Li Balian was dead.
Not long after the sword light dissipated, a system notification appeared, proving this beyond doubt.
Of the Six Reincarnated Ones, four had died, and one was under Fan Lang's control. He could already declare victory.
As long as he turned around and dealt with the Demon Woman Mandala, he would achieve final victory and complete the ritual his previous life had forced upon him.
Killing women was not good, but Fan Lang had long stopped binding himself to such rules.
Fan Lang had held back somewhat in that strike comparable to World-Destroying Martial Prowess. Once he confirmed that Li Balian was dead, he controlled the sword light and brought it to a halt. He then condensed the remaining power into enormous spheres of light, like stars, hanging in the empty void.
For a long time to come, these spheres of light would continue radiating light and heat until their power was exhausted.
Otherwise, if the sword light had been allowed to scatter, who knew how many stars would have been destroyed.
This was Fan Lang being merciful.
The aftershocks lingered, and the crowd found it difficult to calm down as well.
The people around him who had come to support Fan Lang all had their own motives. They had not participated directly in the battle, yet they had become witnesses to it. Next, they would witness another miracle.
Fan Lang held the Strongest Dragon Sword as he stood in the void. His aura had fallen sharply, no longer as fierce and tyrannical as before, but his lingering might remained. No one dared underestimate him.
With Li Balian's death, the cheat that had belonged to her became ownerless. It transformed into a stone tablet in the void, its surface engraved with ninety-nine names, and flew toward Fan