This power was incomparably strong and impossible to resist—the strongest force Fan Lang had encountered since crossing over.
Fan Lang was startled. He had some idea of what was happening and immediately raised his defenses, spreading the Sword Seal Dragon Wings behind him to protect himself.
He looked closely and saw the sky blaze with light. The white clouds turned into Auspicious Clouds, holy light streamed down in rays, and a figure descended bathed in radiance.
The man wore white armor, gripped a great halberd, and stood barefoot. His expression was neither sorrowful nor joyful, while his eyes gleamed sharply.
It was Fan Sha!
The last time Fan Lang had encountered was merely one of Fan Sha's temporary incarnations. This time, it was Fan Sha himself.
Fan Sha had crossed two continents to reach the Ancient Continent. His purpose was obvious: he had come for Fan Lang.
The two stared at each other across the air, hostility blazing in their eyes.
Fan Sha radiated gentle holy light, along with an overwhelming pressure. He seemed like the sovereign of heaven and earth, holding dominion over all life and death. All living beings could only look up at him, unable to defy his will.
Yet Fan Lang was not crushed beneath that pressure. Like a black reef standing stubbornly amid raging waves, he remained immovable no matter how the pressure battered him.
"We have finally 'met,'" Fan Lang said gravely.
"I told you before that I would come kill you myself. The moment you left the Dao Field would be the day you died. I stationed watchers around the Dao Field long ago. None of your movements could escape my notice," Fan Sha said in a deep voice.
In truth, this was not Fan Lang's first time leaving the Dao Field. He