At that moment, Lin Fan's entire body shone as he circulated his life Precious Art, forcibly expelling the weapons and healing his wounds.
With a boom, every weapon exploded the instant it left his body.
This was a blessing amid misfortune. Had they detonated inside his flesh, the consequences would have been unthinkable.
Finally, after a battle of life and death that stained his robes with blood, he slaughtered every enemy on this battlefield and gained a brief respite.
Yet some force seemed to imprison this place. He could only advance, never retreat.
That meant he had to slaughter his way forward, clearing the enemies from every single area without skipping or overlooking any of them.
Next, Lin Fan entered another battlefield, healing and recovering as he walked.
"Kill!"
But there were far too many enemies. Thousands of soldiers and horses came charging toward him, giving him no time to rest as they lunged to kill the moment they spotted him.
His expression grave, Lin Fan immediately plunged into the new battle, charging through the army with no regard for his life. Corpses littered the ground, and blood flowed in rivers.
It looked like harvesting wheat, with one swath after another falling, yet the danger was extreme. This was no game.
Moreover, he had no way back now. His only choice was to slaughter his way forward; otherwise, death alone awaited him.
Through bloody battle after bloody battle, Lin Fan fell several times and climbed back up each time, pressing onward through sheer will.
In the process, he suffered terrible injuries. His body was nearly torn apart, blackened in many places, with white bones exposed-a ghastly sight.
Had he not mastered several supreme healing Divine Abilities and cultivated the life law, he would likely have fallen apart and perished long