Feng Ya was dead.
Lin Baichuan had buried him with a single slash, obliterating both body and soul.
The entire process had taken less than a hundred breaths. A peak Golden Immortal powerhouse, even one who had borrowed the power of a battle formation to unleash the combat strength of an Immortal General, had fallen just like that.
For a time, White Dwarf Star was deathly silent. The remaining Golden Roc Clan members were all stunned.
Many of them had suffered backlash when Feng Ya fell and the battle formation broke apart, coughing up blood without end from grievous injuries.
These were the weaker Mystic Immortals. Those at the late Mystic Immortal stage and above were not seriously affected, but they were utterly shaken inside, even giving rise to a trace of fear.
Lin Baichuan's strength made them tremble with dread.
Feng Ya had been the strongest among them, yet he had still fallen at Lin Baichuan's hands. As for them, there was even less to say.
Even joining forces, they were no match for Lin Baichuan.
"Damn it, what do we do now..."
Someone gritted his teeth and growled, the thought of fleeing rising in his heart.
Yet they did not dare flee.
Tianpeng was still cultivating a secret art, and he had reached a critical moment. If they ran for their lives now, Tianpeng would be doomed.
If that happened, they would certainly die even if they returned to the Golden Roc Clan.
The Young Clan Leader would be dead, while they returned alive.
What kind of situation would that be?
"Fight! Buy time for the Young Clan Leader. As long as he successfully cultivates the secret art, we will have every chance to turn the tables..."
"That's right. With the Young Clan Leader's true combat strength, killing