Chapter 1099: Life Forbidden Zone Battle

Chapter 1100: Battle in the Forbidden Zone of Life

"What? This is the Ancient Desolate Forbidden Zone?" 霍坦's three disciples cried out in unison from behind, their faces draining of color, turning as white as sheets.

The surrounding fields were lush with vegetation and ancient herbs, yet an eerie silence prevailed. There were no chirping insects, no singing birds, nor any roaring beasts, as if it were a land of death. Ancient trees soared skyward, their branches extending wildly. Through the swaying shadows of the trees, nine sacred mountains could be seen not far away, possessing a malevolent quality that devoured one's life essence.

"No!" one of 霍坦's disciples screamed in terror, realizing that this time, they were likely doomed, with no escape. What kind of place was this? A place where you could enter, but never leave! This forbidden zone did not exist in ancient times; it formed during the Ancient Desolate era. Upon their revival, the ancient races immediately understood its dangers. Many powerful ancient experts had once come here, coveting the Nine Wonders Immortal Medicine, but all met a tragic end. Even Saints failed; though some managed to escape, they suffered astonishing losses of their lifespan.

Yet now, Ye Fan had actually used the ancient Great Emperor's chessboard patterns to enter this place. Was he risking his life? Was he planning to perish with them?

"Master, let's go quickly!" This was no time to linger. The three disciples wished they had wings to instantly flee. In this place, all their magical power was lost. Aside from their still strong physiques, they were no different from mortals, their faces pale and extremely grim. 霍坦's expression was grim. Without a word, he turned to leave. He had no desire to stay here, for every moment spent was draining his life.

"Today, you've entered, but you won't leave. Not one of you!"

Ye Fan's speed was incredible. With his robust physique, he possessed astonishing combat power even without relying on his cultivation, transforming into a pale golden silhouette that blocked their path. A spear thrust forth, distorting the void. This was the power of pure physical strength. The dark-gold spear seemed to tear through heaven and earth, emitting a dark light.

霍坦's expression changed. In this place, his power was greatly restricted; he had lost the magical power that allowed a Saint to look down upon all living beings, making it difficult to even circulate his own cultivation. "Boom!" He struggled to activate his power, barely managing to conjure faint wisps of radiance that enveloped his fist, emitting faint divine energy to block the spear. After the two blows clashed, divine light splattered, and a metallic clang resounded. His palm and fingers were like refined silver, gleaming with power capable of tearing through the sky.

"Clang!" 霍坦's hand, sparkling, avoided the sharp spearhead, striking the shaft from the side. Then, like a fish, it slid down the black shaft, slashing towards Ye Fan's fingers, attempting to disarm him. Ye Fan sidestepped, holding the spear in his left hand and blocking with his right fist. His fist and fingers glowed with golden light, forcing 霍坦 back. Then, gripping the spear with both hands, he used it like a great staff, striking horizontally. A sharp cry rang out, the air exploded, and the void was blurred by the pressure. 霍坦 retreated rapidly.

With a tragic scream, one of 霍坦's disciples was struck by the black spear shaft. His bones snapped, flesh splattered, and jagged white bone fragments protruded. His body flew out like a falling leaf, losing his life.

"You..." Veins bulged on 霍坦's forehead, and his whole body emitted faint, crystalline light, but it changed nothing. In this forbidden zone, he could not shatter mountains and rivers with a single roar. Ye Fan frowned slightly. Indeed, cultivators who had achieved sainthood truly transcended the human realm; they could still use a portion of their magical power even within the forbidden zone, which defied normal logic.

What kind of place was this? A Forbidden Zone of Life! For decades, ever since the Nine Dragons pulled the Coffin collided with the abyss and "Desolation" slowly revived, this forbidden land had become increasingly terrifying. Whether a mortal or a Dao Slayer, regardless of their cultivation, once they entered, all their cultivation would be stripped away, treating everyone equally. He clearly remembered the outcome when the ancient Hua Dynasty's peerless old Emperor, with little life left, entered the forbidden zone wearing the golden battle armor of an ancient sage and carrying a battle sword, hoping to prolong his life. Not long after entering, he was directly reduced to ashes; only a golden divine robe flew out, leaving behind sorrow.

Saints, being transcendent above all beings, could not be judged by common sense. 霍坦's cultivation had not completely dried up, and combined with his Saint-level physical body, he still possessed the power to fight.

"Whoosh!" 霍坦 charged forward like an arrow from a bowstring. Every second he delayed increased his danger; he didn't want to stay for a moment longer and sought to fight his way out. Ye Fan attacked with his spear; each swing could shatter the long sky, terrifying 霍坦's remaining two disciples who were now trembling with fear, their previous arrogance gone, not daring to even breathe loudly.

After all, 霍坦 was a Saint of his generation. Even if he couldn't use his magical power, his combat experience was extremely rich. He lunged forward in a bow stance, striking with open hands, avoiding the spear point, and engaging in close-quarters combat, aiming for Ye Fan's vital points. Ye Fan remained calm and composed. He wore a layer of stone armor, made from Divine Source stone skin, refined using the forbidden immortal sealing Source Art, transforming into the Source Heaven Divine Robe. Every move he made was incredibly relaxed. Even with the erosion of time, he would certainly last longer than 霍坦; he would not be the first to succumb.

"Clang!" The dark-gold spear in Ye Fan's hand thrust out streaks of divine light, constantly targeting 霍坦's vital points, leaving bloody marks on his body. The two fiercely clashed. 霍坦's palm and fingers contained divine radiance, his transparent palm glowing brightly, bubbling forth divine splendor, attempting to forcibly release Saint power to destroy Ye Fan. This was a threat. The Saint power, though only wisps, was terrifyingly potent because it hadn't dried up.

"Master, you must kill him!" The other two dared not speak, only praying in secret, while moving their feet, retreating into the distance, attempting to escape.

"Whoosh!" Suddenly, a streak of dark light shot forth. The dark-gold spear left Ye Fan's hand and flew over. One of 霍坦's disciples spat blood, pierced by the spear, and was sent flying hundreds of feet away, pinned to the ground. At the same time, Ye Fan detached himself from the battle, moving like a pale golden dragon, retrieving the spear.

霍坦's other disciple, seeing this, felt a chill run from head to toe. He dared not move another step. This was a god of slaughter; the fierce aura made his legs weak, almost forcing him to his knees. Moreover, he was rapidly aging. Originally in the prime of his life, his face was now covered in wrinkles, and he would soon die of old age. "Master... save me!"

Seeing this, 霍坦 couldn't help but let out a long howl. He was a Saint, yet he was pushed to such a point by what he considered an ant, who had killed three of his disciples right before his eyes. This was a great hatred and humiliation.

"Clang!" Sparks flew as the two clashed again. The dark-gold spear and the fist resonated, like intertwining bolts of lightning. "An ant cannot kill a dragon. I have attained sainthood; how can an ant like you insult me?" 霍坦's face was livid, his killing intent fully unleashed. The Saint light overflowing from his palm intensified. Ye Fan was fearless, fighting with his spear. The dark-gold spear gleamed with a cold, eerie metallic luster. His body was slender and agile, black hair flowing to his waist, his eyes clear and brilliant. His entire being radiated restrained sharpness, possessing an ethereal, transcendent aura.

"Buzz!" The two exchanged another powerful blow. Ye Fan's spear struck 霍坦's shoulder. 霍坦 stumbled, a bloody mark appeared, and he let out a roar. "Emulate Heaven and Earth, follow the Dao of Nature, manifest the Grand Dao of Qiankun, suppress him!" 霍坦 roared. "Boom!" He truly managed to borrow a wisp of the Great Dao's divine might, as if a piece of the sky were pressing down. Saint power faintly appeared, vast and irresistible. However, it only lasted for a moment before the Dao marks in the sky shattered, transforming into streaks of flowing light and disappearing, unable to suppress anything.

Ye Fan's expression remained indifferent. He had long anticipated this outcome; otherwise, why would he choose this place as a battlefield? It was the only place capable of suppressing a Saint. "Princess Divine Silkworm was only one step away from becoming a Great Saint. Even wearing her clan's ancient emperor armor, which harnessed the power of creation, she could barely defend herself, fly, and fight the Desolate Slaves. You, who have just become a Saint, with an unconsolidated Dao Fruit and without even an inherited Saint weapon, think you can defy the heavens here!?"

Ye Fan struck mercilessly, his movements becoming even swifter. The dark-gold spear in his hand transformed into a dark light, enveloping 霍坦. "Ah...!" In the distance, 霍坦's disciple screamed. His skin had sagged, and though once a master, he was now rapidly aging towards death. He could no longer care about anything else, taking off in a frantic run, rushing towards the edge of the Ancient Desolate Forbidden Zone. His white hair scattered in the wind, a truly pathetic sight. For him, this was a land of devils.

Ye Fan swept his spear horizontally, forcing 霍坦 back, and transformed into a streak of flowing light, giving chase. "You dare!" 霍坦 roared in fury. He had already watched three of his disciples die at Ye Fan's hands. Now, his eyes were bloodshot; he absolutely could not tolerate this happening again. Ye Fan's physical body was unparalleled, his vital energy surging. As a Saint Body, he had undergone multiple thunder tribulation baptisms and even traversed the Chaotic Thunder Domain, forged through countless trials. Every inch of his flesh and blood contained terrifying power, and his life force was mighty to the extreme.

His speed was immense. In an instant, he caught up. With a "thud," his right hand descended, severing the man's head, which he then held in his hand, dripping with blood. "Here!" After stopping, he turned and offered the dripping head to 霍坦. 霍坦 exhaled a choked breath of rage, letting out a wild, pained roar like a beast. His chest felt like it would explode from anger. He ground his teeth, veins throbbing all over his body. "Bang!" Ye Fan threw the head. It arced through the sky and fell into the distance, leaving a trail of blood. With this, all four of 霍坦's disciples were slain.

"Prepare to die!" 霍坦 fought with desperation. He refused to believe that as a Saint of his generation, he couldn't kill a mere Dao Slayer. His attacks became even more ferocious. "Clang!" Ye Fan wielded the spear as if it were an extension of his arm. Every strike was lethal, dark-gold divine light flashing, the void shattering, each move aimed at taking a life.

"Thud!" 霍坦 was too slow to dodge. His shoulder was pierced, a bloody hole appearing, and a spray of blood flew forward. A single drop of a Saint's blood could obliterate a powerful cultivator. Ye Fan's physique was so strong that he wasn't afraid, but he still didn't want to be splattered. With a low shout, he twisted the great black spear, almost impaling 霍坦. He then swung the shaft, flinging 霍坦 away, who crashed with a bang into a large bluestone, shattering it.

霍坦 was a mixture of shock and rage, but helpless. He couldn't kill this enemy with a single palm strike, possessing a lifetime of cultivation that he couldn't fully unleash in this place. As for his opponent, the Human Saint Body, his physique was incredibly powerful, his vital energy so vibrant that it defied imagination. In terms of pure physical body, he was no less than 霍坦. This was almost unbelievable. Before even becoming a Saint, Ye Fan's physical body had nearly transcended the human realm, his vigorous vital energy as terrifying as the ocean!

"Kill!" 霍坦 let out a fierce shout, unleashing various open-hand techniques, all exquisite close-combat martial arts that contained profound principles of heaven and earth, every movement filled with killing intent. However, what made him want to vomit blood was that in the realm of close-quarters combat, he was actually inferior to the "ant" he despised. Ye Fan's attacks were simple, direct, and incredibly effective.

"Thud!" Ye Fan gripped the spear with both hands and swung it. After hundreds of fierce clashes, he finally struck 霍坦 squarely on the back, sending him flying hundreds of feet away. His spine almost snapped, and blood stained his clothes.