Before the words had even faded, a gigantic palm that blotted out the sky materialized from thin air. It seized the heavily wounded Luo Hou and used its back to block Fan Lang's continued assault.
Someone was trying to save Luo Hou!
Fan Lang's heart tightened. He tested the other party's strength and could not help being startled. The one who had intervened was likely an Asura Race expert of unfathomable power, powerful enough even to block his attacks.
The skies directly overhead suddenly churned with wind and clouds. A vortex spread outward, and from it descended a figure radiating an ancient aura.
His long hair hung over his shoulders, his gaze was deep, and all manner of laws shifted within his eyes. He wore a tattered robe, while his exposed hands and feet were bare. His skin was indigo, one of the common skin tones of the Asura Race.
The moment he saw him, Fan Lang recognized him. This man was one of the Asura Race's magnates, revered as Great Asura King Fen Jitian. He ruled vast territories of the Asura Race and made countless factions submit to him.
In a horizontal comparison, Fen Jitian was the equivalent of a human divine ancestor!
His arrival introduced a new variable into the situation.
Fen Jitian looked down at Fan Lang, the laws in his eyes shifting unpredictably. His voice boomed, "Know when to stop. I think highly of Luo Hou and will protect him. You will never kill him under my watch. I know there are certain secrets and entanglements between the two of you, and that your backgrounds are extraordinary. They may involve some reclusive supreme powers in the universe, but no matter who supports you, do not think you can gain any advantage here."
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