A small section of his energy wing was actually cut off!
It slowly fluttered down and dissipated into the void.
drip, drip.
Filthy blood splattered!
It sizzled on the ground, sending up wisps of green smoke.
The Evil Priest was injured!
In a head-on clash, he was wounded by a youth who looked no more than twenty years old!
The three quasi-priests were shaken.
He clearly couldn’t fly!
Although his body was powerful and his speed extraordinary, he ultimately hadn’t condensed wings.
At best, he was like them—a being with one foot on the threshold.
“How is this possible?” the three muttered, as if witnessing the most absurd thing in the world.
Because Lin Hong stood steadily, though his black cloak was tattered, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his face was slightly pale.
Obviously, he was also injured, and his wounds were even heavier than those of the Anhongpao Xie Jisi.
But he stood very steadily, clearly not harmed at his core.
His eyes were frighteningly bright, showing no intention to retreat—in fact, he seemed even more excited.
“Cough!”
He coughed twice, spitting out a mouthful of stagnant blood, and his gaze fell on his right arm.
The sleeve there was also torn, revealing the crystalline skin beneath.
At this moment, there was a sensation of soreness and warmth, as if it were being reborn.
The clash just now was terrifying.
He was certain that before undergoing a transformation, he couldn’t slay a fifth-order of this world, but he could match them in power!
Moreover, it wasn’t without benefit.
Inside his body, the main internal circulation faced high pressure and automatically ran at high speed, producing a large amount of pure energy, nearly eighty percent of which was absorbed by his right arm to open up the internal circulation in that arm!
He could sense that within his right arm, the nascent internal circulation was greedy.
Under immense stimulation, it crazily extracted energy to expand and push forward!
Lin Hong suddenly looked up, his eyes bright.
He raised his hand to point at the enemy in midair, gently crooked his finger, and wore a brilliant smile that was utterly infuriating!
At this moment, the Anhongpao Xie Jisi’s eyes were cold.
He knew that he had just underestimated his opponent, not using full force, not even employing his fists and feet, which resulted in failing to kill his opponent in one move and instead suffering a minor injury himself.
“Kill!”
He shouted in a low voice and dove again.
This injury was nothing to him.
Within the Holy Domain, his power was supplied endlessly; as long as he didn’t die, he could keep regenerating.
Having learned his lesson, he would no longer hold back.
He would go all out to kill this young man.
At the same time, he secretly ordered the three quasi-priests to surround and kill him together, and even communicated with this space to produce a terrifying resonance.
Although he was confident, he was not careless and would not fall into the same pit twice.
In an instant, this space further awakened, emitting a hum!
In the void, evil spirit magic arrows poured like a rainstorm.
Sharp ground spikes continuously stabbed up from the earth.
Additionally, formless mental shrieks, mixed with countless negative thoughts, crazily assaulted Lin Hong’s mental sea.
Furthermore, the three quasi-priests seized the opportunity and accelerated their pursuit.
The old woman kept waving her wooden staff, raining down all kinds of curse magic and evil arts, blocking all his angles of escape.
Lin Hong’s hairs stood on end.
How could he not feel the power behind it?
He turned and ran, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
His speed was truly too fast.
His figure was like lightning, each leap covering twenty or thirty zhang—equivalent to half-flight—as he charged through various lethal magics and evil arts.
But the attacks were truly dense, like an inescapable net, and their power was immense, destroying everything in their path.
Most crucially, at this moment, the Anhongpao Xie Jisi had completely shed all contempt.
The energy wings on his back had long since recovered; with a single flap, he achieved extreme speed, yet made no sound of breaking air.
In an instant, he appeared beside Lin Hong and threw a full-power punch!
This punch was plain and unadorned, but it condensed all his evil energy.
Where the fist passed, the air was compressed, forming an air blast.
Dong….
A dull impact sound like the beating of a giant drum exploded.
Lin Hong was sent flying backward, smashing through seven or eight huge stalagmites in a row.
Dust filled the air.
He had truly fallen into a perilous situation!
The Anhongpao Xie Jisi gave him no chance to catch his breath and immediately pursued.
At the same time, he was extremely cautious, coordinating with the three quasi-priests.
Although his own attacks slowed slightly, the overall assault grew tighter, weaving a deadly net.
Lin Hong’s pressure instantly multiplied.
The enemy’s attacks were relentless, as if he were facing the enmity of the entire world.
Soon, he suffered a dozen new wounds.
Some of his bones cracked, his internal organs shook, and a sweet, coppery taste filled his throat. Intense pain continued.
Not only that, but inside his body, the situation was equally complicated.
Because, originally, under immense life-or-death pressure, his internal circulation was running at unprecedented speed, autonomously producing a steady stream of pure life energy—this should have been a holy remedy for healing!
However, at this moment, the nascent internal circulation in his right arm was like a bottomless pit, frantically seizing the newly generated energy to advance the opening of that new internal circulation, absorbing a full eighty percent or more of the energy!
The remaining twenty percent barely kept his injuries from worsening and resisted the erosion of external evil energy.
But healing was out of the question; the speed was excruciatingly slow, to the point of being appalling.
At the same time, Lin Hong had to split his attention, constantly looking inward and coordinating with the scripture to open the new internal circulation.
This made his reactions to the outside world sluggish, and he got hit even more.
It was only because the Creation Return to Origin Sutra was a supreme foundational technique that had tempered his body to be tough and durable; otherwise, he would have been beaten to a pulp long ago.
There was no other way—this was the cultivation philosophy of this scripture: to tap into human potential through battle, endlessly and without limit.
“This guy… what kind of monster is he?!”
After a long assault without success, the Anhongpao Xie Jisi was both shocked and enraged in his heart.
It must be noted that he had already exhausted all his methods, coordinating with the three quasi-priests and even mobilizing the power of the [Holy Domain].
The attacks came like a storm, landing solidly on the opponent’s body.
And in fact, that young man was indeed continuously coughing up blood, his injuries accumulating.
But he just wouldn’t die!
It was even difficult to inflict truly critical damage that threatened his foundation!
This person’s physical strength was simply unimaginable.
With his fifth-order power and martial techniques, splitting mountains and cutting rivers were not difficult, but hitting this person felt like striking dead wood—the sound was loud, but the actual damage was insufficient.
Moreover, the opponent’s recovery was even more terrifying.
Some wounds that should have been deep enough to see bone, capable of eroding and causing continuous damage, often stopped bleeding within a few breaths.
Although new wounds were added far faster than they could heal, this vitality was simply hair-raising!
The three quasi-priests were even less of a concern—their attacks were barely an itch, their damage negligible.
The young man even ignored some of the weaker attacks, simply turning his body to endure them head-on.
The Anhongpao Xie Jisi felt that even he was starting to tire from the fight.
He was giving it his all, constantly using lethal moves, yet that brat was still bouncing around, his eyes growing brighter, his stamina seemingly inexhaustible!
He even began to doubt his own existence: Were they really in the [Holy Domain]?
Nine fifth-order royal knights had been suppressed here to the point of misery, trapped by merely three fifth-orders and unable to move.
How was this kid as if nothing was wrong?
Is this really a level of physical strength a human could have?
Could he be carrying the bloodline of some ancient ferocious beast?
A thought flashed through his mind, but he dismissed it.
Because Lin Hong showed no signs of demonic beast characteristics; his aura was pure—he was a true human.
But humans were never strong in physical constitution; they excelled in technique, energy manipulation, and the delicate use of battle qi and magic—definitely not this beast-like physique!
“This priest does not believe I cannot subdue you!”
A fierce glint flashed in the Evil Priest’s eyes.
He suddenly retreated and rose into the air again.
His hands formed seals at a dizzying speed, and from his mouth came ancient, twisted syllables.
He was burning his own origin, using it as a sacrifice to resonate more deeply with this evil god’s subspace, exchanging it for even greater suppression and empowerment!