"That boy... what kind of monster is he?" The middle-aged man's heart was filled with uncertainty.
He was merely at the Late Heavenly God Realm, yet relying on a high-grade divine artifact, he could actually clash head-on with a Late Saint God Realm expert like him?
Even the most top-tier high-grade divine artifact required sufficiently powerful cultivation to unleash its full might.
By rights, someone at the Late Heavenly God Realm should not even be able to display one-tenth of a high-grade divine artifact's power.
Yet now, Yang Lingtian's displayed combat strength had clearly surpassed the Mid Saint God Realm, enough to threaten even a Late Saint God Realm expert like him.
"Could he have concealed his cultivation?" This thought arose in the middle-aged man's mind, but he quickly rejected it.
He could clearly sense Yang Lingtian's realm aura. There was no doubt that he was at the Late Heavenly God Realm.
"That sword, as well as the cultivation method he practices, are definitely no ordinary things!" The greed in the middle-aged man's eyes grew even stronger.
These two people absolutely had extraordinary backgrounds.
The secrets they carried were probably even more astonishing than that high-grade divine artifact.
Time slipped away second by second amid this incomparably fierce battle.
In the blink of an eye, another hour passed.
The sky had been beaten full of holes, with spatial rifts spreading densely like a spiderweb and unable to heal for a long time.
The earth was even more devastated. Huge craters were everywhere, mountains had been leveled, and rivers had been boiled dry.
Within a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles, everything lay in ruins, as though the apocalypse had descended.
Yet the situations on the two battlefields still had not undergone any fundamental change.
Although Yang Dingtian had fallen