The suffocating sense of doom made the Five Saints' breathing grow increasingly tense.
The illusion of a huge stone pressing on their chests turned their faces deathly pale.
These old monsters, nearing a hundred years old, seemed no more than ants in front of Lin Fan.
The pressure of being slaughtered at will reddened their faces, but they were completely unable to utter a single word.
After all, Lin Fan's mere presence exerted a tremendous oppressive force that could drive one to despair.
They couldn't even meet his gaze, let alone fight a battle to the death.
"Five Saints, huh? I'll send you down first, and your master will follow shortly."
Lin Fan slowly raised his right hand, and five cold glints condensed at his fingertips.
Dark red streams, neither Dao, demonic, nor Gang Qi, emerged from Lin Fan's top-level oppression.
"Swoosh..."
Just as the deadly strike launched, a figure suddenly blocked in front of the Five Saints.
