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Owing to Lan Feng’s power, Yan Xiaobao had no fear of these Saints. Even if he activated his Wolf Form, he believed he could fight against them or escape their pursuit. Though victory might be elusive, it would be exceedingly difficult for the Saints to kill him.
Thus, Yan Xiaobao was unafraid of the Saints. What truly worried him was the unknown expert in this tomb. Was this person alive or dead? It was absolutely impossible to tell. Facing soone akin to God, Yan Xiaobao realized he stood no chance of defeating him, nor could he even protect himself from the expert’s harm.
Despite his lack of fear toward the Saints, Yan Xiaobao saw no reason to provoke them either. He allowed a faint smile to surface on his face and chose to remain silent.
The Saints had now reached the barrier, positioning themselves as close as possible without making contact. Gazing upon the barrier, they hesitated montarily. The closer they ca, the more intense the energy it emitted. They could feel the barrier contained an astounding power that could even prove troubleso for them.
With a snarl, one of the Saints began pouring his martial power into an imnse golden spear. Observing this martial power spear, Yan Xiaobao could instantly tell it was far more dangerous than any attack he currently possessed. Its tremors alone slightly surpassed any of his strongest techniques. Though his best attacks were imnsely powerful, none approached the ferocity of the strike now forming before him. This realization left Yan Xiaobao with a true understanding of the gap between himself and the Holy Na Experts.
As the Saint continued charging the spear, a series of attacks erupted before them. The power displayed by these Saints was staggering, golden radiance shimring everywhere. The ripples of these attacks were every bit as overwhelming as those unleashed from the barrier earlier when the young man had approached it.
"Attack!" one of the n bellowed. The others in the Saints Team nodded solemnly as they launched an assault on the barrier. The ground quaked as deafening roars echoed. Lightning streaked across the sky, and smoke engulfed the entire region.
Despite the imnse power unleashed, when the smoke subsided and the ground ceased trembling, the barrier remained intact. However, anyone present could clearly see it had weakened significantly. Staring at the barrier capable of withstanding the combined attacks of so many Saints, the experts shrugged. Without any hesitation, they redirected their energy and launched another relentless assault. Golden martial power rcilessly bombarded the barrier.
The ground shook even more violently than before, while the surrounding smoke grew denser by the second. Lightning struck indiscriminately, eliciting bloodcurdling screams from within the thick haze.
Yan Xiaobao squinted. The family mbers who had been standing by his side just monts ago had now disappeared. The world had turned into an expanse of smoke-filled terrain, and no one—not even Yan Xiaobao with his sharp senses—could see more than a short distance ahead.
The only thing he could sll through the smoke was the acrid scent of destruction. He could hear countless cries as people were struck by the rain of lightning from the sky.
Not long after, the smoke began to clear, revealing a markedly transford landscape.
Massive boulders had been shattered into hundreds of thousands of small fragnts scattered across the ground.
With the rocks cleared away, a gaping hole appeared in the ground. The opening spanned hundreds of ters in diater.
This ti, no one rushed toward the entrance. Instead, all eyes turned to the Saints Team, aghast at witnessing the aftermath of their attack.
"The lightning is undoubtedly a protective spell imbued into the sealing inscription," Lan Feng remarked, surveying the ravaged ground around them.
It wasn’t just the stones that had been reduced to rubble. So people were nothing more than mangled pulp, while others lay limbless. Many had t swift deaths, and everywhere Yan Xiaobao looked, corpses littered the area. Even before reaching the tomb’s entrance, at least one-fifth of the experts had already perished.
Among the Royal Family, pale faces revealed their unease, as a significant number of their guards had been killed. Even the First Prince bore injuries inflicted by the terrifying lightning strikes, which had spared no cultivator.
"You’re quite lucky," Lan Feng said with a grin. "We could have easily died here. This only proves how perilous the road ahead will be."
Hearing this, Yan Xiaobao nodded, glancing around with hope that his companions had survived. Yet all he saw were heads shaking in shared dismay, each person silently wishing for the best. Clearing his thoughts, he steeled himself. The seal had been broken; it was ti to step into the unknown tomb.
The Saints’ eyes were fixed on the entrance, each gaze brimming with greed. These Saints, hailing from different families, shared no concrete loyalties, for they stood as the apex of all beings.
Even the Royal Family understood this. They had knowingly invited these Saints to join their treasure hunt, fully aware that, if forced to choose between loyalty to the Kingdom and magical treasures capable of enhancing their strength, nine out of ten Saints would choose the treasures.
With that understanding, the Royal Family had granted the Saints complete freedom the mont the tomb was opened.
The other families with Saints were no different. None expected the Saints to stay behind and protect their kin; they all knew the Saints sought only to enhance their personal power.
Among those below the Saint Level, not many truly understood Saints. But Saints themselves were well aware of each other’s rankings. A tomb like this one had the potential to elevate any Saint’s personal strength and improve their position. Each aid for the pinnacle of the Holy Level—a rank held by Wan Qiao and General Frozen.
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