"Ryan!" At this moment, seeing the scene unfold, Marshal Black Tortoise felt his heart seize. This battle had completely surpassed his expectations—Ryan had struggled all the way but still managed to tough it out, even breaking through the Death Domain barrier. That was practically a heaven-sent miracle.
But now, with all five God-Realms joining forces for a full-on assault, Ryan was clearly struggling to hold his ground. His body started to stagger back, his clothes puffing up like they were about to burst at the seams.
"Ryan, you've hit your limit. Just use Yellow-Spring Hellfire and wipe them out!" Ghost Elder couldn't help but urge from the side.
Obviously, with five God-Realms ganging up on him, even if Ryan unleashed all his Golden Core qi, it was still a close call. Using Yellow-Spring Hellfire right now would be the safest and most reliable move.
But Ryan didn’t budge at Ghost Elder’s reminder. Instead, he threw his head back and let out a wild howl, channeling all his strength to go head-to-head with the five God-Realms.
"Ryan, what are you doing?" Ghost Elder was basically like the worm in Ryan’s gut—he knew exactly what Ryan was thinking. Right now, Ryan was treating these guys as his personal grindstones, using them to push his cultivation and forge his body even harder.
If he could tank the all-out assault of five God-Realms at peak Golden Core, then he'd truly be the number one below the Nascent Soul Stage. If he just kept relying on Yellow-Spring Hellfire, his strength wouldn’t go up at all—instead, leaning too hard on treasures would just make his cultivation stagnate.
Ryan knew perfectly well—besides the Great Shō War-God, there were still the Japanese army outside, plus American jets and warships. He had to save some juice for later!
"You think you alone can hold off all five of us? Keep dreaming! Kill, kill, kill!" The Great Shō War-God howled like a lunatic, his God-Realm power surging like crazy—and the other four God-Realms beside him were skyrocketing too.
After all, these five weren’t human like Hector Fujita—they were evil gods, and top-tier ones at that.
Strictly speaking, these guys aren’t human at all—they’re straight-up demons in disguise. So besides their martial arts muscle, they pack something no human can touch: off-the-charts spiritual force.
That kind of spiritual power? Absolutely savage—enough to nuke anything in its way. Right now, the five masters are mixing physical attacks with psychic blasts, and their DPS is way past what any normal fighter could handle.
Nobody here could hope to take them on. But Ryan just smirked, totally unfazed—his own power suddenly went haywire and shot up. Nobody saw it coming: he was channeling Primeval Heavenwood energy, and his Golden Core realm instantly doubled.
"Possible? You’re not even a martial artist—so what the hell are you?" The Great Shō War-God was starting to freak, because Ryan’s spiritual pressure had just eclipsed his own.
No human could ever have this kind of mental strength—unless he’s literally a god walking among mortals!
Ghost Elder clicked his tongue in awe. Ryan’s timing with the Primeval Heavenwood was just too clutch—even Ghost Elder was panicking in the chaos and had totally spaced on the Heavenwood’s existence.
After fusing with the Japanese Primeval Heavenwood last time, the Heavenwood in the Demon-Snaring Bowl had grown crazy lush, even starting to pump out spiritual qi. It was still kinda thin, but after a few days of build-up, the qi was basically maxed out.
Ryan was already at peak Golden Core, so his body had zero extra room. But fighting five God-Realm bosses at once burned most of his strength, unlocking his hidden potential.
That meant he could fuse everything perfectly!
"You talk way too much. If we’re gonna clash inner force, let’s just do it for real!" Ryan sucked in a breath, his power hit its true max, and with the Primeval Heavenwood boost, he roared. Instantly, four God-Realm Attendants couldn’t take it—they coughed up blood on the spot!