Right now, Ryan Ling was throwing everything he had into one last stand—thunder blazing on the outside, Hell Furnace fire roaring in the middle, and right up close, his toughest Primeval Heavenwood shield plus that Kanglong Mace.
This was Ryan's strongest battle mode. He knew if he didn't go all-out right now, he'd be flattened in a heartbeat!
He was only at the early Golden Core stage—sure, he could scrap with Small Saints, but against a Middle Saint? Not a chance. Facing that kind of punch, even he wasn't sure he'd make it.
And it wasn't just him—Ghost Elder was shaking all over. This was a fight for their lives.
"You got a death wish, kid! Block my attack and you'll wish you never had skin!" The Middle Saint's words had barely dropped when a tidal wave of killing power came crashing down.
This force was a thousand times worse than those Three Saints—Ryan's thunder and fire shields blew apart in a blink, and even his Heavenwood defense started to rip and tear. That was his last line of defense; if it broke, he was toast.
"No way I'm letting you play God—a Middle Saint isn't unbeatable! I'm going all in!" Ryan roared, practically losing it, wrapping himself tight in Heavenwood roots while the Kanglong Mace in his hand sparked with wild lightning.
Maybe the others didn't get it, but Ghost Elder saw everything—Ryan was burning every drop of Golden Core power. This was a death match against a monster.
This kind of all-or-nothing brawl was straight-up suicide!
"You want to take on the whole World Dominion Society solo? Dream on! Middle Saint punch—now kneel!" The Middle Saint didn't even flinch. He waved his hand, and a massive force swept in like a wrecking ball.