Xu Fang had not yet reached his limit, so he couldn't break through and ascend to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm during the battle. He needed a catalyst, a moment of enlightenment, to shatter the shackles of his current realm and successfully break through to the next level.

  Just as he had helped Sun Wukong, when an overwhelming force surged through his body, it could help him break through the barriers of his realm, allowing him to rise anew and reach a higher level.

  Xu Fang held the Ghost-Mourning Blade in his right hand, while the Immortal-Slaying Flying Blade hovered in the air, waiting for the perfect moment to strike the demon kings.

  Every time Xu Fang let out a low shout, the Immortal-Slaying Flying Blade would transform into a streak of light, circling three times before darting toward the demon kings.

  One by one, the demon kings fell under Xu Fang's Immortal-Slaying Flying Blade, each death gruesome and eerily similar.

  Each had a gaping hole in their neck, flesh torn apart, blood spraying everywhere.

  The battlefield was shrouded in a thick mist of blood, making it difficult to see clearly. Xu Fang moved through the mist, wielding the Ghost-Mourning Blade, slashing fiercely at the demon kings.

  As his spiritual energy continued to deplete, he was nearing his limit. Only sheer willpower kept him fighting. He had to exhaust every last bit of his energy.

  Only then could he push himself to the brink, break through, and ascend to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

  Splat!

  Xu Fang swung his blade, cleaving a demon king in two. Blood and flesh splattered everywhere, creating a horrifying scene.

  The number of demon kings on the battlefield dwindled, but Xu Fang's blade moved faster and faster. His spiritual energy was completely drained.

  Now, he relied solely on his physical strength to wield the Ghost-Mourning Blade. The Immortal-Slaying Flying Blade, without spiritual energy to sustain it, returned to the red gourd.

  Xu Fang could only rely on his physical strength, swinging the Ghost-Mourning Blade at the oncoming demon kings.

  Without the Immortal-Slaying Flying Blade, the demon kings' counterattacks became ferocious. In no time, Xu Fang's body was covered in dozens of wounds.

  Blood streamed down his body, revealing white bone beneath the deep gashes.

  Xu Fang felt no pain. His mind was focused on one thing: swinging his blade and killing everything in his path.

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  Seeing Xu Fang on the verge of collapse, the demon kings intensified their attacks.

  Spells and weapons mercilessly targeted Xu Fang's vital points.

  Soon, Xu Fang was drenched in blood, his body covered in wounds. A large chunk of flesh was even torn from his arm.

  "He's done for! Everyone, attack! Kill him and take the Primordial Qi!"

  As Xu Fang weakened, the demon kings surged forward.

  Initially, Xu Fang had been evenly matched with the demon kings, but now he was forced to retreat, unable to withstand their relentless assault.

  He was pushed back several steps, barely managing to steady himself.

  Xu Fang spat out a mouthful of blood, his face pale, his aura weak, and his body swaying unsteadily.

  ...

  In the heavens, the Jade Emperor's expression tightened as he watched Xu Fang being pushed back. His face was filled with concern.

  Xu Fang was on the verge of defeat, his energy completely drained. If the demon kings launched another attack, Xu Fang would surely fall.

  "This!"

  The Jade Emperor was about to intervene, but the Buddha and Kun-Peng immediately objected.

  "Jade Emperor, we agreed beforehand that Xu Fang's fate would be determined by his own actions. Whether he lives or dies is not for us to interfere with."

  The Buddha's calm voice echoed, reminding the Jade Emperor of their agreement.

  "Look, he's about to collapse. Jade Emperor, if you want to save him, you'll have to get through me first!"

  Kun-Peng's deep voice also rang out, warning the Jade Emperor. They had made a pact, and Kun-Peng was eager to see Xu Fang dead. If the Jade Emperor intervened, Kun-Peng would make him pay dearly.

  "Hmph!"

  Faced with the opposition from the Buddha and Kun-Peng, the Jade Emperor snorted but said nothing more. He turned his attention back to the battlefield, watching Xu Fang closely.

  Even with the Buddha and Kun-Peng blocking him, the Jade Emperor was determined to save Xu Fang, no matter the cost.

  Such a promising talent couldn't be abandoned. With so few loyal followers, losing Xu Fang would leave him with nothing.

  If that happened, the Jade Emperor would become the biggest joke in the Three Realms—though, to be fair, he was already something of a laughingstock.

  ...

  On the battlefield, Xu Fang spat out another mouthful of blood but forced himself to stay conscious. His sharp eyes remained fixed on the demon kings charging toward him.

  Gripping the Ghost-Mourning Blade, he let out a roar and charged at the demon kings once more. Blade lights flashed, and shockwaves rippled through the air.

  The surrounding area, spanning hundreds of miles, had been flattened by the battle's aftermath.

  The ground was soaked with blood, crimson liquid seeping up from beneath the surface.

  The scene was too horrifying to describe. If one had to sum it up, it would be utterly terrifying.

  Splat! Splat!

  After a series of blade flashes, Xu Fang's body was riddled with more wounds. Large chunks of flesh were torn from his arms.

  Blood continued to spill from his mouth, his face deathly pale.

  By now, he had completely exhausted all his spiritual energy.

  Even his physical strength was nearly drained.

  His hand, gripping the Ghost-Mourning Blade, trembled uncontrollably. He could barely lift the blade, let alone swing it.

  His consciousness was on the verge of slipping away. He couldn't hold on much longer.

  But he was still far from breaking through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

  To ascend to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, one needed to gather the Three Flowers at the Crown. Yet, Xu Fang hadn't even formed a single flower. The path to the Three Flowers seemed endless.

  To break through and rise anew, he needed a catalyst. And it seemed he was just one step away from that moment!