Fan Sha's attack was far too powerful. It swept across all directions, affecting an area spanning a thousand miles.
All the Mystic Gods nearby were injured and sent flying. No defensive method could withstand it.
Each of these Mystic Gods stood at the pinnacle of mortals, yet today they had felt another, even greater power—one that had already neared the next realm beyond the Mystic God.
Looking across the vast universe, the Mystic God realm was only the beginning.
The aftershocks of the attack did not subside for a long time. Fan Sha stood proudly in the sky with his halberd in hand, making no move to pursue them. If he had given chase, killing one or two of them would not have been difficult.
Once the aftershocks finally faded, the surrounding area had already been leveled to the ground.
Heavenly Gifted Pill Saint and the others had all suffered injuries of varying severity. They rose into the air one after another, their expressions grim as they surrounded Fan Sha.
Fan Sha glanced around and said coolly, "I showed courtesy before force. I came here today only to give you a show of strength, not to kill anyone. This is merely to let you witness my current power, so that you may recognize the difficulty before you, surrender early, and abandon darkness for the light. My mercy has its limits. If you remain stubborn and insist on opposing me, then I can only begin a massacre. That is not something I wish to see."
Heavenly Gifted Pill Saint looked grief-stricken and indignant, yet he was speechless. If there had been even a sliver of hope, he would have rushed forward and fought for his life. But now, there was not even a sliver of hope.
Fan Sha was too powerful,