Cultivators at the Twenty-ninth Heaven of Near-Saints were indeed powerful—more powerful than Ling Tian and the others had expected. Even though their target had only just barely broken through to this level, and Ling Tian's group focused all their fire on him, they still couldn't kill him immediately or even seriously wound him. For now, it seemed they could only wear him down.
Fortunately, the man could barely advance under their concentrated attacks. To fend them off, especially the onslaught of all kinds of strange energies, he had to summon ample Divine Yuan Power and cast various Dao arts. That was a considerable drain, one he couldn't sustain indefinitely.
Seeing that no one on their side was in danger, everyone breathed a little easier. Even if they couldn't kill their target right away, they weren't overly worried. In fact, they were quietly hopeful. After all, they still had a good chance of killing or even capturing him.
At the moment, there was no doubt that Ling Tian's attacks posed the greatest threat to the man. It wasn't that Ling Tian was personally stronger than Shen Wei and the others. More importantly, he could draw on the entire formation and harness numerous Saint-grade Heavenly Treasures to attack. Combined with his various secret techniques, his attacks were naturally much harder for the target to handle. Above all, the pure, unceasing waves of Ice Sha Power were what kept the man from advancing.
But the target was, after all, a powerful cultivator at the Twenty-ninth Heaven of Near-Saints; he couldn't have only those few tricks. Feeling the bone-chilling Ice Sha Power around him and the increasingly abundant strange energies, he stopped holding back. With a mighty roar, dark-red flames billowed over his entire body. Their scorching heat easily melted the ice crystals coating