Ling Tian, Lian Yue, and the others had come to the Yin Stage this time mainly to see how the Beast Taming Clan fought. Now they knew that after cultivators fused with savage beasts, their strength, spiritual energy, and speed all increased somewhat. Although their power rose considerably, they were not impossible to deal with. So Ling Tian decided to stop playing around and end the fight quickly.
The Buddha Image Phantom appeared, nearly doubling Ling Tian's strength. He also unleashed the Divine Fist Sect's threefold punching force, sending out three Arhat Fist phantoms in rapid succession to meet Yu Shen's attack. Each phantom had only eighty percent of the power of Ling Tian's full-strength strike, but together they carried several times its might.
Several more muffled booms rang out, and this time the energy fluctuations were even more violent than before. The booms were followed by a crisp cracking sound. Yu Shen flew backward like a stone, moving even faster than he had on the way in.
Ling Tian, meanwhile, retreated three steps. But he had done so deliberately to dissipate Yu Shen's violent attack. Judging from his unruffled composure, that strike had likely caused him no injuries.
Yu Shen finally managed to stop after flying dozens of yards, but he coughed violently and spat out a mouthful of blood. His whole body trembled, and the fist that had collided with Ling Tian's was a bloody mess, hanging limp at his side. It was clearly broken and unusable.
Yu Shen looked haggard, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief. Then came several more cracking sounds. His armor was splitting apart, exposing his body. The dark-red blood seeping through the cracks showed that he was badly injured.
Without sparing Yu Shen behind him a glance, Ling Tian dusted off his