A Desperate Fight

Ahead stood a man whose features were blurred, as if shrouded in endless divine light. Only his eyes were visible—cold and indifferent. It was none other than Holy Lord Junhao!

Behind him stood another man in an ancient Daoist robe, surrounded by visions of stars being born and extinguished, of all things coming into being. His aura was as deep as the sea. He was the Myriad Forms Sacred Ancestor!

Behind the two of them stood more than a dozen powerful auras of the Limitless Saint Realm, surrounding them like stars around the moon. They stood in silence, their cold killing intent almost tangible as it locked onto the white figure within the boiling sea of blood below.

They were Holy Lord Junhao and the Myriad Forms Sacred Ancestor, along with the Heaven-Patrolling Hall's seventeen protectors—the remaining seventeen Limitless Saints among the nineteen saints of the Divine Continent.

The moment Holy Lord Junhao's group appeared, all the surviving Heaven-Patrolling Hall disciples were overjoyed, filled with the relief of having survived a calamity.

To everyone present, with Holy Lord Junhao and the others back, Zhang Shuai was undoubtedly doomed today!

Facing Junhao, Wanxiang, and the dozen or so Limitless Saint Realm auras behind them, who seemed like gods descending from the heavens, the killing intent in Zhang Shuai's heart, which had been boiling like magma after successive bloody battles, was instantly extinguished by bone-piercing cold.

Previously, when facing the combined assault of Kurong, Haoqiong, and the Golden Flood Dragon—three Great Dao Saint Realm experts—along with dozens of Primordial Chaos Saints, he could still contend with them through the battle-fueled growth of the Blood-Battle Heaven-Piercing Art and the peerless sharpness of the Heaven-Opening Axe.

But now, the enemy had nineteen more people, and all nineteen were supreme experts. No matter how confident