At that moment, Ye Fan stood still with his eyes closed, unaffected by the West Spirit King’s imposing aura.

"Still pretending to be calm? Die, kid!" the West Spirit King said mockingly.

Originally, the West Spirit King planned to capture Ye Fan and hand him over to the Divine Race. He was certain that he would receive a godhead from the Divine World and achieve divinity. But now, he knew Ye Fan would not be so easily captured, so he had abandoned that plan. Instead, he intended to slay Ye Fan and report it to the Divine Race. He might still receive a godhead for his efforts. After all, he had dealt with the Divine World for a long time. If such a great accomplishment went unrewarded, the Divine World would surely alienate its servants in the lower realms.

Only by fusing with a godhead could one become a god. This was an immutable truth that had stood since ancient times. Clearly, Ye Fan was his chance to achieve divinity.

Finally, when he was just over a hundred meters away, Ye Fan’s eyes snapped open. Despite the blinding glare from the West Spirit King, Ye Fan charged forward.

"Azure Sky Dragon Claw!" Ye Fan roared.

With unstoppable force, his claws struck out, shattering the sky’s uneasy silence. A brilliant light instantly engulfed everyone. No one, not even the bravest among them, dared to open their eyes. They had no idea what transpired within the blinding radiance, but they knew one thing for certain: a fierce clash had just occurred.

When the brilliant light faded, the crowd looked up toward the sky, only to find Ye Fan standing behind the West Spirit King. The two of them seemed frozen in the Void.

At this point, Ye Fan’s aura was exceedingly weak. That single strike had consumed all of his strength, and while he could recover, the process would be very slow. The West Spirit King, on the other hand, remained motionless, though some keen-eyed powerhouses thought they saw him trembling. And indeed, he was.

It was unclear who started it, but soon the entire crowd turned their gaze to the West Spirit King. Everyone in the Spirit Suppressing Domain, including the warriors from the Spirit Domain, drew a sharp breath. The West Spirit King was immensely powerful, yet Ye Fan had still severely injured him. Ye Fan’s strength was simply terrifying. To think that the West Spirit King, armed to the teeth, had still been defeated. This only proved that Ye Fan was truly the God Slayer recognized by the Yuanhong Sword and the Ancestor Realm Bloodline.

The Evil Vengeance Divine Pet let out a sigh of relief. This kid is full of secrets. I just wonder where exactly he managed to injure the West Spirit King. She couldn’t see where the West Spirit King was wounded, perhaps because the Rock God Armor’s coverage was so complete. But one thing was certain: the West Spirit King was truly and severely injured. Otherwise, he would never have exposed his weakness.

After about a minute, the West Spirit King could no longer bear it and cried out in pain.

"Ah!"

Everyone looked again and saw a large amount of blood flowing from his Rock God Armor. It was actually torn!

The Rock God Armor—impervious to blades, spears, spells, and physical force—was now rent asunder. Its defensive power was far beyond that of the Holy Armor of the Church. If the Rock God Armor was a High-grade Spiritual Artifact, then the Holy Armor of the Church was merely an entry-level one. The difference was self-evident; it was clear at a glance which was stronger.

The question remained: what had Ye Fan used to tear through the Rock God Armor and grievously wound the West Spirit King?

Everyone looked closer and saw that it was Ye Fan’s hands, which were slowly reverting from dragon claws back into fingers. The crowd gasped in astonishment.

At that moment, the West Spirit King plummeted from the sky and crashed to the earth. The Rock God Armor, the Spiritual Artifact forged by the Rock God, shattered into pieces, rendered useless. Ye Fan also descended, landing in front of the West Spirit King. Although both were extremely weak, no one dared to approach. In a duel of this caliber, not even the Spirit Clan Commanders or those in the Reincarnation Realm had the right to interfere.

Unwilling to accept defeat, the West Spirit King roared, "I don’t believe it! My Rock God Armor is the strongest defense! No one can destroy it!"

"That’s only true in your dreams! West Spirit King, I’ve already crushed your core. You’re nothing more than a dying man putting up a final struggle!" Ye Fan said weakly. Though exhausted, he had defeated the West Spirit King, a testament to his true power.

Still refusing to yield, the West Spirit King bellowed, "I am invincible!"

"KILL!" he roared, charging at Ye Fan one last time. He burned his Life Force, a final gambit that converted life itself into power. This was a mutually destructive tactic, a gamble Ye Fan wasn’t willing to take. To him, his Life Force was too precious.

"Rupture!"

Ye Fan crossed his hands, his fingers shifting back into dragon claws as he struck again. The attack hit the West Spirit King in mid-air. The Rock God Armor peeled completely from his body, and he landed on the ground, gasping for breath. The once-mighty Spirit King had reached the twilight of his life.

All the Martial Artists were shocked, especially the many Spirit Clan Commanders. With the Spirit King on the brink of death, their days ahead would be difficult. Who could have imagined that a Martial Artist new to the Spirit Suppressing Domain would upend a structure that had stood for thousands of years? The change was truly profound.

This once again proved that Ye Fan was, and always would be, a Legend Maker. Only he could create such countless legends, forging his own path by altering the world’s oppressive rules and building his own legend upon them.

The West Spirit King struggled to his feet. Though battered and grievously injured, he glared fiercely at Ye Fan, pushing his aura to its absolute limit.

Ye Fan said coldly, "Your time has come. Will you do it yourself, or shall I?"

"Hmph! I am an immortal warrior!" the West Spirit King retorted. He tried desperately to charge at Ye Fan but collapsed, apparently drained of strength.

Ye Fan sneered and began to walk toward him step by step.

However, at that very moment, a loud shout pierced the air, "Watch out!"

Ye Fan spun around just in time to see the West Spirit King’s Divine Spear rising from the rubble and shooting toward him. Unprepared for the attack, Ye Fan saw the Divine Spear about to pierce his body. In that desperate moment, a dark shadow swooped down, shoving him aside and taking the Divine Spear’s blow.

Ye Fan tumbled clumsily to the ground. When he looked up, he saw it was her—the Evil Vengeance Divine Pet. She was pinned by the Divine Spear to a massive rock.

Ye Fan was stunned. He had never expected this enemy to save him, much less at the cost of her own life. He slowly walked toward the weakened Evil Vengeance Divine Pet.

Meanwhile, the West Spirit King, lying barely alive, felt his heart sink in despair. He knew his final trump card was gone. From this point on, he would have no way to resist.