C11 War Against the Demon Mountain

As time went on, even the Intercept Sect's strong destiny would eventually be depleted. Ye Fann now realized why the Intercept Sect had fallen during the Investiture of the Gods War. The Heaven-Communicating Sect Leader, having been surrounded and attacked by the other five Saints, was clearly defeated... It was all contrived.

"Today, upon my return, I just happened to encounter you all. The blood from those of the Heavenly Court will surely taste even sweeter!" Wing Immortal's eyes, filled with lethal intent, swept over the crowd. An overwhelming aura, more powerful than that of a Golden Immortal, wreaked havoc between heaven and earth. Ye Fann, facing this unparalleled oppressive force, gripped the God Slaying Spear in his hand. His heart swelled with both battle spirit and rage.

Listening to Wing Immortal's words, it seemed he was still trapped in the grand illusion of the Ancient Demon Clan's heyday, referring to humans as mere food. This took Ye Fann back to the time of the Lich War when the Demon Clan sacrificed billions of human lives to forge the Lich Killing Sword. In his past life, he was human, and in this life, human blood still coursed through his veins. How could he not be enraged by Wing Immortal's words?

Above the Devil Subduing Army, the iron-blooded aura was so thick it seemed to blanket the sky. Wing Immortal, with his Taiyi Golden Immortal cultivation, could easily discern its origin. This iron-blooded aura was forged from the slaughter of the Demon Clan. His eyes flashed dangerously as he extended a massive hand towards the Devil Subduing Army. His palm grew to an immense size, eclipsing the sun and enveloping the entire army below. Ye Fann, upon seeing this, steeled his resolve and bit down hard.

Without hesitation, he invoked the Heavenly Dharma, transforming into a colossal giant thousands of feet tall. He lifted his arms, resisting the descending giant palm. With a thunderous "Boom!" the casual grab of Wing Immortal was met with resistance. Yet, the might of his Taiyi Golden Immortal cultivation was unmistakable, even in such a seemingly effortless attack.

He still wielded a destructive force capable of obliterating anything in its path. The giant that Ye Fann had become took the brunt of the palm strike, half of his calf buried in the earth. His frame shook violently, and he couldn't help but cough up a great deal of blood.

"Heavenly God!" The Devil Subduing Army watched in distress as Ye Fann sustained grave injuries. Under the immense pressure of the Taiyi Golden Immortal, they found themselves unable to move, much less mount a resistance. All they could do was watch helplessly, eyes wide with shock.

To the Devil Subduing Army, Ye Fann was more than a leader; he had guided them to strength, to prominence, and to a fearsome reputation across the Great Wilderness Land. He had been their rebirth. Now, faced with a formidable foe and with the speed of Soaring Earth Golden Light at his disposal, Ye Fann might have had the chance to escape. But for their sake, he stood alone against the onslaught of the Taiyi Golden Immortal. As they faced the prospect of death, they felt utterly helpless, their hearts brimming with frustration and a burning desire for boundless power—to rip the very heavens and earth asunder!

Inside Ye Fann, his blood roared. His organs glowed, rapidly mending his injuries. "Ah, this little ant is somewhat amusing!" remarked the Wing Immortal, noticing Ye Fann's resilience and increasing the force of his blows.

"Crack... Crack..." Ye Fann's legs were now fully submerged in the mud, his bones emitting the sound of being overburdened. "Break free!" Ye Fann commanded, straightening his spine and fervently channeling the Nine Circles Profound Arts. His heart thumped powerfully, like distant thunder, fueling him with ceaseless energy. His blood surged like mighty rivers through his veins, his entire being aglow. The intense heat of his life force radiated from him, as if he were a sun that had descended to earth. And behind him, a vague figure began to take shape, its stature as grand as the cosmos, its verdant body and mountainous muscles, its river-like meridians, all exuding a fierce presence.

An overwhelming presence filled the world, compelling all creatures to feel an irresistible impulse to prostrate themselves in reverence. "This is... Pan Gu!" Had he actually seen Pan Gu? The voice of the Wing Immortal trembled with the question.

Ye Fann's body seemed to ignite with an inner fire as he unleashed a thunderous roar. Astoundingly, he managed to withstand the colossal palm that towered tens of thousands of feet high. His legs tore from the earth, and in that moment, a blood-red spear shot into the heavens, impaling the Wing Immortal's palm and drawing forth a shower of blood.

"You're seeking your own death!" The Wing Immortal bellowed in rage. As a Taiyi Golden Immortal and a Sage's Registered Disciple, he was incensed to be wounded by a mere Golden Immortal from the Heavenly Court. It was an affront of the highest order.

His fury unabated, the Wing Immortal cast aside his playfulness and unleashed his full divine power. "Puff..." Ye Fann coughed up more blood, his organs lacerated with countless fissures.

"Heavenly God!" Ye Fann heard the cry and glanced down. The eyes of the Devil Subduing Army below were red with fervor, their violent auras spewing forth. The clouds formed by their iron-blooded auras churned wildly. All the iron-blooded auras had converged, merging and whipping up a storm as a formidable force brewed on the verge of manifestation.

Witnessing Ye Fann's selfless struggle, the tens of thousands in the Devil Subduing Army were filled with an overwhelming desire to lend their strength. Under the surge of their collective will, the iron-blooded aura underwent a profound transformation. "Boom!" The sky and earth resonated with a massive rumble as a golden "Soul" character materialized aloft.

Shouldn't there be a weapon or a Divine Beast instead? What a farce to present a mere character! Yet, a radiant light pierced through the mountains and rivers, heralding a novel force. In that instant, the Great Experts across the Three Realms sensed its emergence. "To think that such power exists!" Many Great Experts mused, their hearts stirred for a long time by the revelation.

In the Primordial Era, there were numerous formations capable of enhancing one's strength. Take, for instance, the Demon Race's Allheaven Stars Large Array or the Witch Clan's twelve Divine Demon Heavenly Formation. To harness these, one would need the power of a Spiritual Treasure or the force of their bloodline to unify the strength of many.

For the first time in the Great Wilderness Land, a phenomenon emerged that could amplify strength manifold, an unprecedented marvel. Within Demon Mountain, each member of the Devil Subduing Army bore a glimmer of golden light on their foreheads, pulsing as if alive.

Ye Fann's heart swelled with relief. He quickly engaged the Martial Army Soul's "Spirit Art." The golden "Soul" character in the sky seemed to heed a call, streaming into Ye Fann's body and merging with him. The rich iron-blood aura transformed into powerful waves of force, coursing through his limbs and bones. His cultivation level skyrocketed, advancing through the Middle and Late Periods of the Golden Immortal Stage until it halted at the Peak of the Golden Immortal Stage, teetering on the edge of the next great boundary.

Ye Fann felt an unparalleled surge of power. With a mere gesture, it seemed he could topple the heavens and shatter the earth. "Get lost!" he bellowed, his voice like a thunderclap, as a radiant golden light erupted from him, repelling the colossal palm overhead.

Wing Immortal was taken aback. He had not anticipated that the combined might of these seemingly insignificant beings could pose a threat to him. "Bring the spear!" Ye Fann commanded. The God Slaying Spear soared across the sky into his grasp. "Thirty-six seals! Unseal!" he called out, with the Martial Army Soul's power now at his command.

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