But right now, Ryan Ling had gone totally berserk. He was sitting pretty at mid-stage Primordial Immortal Realm, but if he wanted his power to skyrocket, he’d need to gulp down way more essence. And these Ancestor Immortals? Best snacks on the menu. The two Ancestor Immortals already churning in his body were pumping out endless essence, flooding into him nonstop. Ryan felt like his whole being was leveling up—no wild breakthrough yet, but man, he was buzzing with energy, totally maxed out.
All around him, sixteen peak Ancestor Immortals were left. Each one was insanely strong, their essence bursting at the seams. If Ryan could drain them all dry, his power would go off the charts—maybe he’d blast straight past late-stage Primordial, hit the peak, and even unlock his Primal Unity Body. That’d be the real immortal apex!
Hitting that level? For Ryan, that’d be the ultimate win. He was dying to break through, and with those Ancestor Immortals lined up, he wasn’t about to waste a second. He locked eyes on all sixteen, ready to feast.
Those Ancestor Immortals? Totally freaked out. Their formation was toast, all their treasures gone, and Ryan’s power was just way beyond anything they’d ever imagined. Nobody dared stick around. The whole group started scrambling to retreat—crazy, right? On paper, every single peak Ancestor Immortal should’ve outclassed Ryan by a mile, but now they looked like rats fleeing a sinking ship. All that supposed strength, and they were powerless to fight back.
"You think you can run now? Dream on!" Ryan sneered, his claws shooting out. In a flash, he grabbed two Ancestor Immortals—both instantly broke down crying, begging him to let them go. It was clear they’d suffered like hell to reach this realm, and now it was all about to end.
But Ryan didn’t hesitate for a second. He slammed his hand right onto their foreheads—cue the blood-curdling screams. Their flesh, their immortal power, everything got ripped away by Ryan like some vampire draining his prey. In just a few blinks, those top-tier experts were reduced to dried-up husks, totally powerless. Every last drop of their divine force was devoured.
"Run! That guy’s a total demon—he’s not even human!" one leader yelled. They all knew there was zero chance of winning, so the only move left was to bail. Survival first—live to fight another day!
The other bigshots didn’t hesitate either. Everyone busted out their best escape moves, running for their lives. But did Ryan let them get away? Not a chance. These guys had some real power; if they’d banded together and gone all-in against Ryan, even he couldn’t wipe them out in one go. They could’ve put up a fight, maybe even lasted a while.
But now? They’d totally lost the upper hand—inside and out, not a shred of resistance left. Their mental defenses were shattered. Ryan was in full control: if he wanted to, he could wipe them out in a heartbeat.
Ryan didn’t waste a second. He unleashed his power again, blanketing the whole area—thousands of kilometers locked down tight. No way any of those so-called experts were escaping.
And in the split second Ryan locked them down, he made his move—first thing, he wiped out all the Heaven-Earth Sect disciples in range. Sure, they weren’t super strong, but hey, meat is meat. Waste not, want not.
At least a thousand disciples got sucked right into Ryan’s body. He felt absolutely euphoric—if he didn’t keep all that power for himself, he’d instantly split off some to his buddies. Everyone got a massive boost, and the whole crew was hyped; their strength shot up across the board.
And for Ryan? He leveled up like crazy—his whole body was practically bursting at the seams!
He didn’t overthink it. His eyes locked onto the rest of the Ancestor Immortals. With the whole space sealed up, those poor guys had zero chance of survival. Total sitting ducks.
"Come on, then!" Ryan roared, going full maniac mode. He unleashed all his power and started wolfing down the strongest experts like snacks—grabbed four at once and stuffed them straight into his mouth. He was so pumped, he almost felt overstuffed. His power kept rocketing up, but he wasn’t even thinking about breaking through a new realm yet—still too early for that!
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With ten Ancestor Immortals left, Ryan didn’t hesitate. He wrapped all ten in his power—no more stalling. He wanted to swallow every last drop of their essence and level up right away. These guys were all peak Ancestor Immortals, insanely strong, and stuffing them inside was no joke. He had to start burning through that power instantly!
The Ancestor Immortals were on the brink of despair, screaming for help. But Ryan had locked down the whole space—no way any message was getting out!
"What are you waiting for? Get in my bowl!" Ryan grinned, instantly unleashing Primeval Heavenwood. Its roots shot out, binding every Ancestor Immortal in sight. The scene was absolutely bonkers—Ryan shouted, and one after another, the strongest experts got sucked straight into him!
It was unreal. Ryan’s power kept climbing out of control, his whole body swelling up—crowd going wild. He didn’t hesitate; it was time to smash through to the next realm. He couldn’t suppress it any longer—the breakthrough was coming whether he liked it or not.
In a flash, Ryan let out a thunderous roar—his cultivation started rocketing up like a missile. It was pure adrenaline. He’d been stuck at mid-stage Primordial Immortal, but in the blink of an eye, he blasted right into late-stage. And that was just the beginning.
But just as things hit peak hype, a monstrous power suddenly slammed down from above. It was so strong, it felt unbeatable—and wrapped up in that force was a Saint Immortal aura. Ryan’s heart nearly stopped. No way—a Saint Immortal was making a move! That power was next-level, and in an instant, it crushed Ryan’s breakthrough dead in its tracks. He was hit with a tidal wave of pressure, his whole body shoved straight into danger...