He even traded injury for injury, forcing everyone back step by step.
After several hours of fierce fighting, three Peak Heavenly God experts had already fallen beneath Yang Lingtian's sword!
The remaining Peak Heavenly God experts were utterly terrified.
They finally realized what a terrifying existence they had provoked.
This was no spent arrow at all.
This was plainly a God of Slaughter—a demon king none could defeat.
"Run! Run!"
No one knew who had been the first to let out that desperate roar.
Immediately afterward, everyone lost the will to fight.
Like birds startled by the twang of a bow, they fled wildly in every direction.
What Saint God Realm inheritance? What greed?
In the face of the fear of death, everything became so laughable.
Their only thought now was to escape this Chaos Domain that resembled hell and get as far away from that baleful star as possible.
In the time it took to burn a stick of incense, the battlefield finally returned to silence.
Only Yang Lingtian remained, standing with his sword in hand.
He was drenched in blood, his black hair whipping wildly, his gaze cold. He looked like a demon god who had walked out of a mountain of corpses and sea of blood.
The dozens of Peak Heavenly God experts had long since fled—in other words, they had fled in defeat.
In the distance, Huang Yuelan, who had been watching the battle from concealment all along, was filled with indescribable shock.
She had seen the beginning, and she had seen the end.
From dozens of Peak Heavenly God experts launching an imposing encirclement attack to Yang Lingtian driving them all back with