Over a million li away, Fu Zhongan sensed Xiao Jiasheng's aura fade, his face contorting into something as hideous as a ghost.
The encirclement he had believed flawless had ended like this, and now Fu Zhongan had once again lost track of Chen Fei's aura.
A million li was simply too great a distance. Had they been within a hundred thousand li of each other, Fu Zhongan believed he would never have lost this human.
But unless one mastered the complete time rule, there were no "what ifs."
Chen Fei had tricked Fu Zhongan into traveling five million li away. At such a distance, Chen Fei could conceal his aura whenever he pleased.
Most importantly, the entire Liang Clan had misjudged Chen Fei's strength. He had actually slain Fu Zhongsong and the other two in succession in such a short time.
Normally, with Fu Zhongsong's expertise in arrays and Xiao Jiasheng and Fu Qianyi assisting him, their combined strength surpassed even an encirclement by four ninth order early stage cultivators.
Yet in the end, all three had died.
Several dozen breaths passed in the blink of an eye, and Fu Zhongan arrived where Xiao Jiasheng's aura had faded.
Fu Zhongan swept his icy gaze over the surroundings. The traces left in the void still revealed that a fierce battle had just taken place.
Fu Zhongan could even tell that Xiao Jiasheng had apparently made a desperate last stand, burning every ounce of his power. Yet ultimately, nothing had changed. He had been crushed head-on and killed.
Someone who had only just broken through to the ninth order early stage had dealt so effortlessly with a fellow cultivator's attempt to burn jade and stone alike. It was simply unimaginable.
Fu Zhongan flickered toward the places where Fu Zhongsong and Fu Qianyi