The Exalted Immortals were in despair.
He couldn't block it at all.
They were all going to die here!
"Yang Lingqian, it's all your fault. Why did you bring up An Lin for no reason?" Ouyang Tai gritted his teeth.
"That's right. Their killing intent has become even more intense. If we didn't mention that person, our chances of breaking out of the encirclement would be much higher!" Shi Zhen also complained with hatred.
Yang Lingqian couldn't even be bothered to retort. What was the point of saying all this now?
The auras of the three Celestial Kings skyrocketed, and they wanted to fight to the death.
The River God plunged his golden trident into the sea. "Ten Thousand Waves!"
The White Nectar Sea surged violently as gargantuan waves of over a hundred thousand feet tall surged violently toward the gods in the sky.
"Great Bright Sun Fire!" Yan Ji bit down on her lower lip and spat out a mouthful of blood essence, which fused into the fireball in her hand. The crimson fireball suddenly began to expand at a rapid rate, and the scorching power emanating from it seemed to be able to incinerate everything in this world.
Wang Chen instantly unsheathed his sword, and a white ray of light split the sky and water. In an instant, it landed on the body of the immortal. The sword was even faster than lightning. "God Flickering Slash!"
The Immortal Kings used their trump cards at the same time.
All of the exalted immortals also began to retaliate with all their might, unleashing spell techniques in a frenzy toward the army of white-winged beings. Even Yang Lingqian was no exception. The scene became a little tragic.
However, their desperate resistance was futile in the eyes of the power before them.
The golden-white divine being slashed through Wang Chen's Blink God Slash with a single hand. He then extended a finger, and a gargantuan wave hundreds of thousands of feet in length was frozen solid by an incomprehensibly low temperature. He then opened his mouth to blow away Yan Ji's Great Bright Yang Fireball, as if all of the heat from before had been fake.
Then, it slapped the three Celestial Kings, who had been beaten silly.
The Immortal Kings were all slapped so hard that they vomited blood and fell into the sea.
Decisive, decisive, and ruthless. This was the true power of a god. This was the nightmare of hundreds of Return to Void Stage exalted immortals.
"It's time to end this." The God in the sky gripped the air with one hand, and the air in the sky began to surge, turning into an extremely scorching platinum color.
If the whitish golden light were to descend from the sky, it would instantly burn these Ascendant Immortals to death.
"Am I really going to die like this? I haven't even seen you yet … "Yang Lingqian looked up at the terrifying energy in the sky with a bitter and aggrieved expression.
She had come here full of hope. She had been thinking about what she should say to that man when they met, how she should behave, and how she should describe the changes that had taken place on the Divine Source Continent over the past hundred years. Who would have thought that she would be killed before they even met …
"Oh? Who do you want to meet? Me? "
A warm and gentle voice suddenly rang out.
Yang Lingqian felt like this voice was very familiar. She then seemed to have thought of something, and her body shuddered. She turned toward the front, upon which she was instantly rooted to the spot.
A white robe occupied all of her vision.
The entire world seemed to have quietened down at this moment.
This back view was too familiar, so familiar that she couldn't help but exclaim.
"An Lin!!"
All the immortals were dumbfounded by his words.
They had all discovered the figure that had suddenly appeared.
When he turned around, his handsome and elegant features, his ethereal figure, and his indistinct aura were extremely similar to that of the man who had fought that earth-shattering battle.
All the immortals thought that they had already forgotten about this legend. However, in the instant that they saw An Lin, they discovered that this man's back view had been engraved into their hearts.
"An Lin, it really is you …" Tears welled up in Yang Lingqian's eyes.
"I suddenly sensed the fluctuations from the bracelet I gave you, so I followed the fluctuations and rushed over. I didn't think that you would have come to the Tai Chu Continent from the Divine Source Continent." An Lin cocked his head to the side with a smile.
Yang Lingqian pursed her lips upon hearing this, and her heart was filled with a warm feeling.
The River God flew out from the ocean, and he was also a little dazed upon seeing this. "It really is you, An Lin. You really did appear …"
All the other immortals were also extremely astonished.
"I'm not dreaming, right? It really is him?"
"That's great! Immortal King An Lin has returned!"
"But even if he does come, he'll only be throwing his life away. Can an Immortal King really change the outcome of this battle? How badly have our three Immortal Kings been suppressed? "Shi Zhen didn't have any hope in An Lin's return.
"That's not necessarily the case. An Lin's combat prowess is indeed inferior to Wang Chen and the others, but if An Lin can befriend other powerful beings of this world, perhaps we'll have a chance to turn the tables …" Ou Lulu was looking forward to An Lin's return.
An Lin's appearance attracted the attention of all the immortals.
They clearly viewed An Lin as their last hope, even though this hope was very slim.
Just as everyone thought that An Lin was going to bring out some friend or backer to save face, the white-robed man didn't do anything. Instead, he stood silently on the spot.
In contrast, all the white-winged creatures tacitly stopped their attacks and looked at An Lin as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
In the sky, the aura of the god-like terrifying existence suddenly stagnated, and that indifferent and arrogant look completely disappeared. What replaced it was a solemn expression, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
"An Lin … What are you doing here?!"
The white-robed man smiled faintly. "I've come to pick them up."
"Do you know where this place is?!" The god-like roar of the heavens sounded like the roar of the heavens.
"Hahaha …" An Lin laughed. "Have you forgotten how you were beaten like a dog by me? Why don't you get lost?! "
All the immortals were dumbfounded. Did An Lin not want his life anymore? How dare he challenge such a great existence?
Shi Zhen and the others looked anxious. They had thought that An Lin was here to save them, but they didn't expect him to come here to save them like this. Moreover, he even wanted to provoke the enemy?
The next instant.
"Rumble!"
An even more terrifying aura suddenly erupted from An Lin's body.
An Lin's eyes suddenly turned a pure golden color, and golden ripples proliferated outward for over five hundred kilometers.
Super Divine Might Technique!
At this moment, all the immortals felt as if they were looking at a god standing proudly at the pinnacle of the Nine Heavens. He was boundlessly mighty and indescribably mighty, and he could easily trample all things under his feet.
His aura was far too terrifying. It was countless times more powerful than that of the gods in the sky. Even though this aura wasn't targeted at all the immortals, all of them were still struck by the urge to kneel down and worship him. This was an instinctive urge.
In that instant, millions of Heavenly Human Tribe living beings were all crushed into the ocean by this aura, and they crashed into the ocean like a torrential downpour.
All the immortals were dumbstruck, and they forgot to think for a moment.
In their eyes, even the six white-winged powerful beings with combat prowess comparable to Immortal Kings were unable to withstand this invincible aura and began to fall into the ocean.
The god in the sky trembled violently, but he didn't do anything.
"I've cleaned up the trash. Do you want to fight me now, or piss off?!" An Lin clasped his hands behind his back as he looked up at the god in an indifferent voice.
Regardless of whether it was the Return to Void Stage Shi Zhen and the others or the Dao Integration Stage Wang Chen and the others, all of them stared blankly at the scene unfolding before their eyes.
The image of this white-robed man became more and more distinct, and it reminded them of the image of him standing proudly at the pinnacle of all immortals.
His white robe fluttered in the wind, and he was peerless and peerless!
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