Sweeping across the heavens, starting with the first emperor of the ancient times.

Upon seeing this scene, countless humans were first stunned, and then became extremely excited.

"My God! The Savior and his forces are gaining the upper hand and have injured the Holy Ancestor of the Alien Demon Race!"

"Are they going to win? Are the Saviors going to win? Are we humans really going to be saved?"

"The Savior is invincible!"

Countless people were so excited that they trembled all over. Some shouted, some shed tears, and some hugged each other.

They had just been terrified by the terrifying power of the descending Holy Ancestor of the Otherworldly Demon Clan, thinking there was no hope left, but they never expected the Savior to be so strong.

The fact that they were actually in the lead filled countless humans with joy.

In contrast to the human race, the alien demon race's side was completely silent.

They stared blankly at the Holy Ancestor flying backwards in the sky, at the spilled immortal blood, unable to believe their eyes.

The Holy Ancestor...is he injured?

The invincible Holy Ancestor was injured?

How is this possible? What should they do now?

An Ming stood in the void, looking down at the wound on his chest.

The wounds are slowly healing, but the healing process is much slower than normal.

Various pathogenic factors erode the wound, preventing it from healing.

An Ming raised his head and looked at the three people standing in the sword formation.

There, Jiang Hao and the other two were looking at him with indifferent expressions.

An Ming's expression changed, becoming extremely ugly!

Gone is the arrogant attitude, gone is the invincible confidence of a true immortal.

His heart was churning with turbulent emotions.

What kind of monsters are these three people?

How can the humanitarian realm be so powerful? Is this correct?

That Primordial One, whom he severely injured back then, has now become so powerful.

The swordsman's sword aura was so sharp that it made him feel palpitations.

And then there's Jiang Hao, the youngest and strongest; the power of his fist technique shocked him.

It was this domineering and unparalleled, supreme and powerful fist technique that injured him!

He was no match for Jiang Hao and his two companions!

In all his years of life, An Ming had experienced countless battles, but never before had he been so overwhelmed by three cultivators in the Human Realm, as if he were in a dream.

"Very good, you are very good!" An Ming's eyes turned crazed.

"I didn't want to use this, but you forced me to. So let this technique be your burial!"

He moved his hands along an inexplicable path, and then the phantom of a spear slowly appeared in his palms.

The spear is entirely golden, with ancient patterns flowing along its shaft.

Each of those patterns contained terrifying power, as if it could pierce through everything and end everything.

It was the phantom of the Crimson Spear!

The An family's ancestral secret technique of the Immortal King.

The moment this spear appeared, the entire world trembled, as if it would shatter all paths, pierce through everything, and suppress everything.

The pressure was so strong that even the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, which had been stable during the previous battle, was instantly broken!

This is the power of the Immortal King Technique!

Invincible!

"You three have every reason to be proud that you were able to force me to use this technique while you were still human."

An Ming stared at Jiang Hao and the other two, his eyes filled with a crazed killing intent.

"To die by this spear and witness the true Immortal King Technique of my race is your honor."

His aura surged wildly, and the phantom of the crimson spear became increasingly solid.

Lingbao Tianzun looked at the spear and raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Is this the Immortal King Technique?" He felt the terrifying pressure and sighed inwardly at its power, his expression a mixture of solemnity and curiosity.

This thing is truly terrifying; the flowing patterns on the spear alone made his heart tremble.

Each line contains Dao principles far exceeding the level of a True Immortal; they are the marks left by a higher level of existence.

They're on a completely different level from true immortals; they're far too powerful!

No wonder Anming is so confident.

The Primordial Celestial Venerable was also looking at the spear, his face expressionless, but a look of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

"He didn't use this secret technique in that battle back then," Yuanshi Tianzun said slowly.

"It seems he didn't think it was dangerous enough during the mythological era," Lingbao Tianzun laughed. "This time is different."

The two looked at each other and saw what was in each other's eyes.

It wasn't fear, it was the will to fight.

This Celestial King's secret technique is indeed powerful, but that's precisely why it's worth fighting for.

Having lived to this age, what storms haven't they weathered? Even the techniques of a Celestial King wouldn't frighten them.

……

On the human side, the joy that had just begun to rise was shattered by this sudden and terrifying pressure.

As soon as the phantom of the spear appeared, everyone felt its earth-shattering power.

Even though it was far away, and even though the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation blocked it, that oppressive aura still came down.

Like an ancient sacred mountain, it weighs heavily on everyone's heart.

"What is that...?"

"This is terrifying, I feel like I can't breathe..."

"Can the Saviors...hold them off?"

Countless people looked up at the sky, their faces filled with worry and fear.

The light from the spear was so intense that it extinguished any thought of resistance.

That kind of power was simply impossible to resist; it left no room for resistance, only despair.

Zhao Cheng and Zhao Ning stood in the crowd, looking up at the sky.

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing shock and worry in each other's eyes. Could they still win this time?

"I believe in Senior Jiang." Suddenly, Zhao Ning spoke up, her voice soft but firm, "He will definitely win."

Zhao Cheng nodded vigorously upon hearing this. "Yes, I believe in Senior Jiang. He can definitely do it!"

……

The three elders of the human race's holy land stood at the highest point of the holy land, looking at the shadow of the spear that blotted out the sky.

Elder Qi's hands were trembling.

That pressure was too strong, so strong that even a slight wisp of it was difficult for a cultivator like him, at the Great Saint Realm, to withstand.

And this is even with the Sumeru Mustard Seed Space separating them! That shows how terrifying it is!

Elder Qi murmured, "The Holy Ancestor of the Otherworldly Demon Race actually possesses such methods..."

Elder Daoist nun Xi's face turned pale, but her eyes were fixed on the sky.

"The Heavenly Emperor and his group..."

"They will win! The Heavenly Emperor and his team will win!"

Elder Ming interrupted Elder Xi, clenching his fist!

He didn't know if Jiang Hao could withstand it; that level of power was beyond his comprehension.

But he knew one thing.

If Jiang Hao loses, everything will be over.

Therefore, we can only believe it.

I believe in Jiang Hao; he can win!

Upon hearing this, Elder Qi and Elder Xi nodded firmly, muttering, "We will definitely win!"

……

On the other side, the demon race was jubilant.

"Holy Ancestor! The Holy Ancestor has unleashed his power!"

"What is that thing? It's incredibly powerful!"

"The Holy Ancestor is invincible! He has slain that human savior!"

Countless demons knelt on the ground, bowing down to the spear-like shadow in the sky.

They don't understand any Immortal King Techniques or True Immortal Realms.

All they knew was that when that spear appeared, the entire world trembled.

That kind of power is truly invincible.

They were still panicked when the Holy Ancestor was injured.

Now that I've seen the Holy Ancestor use this method, all my panic has vanished.

"Look at those humans, they're all terrified!"

"Hahaha, they're doomed!"

"The Holy Ancestor is invincible!"

Shouts rose and fell.

……

above the sky.

An Ming held the phantom image of the Crimson Spear, and his aura surged to its peak.

He looked at Jiang Hao and the other two with a crazed killing intent in his eyes, as well as a hint of smugness.

"How was it?" An Ming sneered. "Did you feel the terror of the Immortal King's Technique?"

Jiang Hao looked at An Ming, feeling somewhat speechless.

These An family members, grandfather and grandson, are truly alike.

Even though they're all seriously injured, after using their ancestral Immortal King Technique, they'll become very confident and arrogant again.

Clearly, they had an inexplicable confidence in their family's Immortal King Technique.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. The Immortal King Technique is indeed powerful, and its battle record must be brilliant. It is a reputation earned through battle.

Their invincible confidence stemmed from their numerous past glorious achievements.

Unfortunately, An Ming and his grandson are now just unlucky; they've both run into Jiang Hao, and their good fortune has run out.

"Your grandson An Qiong used to say the same thing," Jiang Hao suddenly laughed, speaking with great interest.

"Back then he was just as confident as you are now, and then he died. I beat him to death, and his corpse even made a significant contribution to dealing with you."

"Um?"

Upon hearing Jiang Hao's words, An Ming's face instantly froze, then changed drastically, becoming extremely ugly!

These words were like a knife, stabbing deeply into his heart!

This is not only killing someone, but also destroying their spirit!