Guardian Beast of the Mountain

The surging killing intent made Ye Fan frown deeply.

The sacred being nurtured in the deepest reaches of the Sun True Fire had likely already stepped into the realm of ancient sages. It would be extremely troublesome to deal with.

However, the Saint Realm itself had three levels. Above Saints were Saint Kings, and above Saint Kings were Great Saints.

Old Madman was a peerless giant who had reached the very pinnacle of the Great Saint Realm.

"Impudent! How dare you capture my dependents!"

A rolling roar came from the ancient cave at the center. The ancient being was enraged.

"Caw, caw, caw..."

The next moment, countless Fire Crows poured forth like dark clouds, scorching open the heavens and incinerating the earth. Even the cliff rocks cut from Undying Mountain began to melt one after another.

At a rough glance, there were at least another million of them!

"You beasts, do you truly think I dare not kill?"

Old Madman took a step forward and unleashed a terrifying fist technique capable of shattering heaven and earth. Each punch was heavier than the last, splitting the entire world apart and extinguishing the galaxy.

Six Paths Reincarnation Fist!

As divine creatures born from the Sun True Fire, the black Fire Crows were equivalent to demonic birds that had gained sentience in the outside world. Even the lowest-ranked little demons of the Eastern Wasteland had long possessed physical bodies.

A million Fire Crows were equivalent to a million cultivators, an army of a million.

Yet this extravagant force could not withstand even a single punch from Old Madman.

With one punch, all heavens and myriad worlds moved toward extinction, and the cycle of all things stood on the verge of collapse.

Even when the million Fire Crows launched wave after wave of volleys,