Chapter 527: Is There No One Who Can Fight?

The majestic city wall of Despair City was directly blasted into a crater thousands of zhang wide by Lin Fan.

For thousands of years, Lin Fan was the first being from the myriad races to dare cause trouble in Despair City.

Countless experts had once come in groups, but to Despair City, these so-called experts were like ants, and their ultimate fate was to have their corpses hung on the city wall as a warning.

The dignity of the Despair Marquis was not to be violated.

A mere human dares to attack Despair City—deserving death ten thousand times over.

A chiliarch of Despair City, commanding ten thousand ancient clansmen, stood between heaven and earth with unparalleled ferocity.

Human, I will use your flesh and blood to rebuild the city wall of Despair City. This ancient clan chiliarch roared, his pitch-black arm swinging fiercely. Seize him.

Yes!

Neatly arrayed ancient clan soldiers stood densely packed together, their thick murderous aura condensing into substance. A murderous dragon coiled in the void, snarling ferociously at Lin Fan.

These ancient clansmen were well-trained and seething with killing intent, far beyond ordinary ancient clan soldiers.

Lin Fan paid no heed to these ancient clansmen. They were all too weak. Though numerous, before absolute power, they were nothing but paper tigers.

Call out the Despair Marquis. Lin Fan said.

The Despair Marquis is not someone you can see just because you want to. Seize this human and build the wall with his blood. The ancient clan chiliarch roared, his hideous and ugly face churning with malice. A powerful aura surged forth, rushing into the heavens.

Devour him.

Slay this human.

Ten thousand ancient clansmen charged in, led by ten centurions, each followed by ten decurions...

In the past, Lin Fan would have found this troublesome, but now, what fear did he have of these ancient clansmen?

Despicable ancient clans. Lin Fan shook his head with a sigh. Since they sought death, he would grant it. After all, they were experience points.

Demon City.

Lin Fan slapped his palm into the void, and the top-grade spiritual artifact Demon City instantly appeared in the air. The ancient great demon roared furiously, growing larger.

Originally palm-sized, Demon City instantly blotted out the sky, and the ancient great demon's aura of supreme ferocity burst forth.

Boundless demonic energy surged, and the earth spirit river swept across heaven and earth.

The ancient great demon reached out a hand, seizing heaven and earth, grabbing toward the pitch-black mass of ancient clansmen.

The ten centurions saw this sky-covering giant hand, their hearts pounding violently. Then they roared, exchanging glances.

Sky-Supporting Ancient Art!

Instantly, the ten centurions merged, their auras combining. A flame soared up, and within the flame, a giant ancient clansman a thousand zhang tall roared, swinging his arms, shattering the void as if trying to slay the ancient great demon.

Hmph, not bad. But do you think merging into a giant can contend with me? A fool's dream. Lin Fan sneered. No matter how many of these ants came, he would kill them all.

Though this giant was the product of ten centurions merging, in Lin Fan's eyes, it was still not enough.

Boom!

Earth-shattering. The ancient great demon's palm annihilated everything. The thousand-zhang-tall giant, under this palm, roared incessantly, crumbling into blood.

Bang!

The might of a single palm, unmatched in the world.

The solid ground was shattered by the ancient great demon's palm, the hand sinking deep into the earth. The entire Despair City began to shake.

Vile human, you seek death! The ancient clan chiliarch reacted, roaring as he charged at Lin Fan.

You killed my men—I'll make you wish you were dead. The ancient clan chiliarch burned with rage, unable to bear it. Under that palm, all ten centurions he had painstakingly trained had fallen, along with countless decurions and centurions, dead without knowing how.

"Human race, no matter how formidable you are, you cannot escape death."

"Demonic Slash of Severing."

The Ancient Tribe chiliarch flickered, vanishing into the void. In his hand, a crimson long blade glowed with a faint light. With one slash, he cut through the endless void, and a狂暴 power surged violently toward Lin Fan.

The Demonic Slash of Severing was the signature move of this Ancient Tribe chiliarch—mysterious and unpredictable, capable of tearing the void apart, leaving it unclosed for a long time.

An ordinary person might, in the blink of an eye, find their head separated from their body, not knowing how they died.

"A Step to the Horizon!"

Lin Fan, who had been standing leisurely, suddenly vanished from his spot, as if completely disappearing between heaven and earth.

The Ancient Tribe chiliarch's expression tightened, a flicker of panic in his eyes. He found that he could no longer locate the human's figure.

Where did he go!

But in that instant, the Ancient Tribe chiliarch's body suddenly stiffened, and a look of terror appeared in his eyes.

In his panicked gaze, a face carrying a smile infinitely magnified.

An ordinary-looking hand reached toward him. The Ancient Tribe chiliarch roared, "You bastard, I'll cleave you in two!"

Seeing that this human was recklessly meeting his attack with bare hands, the Ancient Tribe chiliarch was overjoyed. He unconsciously increased the power in his hand, and his pitch-black arm swelled slightly.

Crack!

"You..." The Ancient Tribe chiliarch stared in disbelief at what was before him. This human's hand had shattered his "Demonic Slash of Severing," grabbed his long blade, and crushed it. Without pausing, the human seized his throat in an instant.

"At the Great Perfection of the Azure Heaven Stage, you are the weakest chiliarch I have ever seen." Lin Fan said calmly. In his eyes, this Ancient Tribe chiliarch was far too weak.

So weak that it failed to stir even a trace of interest.

"Let me go..." The Ancient Tribe chiliarch roared, his massive body struggling violently, but the human's arm seemed to possess the strength of ten thousand jun, and he could not move at all.

Crack!

Lin Fan exerted a slight pressure with his fingers, snapped the neck of the ancient tribe's chiliarch, and then tossed him directly ahead.

…

Those beings of the myriad races who had been suffering torment had no idea how things were going.

The recent tremor made them tremble with fear. They all had a strong will to survive, hoping for a miracle, but they knew the miracle was extremely unlikely.

In their view, that human was probably already dead.

At the same time, the ancient tribes who had been tormenting the myriad races were also waiting, and then suddenly burst into wild laughter.

"Haha, that human must be dead by now."

"Daring to act recklessly in Despair City is nothing but seeking death."

"You ants, enjoy your despair well—that human can't save you."

…

The eyes of the myriad races, which had just been filled with wings of hope, suddenly dimmed. The ancient tribes were right—how could anyone come to save them? Despair City was a prison filled with despair.

But just then, a voice like a great bell or a giant drum suddenly resounded throughout the void.

"Is there not a single ancient tribe that can put up a fight?"

"I, Lin Fan, will destroy Despair City today. Despair Marquis, come out..."

The earth shook, and a giant appeared in the distance. Above the giant's head floated a demon city exuding overwhelming demonic aura, its ferocious might unmatched. With a raise of its hand, it could pluck the sun and moon.

And the giant opened its massive mouth, sucking countless ancient tribes into its belly, transforming them into power to strengthen itself.

Such ferocious might made their hearts tremble with fear.