Saint's Fall
The saint-level battle high in the sky had thoroughly entered its most intense phase.
Rampaging energy ravaged every direction. The entire world trembled violently beneath this power, while space, like fragile glass, constantly shattered and rapidly healed, teetering on the verge of collapse.
Among all the battlefields, the most eye-catching was undoubtedly Han Feng's.
Alone, he faced three vicious Dou Sheng beasts: a Five-Star, a Four-Star, and a Three-Star.
In such a perilous battle—the most dangerous on the entire battlefield—any expert of the same rank would likely have long since fallen into a disadvantageous position and been left in grave danger.
The three beasts—Profound Abyss Ancient Kui, Desolate Prison Colossal Fang, and Master of Thousand Threads Gu—grew increasingly alarmed as the battle continued.
They had assumed that, with their powerful bodies far surpassing those of humans and their unpredictable demonic attacks, the three saints joining forces and launching wave after wave of ferocious assaults would surely tear this arrogant human to pieces in the shortest time possible.
But reality delivered them a resounding slap across the face.
Faced with the frenzied siege of three saint-level beasts, Han Feng's expression remained calm from beginning to end, like an ancient well without the slightest ripple.
Golden Dou Qi condensed around him like mountains, flowing smoothly between offense and defense. Holding the Green Lotus Sword, he unleashed sword qi in every direction—at times like a violent storm, at times like a spring breeze brushing willow branches—forcefully blocking every savage attack from the three beasts, attacks powerful enough to split mountains and shatter the earth.
Facing three enemies alone, not only did he not fall behind, but as time passed, he gradually gained the upper hand. He forced the once-arrogant beast saints back step by step. They roared endlessly, yet could never