Everyone in the vast battlefield stopped fighting and turned their eyes in Ye Futian's direction. Every single saint had undergone divine catastrophes and their attacks were imbued with the rules of the great path.
Saint Zhi—the saint lord of Zhisheng Cliffs—had climbed to the second level of the Divine Path Steps, making him unpredictably formidable. He was ranked 30th on the Saint Ranking, so no one would have expected him to trade lives with Ye Futian.
The Bloody Palm Print shrouded the heavens, and under countless watchful eyes, he continued to press down on the Village Chief, who had taken the form of a sword. The sky seemed to have been brought down along with the palm print. Blood stained Saint Zhi's palm, yet he pressed forth as if he felt no pain. He had cast away concerns about his own life so that any small injuries did not faze him at all.