Accidentally invincible!

Uproar!

No one expected that amidst the group attack, Lin Fan actually managed to kill a True Immortal powerhouse.

They reorganized their rankings of combat strength.

In their minds, Lin Fan was the weakest, the easiest target to kill.

But now...

The situation seemed to be completely different, ferocious to the extreme, leaving everyone stunned.

"Come on, what are you all dazing around for? I'm standing right here. If you've got the skill, come and kill me." Lin Fan said coldly.

The Old Heavenly Corpse Demon and the others exchanged glances.

Although they didn't say much,

the expressions in their eyes conveyed one clear message.

He's a bit tricky.

Not exactly what they had anticipated.

[Obtained Spirit Root: Ninth Grade Metal Spirit Root.]

[Obtained Item: Slightly Antiquated Wine Gourd.]

[Obtained Great Divine Power: Boundless Traveler.]

[Obtained Item: Inheritance Key.]

Spat!

A bit disappointing.

There was no mana dropped. It was quite the letdown. If mana had been dropped, everyone present would've been dead by now.

However, this was Lin Fan's first time slaughtering a powerhouse in full view of the crowd. Life and death determined by the heavens, no one could be blamed. Moreover, even with so many powerhouses gathered, he didn't fear if he could kill more of them next.

There was no need for much thought.

Those who should be slain could still be slain.

There wasn't any issue whatsoever.

At this moment, the battle raged on. Bear Daoist, Ao Wudi, and Te Snake were all being besieged by the various powerhouses. One-on-one, their opponents wouldn't have been a match for them. But with sheer numbers, even they were beginning to feel the strain.

Lin Fan took a deep breath. Mana surged within him. As he stomped the ground, ripples of shockwaves radiated outward. Wielding the Hell Spear, strange phenomena erupted all around him, and he mercilessly charged at the crowd, unleashing slaughter.

"Everyone, unleash your strongest techniques and suppress him with all you've got,"

"If anyone still wants to play the fisherman waiting to reap the spoils, then this battle is hopeless," the Demon Ancestor roared. His fury toward Lin Fan had reached its peak. He wanted nothing more than for everyone to unite and suppress this man with their full strength—nothing more, nothing less.

Perhaps Lin Fan had truly proven to them that he was no easy target.

There were no longer any reservations as their attacks grew increasingly fierce.

Various Great Divine Powers converged into dazzling beams of light, slicing toward Lin Fan. The void trembled, rippling out like water waves.

Lin Fan swung the spear in his hands, delivering a single strike that made the space violently quiver, shattering the divine powers. But the next wave of divine powers followed on its heels, giving Lin Fan no room to catch his breath.

Suddenly.

A sense of impending danger arose.

To Lin Fan, it felt as though he could hear a faint beeping sound.

Even his Innate Divine Ability was signaling a warning of danger.

In the very instant his body shifted, a thin, cold glimmer streaked past in front of him. It didn't touch him, but the icy chill it carried was enough to freeze one's soul.

Upon closer inspection,

he saw it clearly. It was a tiny black needle point.

He looked into the distance where a Black-Robed Elder, devoid of any presence, was quietly standing in the air. If the elder hadn't made the first move, Lin Fan might not have even noticed him.

"You sly old bastard," Lin Fan cursed.

A True Immortal powerhouse with such vast reserves of mana, yet resorting to such underhanded means—if anyone were slightly careless, they would undoubtedly pay a heavy price.

The Black-Robed Elder in the distance was equally irritated.

This brat's sense of vigilance was astonishing. Even his silent and discreet black needle had been avoided. If the needle had landed, it would've been immensely satisfying. That black needle, having been tempered in some dark material, had long since gained terrifying destructive power.

"Heh heh, no offense, young man. Killing you outright would be inappropriate, but you dying quietly benefits everyone," said the Black-Robed Elder with a smile.

Then his figure blurred and disappeared entirely.

No one knew where he had gone.

But one thing was for sure: he hadn't left. He lurked, awaiting the perfect opportunity.

Lin Fan's senses became sharper in the face of such a devious powerhouse. This kind of sneaky individual was a major headache; one wrong move could spell disaster. Swinging his Hell Spear, he decided to target the Demon Ancestor first, then the Old Heavenly Corpse Demon.

"Demon Ancestor, your death is at hand!" His gaze locked fiercely onto the Demon Ancestor, dismissing the other experts around him. He charged forward, aiming for the kill.

Hell Origin continuously surged into his palms, gathering onto the spear, which he swung down with overwhelming might.

A brilliant burst of light, breathtaking in its intensity, weighed heavily on the void, forcing the Demon Ancestor to wrinkle his brows in utter seriousness.

Bang!

The Demon Ancestor unleashed a divine skill, slamming his palm against Lin Fan. He had assumed this strike would knock his opponent back. But Lin Fan, ferocious as ever, not only refused to retreat but retaliated with even greater power.

"Damn it, this brat is a real problem,"

The moment he fell behind, he knew nobody would come to his aid.

Just like the previous powerhouse,

shouting for help—who had come to save him? In the end, he was slaughtered by this brat.

Lin Fan's attacks grew more devastating. The grade of one's Spirit Root directly influenced the power of their divine skills.

With the Ninth Grade Metal Spirit Root he had obtained, his attacks had become sharper, even though his Innate Divine Ability, Edge, seemed relatively low-tier. From its humble beginnings to now, however, it had always remained consistently effective.

The divine skills he now performed were several times stronger than those without any enhancements.

Long Shangpo stood in the air, a mana shield forming before her, as the sharp onslaught rippled toward her, forcing her back.

"Impressive, this kid. The Taiwu Immortal Sect has produced such a genius. The rumors say Wen Xian is the sect's top prodigy, but now it seems that compared to this kid, the gap between the two is like heaven and earth."

She chose not to participate in this battle.

She had made it clear earlier.

Her thirst for the Divine Medicine wasn't as desperate as theirs. Moreover, she knew that joining the fray came with high odds of dying. Even if one obtained the Divine Medicine, they'd still face the question of whether they could leave safely afterward.

At this moment,

the aftershocks of the battle had grown too immense.

A radius of ten thousand miles had been affected, with mountains obliterated in a single strike. The energy unleashed destroyed countless mountain ranges, turning the entire area into ruins.

If there were living beings in the surrounding area,

they must have suffered heavy casualties.

Suddenly,

something felt off in the Forbidden Land.

Bear Daoist and Te Snake were the first to notice the shift. They exchanged a glance and gazed into the distance, sensing some hidden danger slowly awakening.

"Stop!"

"Everyone, stop immediately!"

Bear Daoist roared, his voice booming like thunder, echoing across the heavens and earth.

"Brother Ao, Friend Lin, we can't keep fighting. The Forbidden Land is acting up. Perhaps our battle has already upset the terrain here."

To Bear Daoist, this foreboding feeling brought fear.

There was even a gnawing suspicion in his heart.

The Forbidden Land, originally adrift in the void, featureless with no entrance or exit, had floated about for years, never revealing itself. But now, its entrance appeared within the cultivation world.

Countless Human Clan cultivators had ventured into the Forbidden Land for exploration, completely stirring up its secrets.

And now, so many powerhouses clashed, their tremendous energy disturbances wreaking havoc, utterly destroying this section of terrain. It was as if someone had once inscribed an array pattern using the Forbidden Land as a blueprint. The current battle had damaged part of that array, rendering it imperfect.

"Hmm?" Lin Fan was shocked upon hearing this.

"What do you mean?"

He didn't entirely understand.

"Stop now, all of you! If you don't want to die here, stop fighting!" Lin Fan shouted angrily. Bear Daoist and Te Snake's nervousness hinted at something monumental. If it were minor, they wouldn't have gotten so worked up.

Moreover,

the Forbidden Land was already eerie enough on its own.

Aside from the terrifying beings living there, who could truly comprehend what was happening?

Even so… Lin Fan's request to halt the fighting fell on deaf ears.

At that moment,

the cunning Black-Robed Elder reappeared. Using some divine skill as a distraction, he concealed another black needle in the void. When Lin Fan obliterated the divine skill with a punch, the black needle suddenly emerged, piercing directly into his arm with a sharp sound.

"Hahaha..."

The elder couldn't suppress his laughter. "Brat, I must admit you're incredible, but ah, you're still too careless. Look at your arm—you're a dead man."

The Demon Ancestor shouted, "Good, well done!"

"A masterstroke in the art of killing, truly impressive," the Old Heavenly Corpse Demon beamed with joy as well.

The surrounding powerhouses shared their sentiments. They had tangled with Lin Fan to this extent, unable to take him down. Naturally, they were growing anxious. Who would've thought a minor sneak attack would deliver fatal results?

Lin Fan stared at his arm, stunned. He felt an inexplicable sensation as the black needle pierced through his flesh.

A mysterious feeling, hard to describe,

both profound and strange.

A distinct energy was corroding his arm. He directed his mana to resist it, only to find the mysterious substance devouring his mana, growing stronger in the process.

"Brat, don't waste your efforts resisting. The harder you fight back, the stronger this mysterious substance becomes," whispered the Black-Robed Elder, his voice chillingly sinister. Perhaps his long-standing penchant for ambushes had made his demeanor increasingly unscrupulous.

"Oh, really?"

Lin Fan looked down at his darkening arm and sighed in exasperation. "Sigh, is it going to be like this again?"

The Black-Robed Elder was taken aback. "What do you mean by that?"

What happened next,

left everyone utterly dumbfounded.

Lin Fan grabbed his arm, yanked it forcefully, and with a tearing sound, ripped it clean off. Blood gushed out like a torrent, but within the blink of an eye, the flow stopped. Flesh shifted and regenerated as a brand-new arm grew in its place.

Uproar!

Everyone's jaws dropped as they stared in shock at the scene before them.

This defied reason.

How could a Human Clan cultivator possess such an ability? And he hadn't even attained immortality—where could such power come from?

Lin Fan patted his newly grown arm and chuckled. "Not bad at all. A freshly grown arm does feel good."

His casual muttering left everyone around him thoroughly terrified.

The Demon Path and the Demon Clan powerhouses exchanged glances.

The unspoken message in their eyes was clear:

utter disbelief.

Yet, in this moment, their shock was no longer the most pressing matter at hand.

Because something even more terrifying was unfolding.

The ground of the Forbidden Land trembled ominously.

Everyone turned their gaze toward the distance.

In that direction, vast, shadowy figures emerged, as if summoned by some call, rushing swiftly into the unknown expanse.