At this moment, the word "terrifying" doesn't even begin to describe what Ryan Ling just did today!
The Seven-Star Massacre Array—anyone who knows formations knows just how insane this thing is. To really break it, you need some seriously complicated tricks. Even if you know how, it takes three days and nights to crack it. That’s why it’s called the Extinction Array: even if you have the key, you still can’t bust it open!
But nobody expected Ryan to just brute-force his way through with pure power.
No one can even begin to calculate how much power that took!
Nobody has a clue what kind of trick Ryan used!
Ryan took a deep breath. He knew perfectly well he’d just burned his Nascent Soul power to the absolute limit. Sure, he smashed the Seven-Star Massacre Array, wiped out the five life-bound gods, and shredded Grandmother Long—only Lord Shaman was left, half-dead.
With a record like that, he’d be famous worldwide!
But right now, he finally started to feel the strain. He knew he wasn’t a real deity—his current strength was just early Nascent Soul. Sure, he could stomp ninth-tier God Realm experts, but don’t even mention true gods or Heaven-Tribulation monsters; he was still way off.
Of course, even though he’d pushed himself to the edge, the payoff was huge.
After this battle, almost every rebel force in Southeast Asia had been crushed by him. For at least the next twenty years, maybe longer, Niyama wouldn’t dare make a move. The losses here were even worse than what Japan suffered.
Especially with the Seven-Star Massacre Array detonating, Niyama’s capital was basically wiped off the map—the whole Shaman Cult was totally obliterated.
Ryan didn’t waste time. With a wave of his hand, he tossed the remains of the five life-bound gods and Grandmother Long straight into the Hell Furnace—alongside the Ksitigarbha projection from earlier. These guys were all crazy strong. Their essence might not do much for him, but for his crew and his girlfriends? Top-tier supplements, for sure.
Plus, the Shaman Cult’s thousand-year stash was loaded—he was definitely taking it all back for a good time.
Last time Ryan crushed Japan’s main forces, he barely got anything good. This trip to Niyama? Jackpot!
"Ryan, hurry up! Grandmother Long triggered the Kunlun League’s emergency beacon before she died. All the South Asia bosses are on their way—we’d better bail!" Ghost Elder piped up, reminding Ryan.
He knew the score—Ryan might’ve wiped out the Shaman Cult and smashed the Seven-Star Massacre Array, but his own strength was almost tapped out. If they didn’t leave now, trouble was coming!
"Lord Shaman!" Ryan’s gaze snapped over to the last survivor.
"Master Ryan—no, Immortal Ryan! Whatever you need, just say the word! Please, spare my life!" Everyone else was dead; only Lord Shaman remained. He was drenched in sweat, and when Ryan called his name, he dropped straight to his knees.
"At least you know how to read the room. You know what I want—so hurry up and take me there!" One look from Ryan was enough to leave Lord Shaman gasping for breath.
"Understood! I’ll hand over all our research on the Divine Dragon, plus a mountain of rare herbs. My treasure vault is at the foot of the mountain—I’ll take you right now!" Lord Shaman looked totally defeated; there wasn’t a shred of ‘godly’ pride left.
"Take me there now!" Ryan was loving Lord Shaman’s attitude—his guts had totally vanished. Ryan could kill everyone today, but he decided to leave this guy alive.
Simple reason.
The Shaman Cult’s been around for a thousand years—you’ll never wipe it out completely. Their followers are everywhere, at least tens of millions worldwide.
If you can’t destroy them all, might as well set up your own puppet. And this scared-out-of-his-wits Lord Shaman was perfect for the job.
Ryan finished talking, and Lord Shaman didn’t hesitate for a second—he scampered off. At a bare ridge, a stone gate rumbled open.
A wave of thick fragrance hit them—inside, treasures glittered everywhere, and herbs packed the vault from wall to wall!
"Ryan, these Shaman Cult guys really hoarded some insane stuff. These herbs aren’t just for people—there’s stuff for ghosts, and even dragons! You can take it all. And look, there are ancient dragon bones, tons of dragon gall and liver, and even petrified Dragon Souls. For a Divine Dragon, these are supercharged tonics—perfect for healing its wounds!" Ghost Elder’s eyes sparkled; he popped right out of Ryan’s body.
As soon as he finished, his soul-body dove straight into the pile of ghost-healing herbs. Clearly, Ghost Elder’s lack of strength was his biggest pain point—if he ever fully recovered, he’d be just as strong as the Divine Dragon. But for now, helping him recover wasn’t happening yet.
"Alright, screw it—let’s just pack up everything in here!" Ryan saw Ghost Elder’s eyes bulging like bells and shouted. A lot of this stuff was looted from China by the Shaman Cult last century—so, time to return it to the rightful owner!
"Ah!" Lord Shaman almost burst into tears when he heard that.
"What, you’re not willing?" Ryan shot him a glare.
"No! Absolutely not! Everything belongs to Immortal Ryan!" Lord Shaman hit the ground again, bowing so hard Ryan’s shadow would haunt him forever.
"Good. Pack it up—now!" Ryan didn’t hesitate, whipping out the Demon-Snaring Bowl. The thing had space for a whole river, and with Ryan channeling his power, he basically dumped the entire mountain inside.
Lord Shaman watched, heart breaking, and collapsed with a thud, foaming at the mouth!
"Alright, let’s bounce!" Ryan was beyond satisfied—this Niyama trip was pure happiness!
No hesitation—he stepped on a streak of green light and shot into the sky.
"That’s Ryan Ling—it’s really him! Niyama… Niyama’s finished!"
"What about Grandmother Long? Her presence is gone—he must’ve killed her!"
"Surround him! Don’t let him escape—damn it, that bastard just stole a thousand years of Shaman Cult loot!"
"Ah!" Lord Shaman nearly burst into tears when he heard that.
But just as Ryan shot into the air, ready to head back to the Crystal Palace, all the Kunlun League bigshots from South Asia showed up—dozens of killing lights flashed across the sky…