Boom!
The mountain's belly exploded open, and Wei Fan shot into the sky. No demons were in sight, yet his imperial spiritual sense had already detected the killing chill permeating heaven and earth. The furious roars of countless people rang unceasingly in his ears.
When he looked up again, the distant horizon was dark and overcast, entirely veiled by demonic aura. Faint imperial fluctuations also came from the starry sky overhead. Clearly, imperial-level experts were fighting among the stars.
The battlefield was simply too far from Beiding Continent. Even the aftermath of an imperial-level clash had become exceedingly faint by the time it reached here. Had he not already become an emperor, he would not even have sensed such fluctuations.
"Even cultivating in peace is impossible. Since you're in such a hurry to die, I'll grant your wish!"
Wei Fan's disheveled hair whipped about as his fury burned through the Ninth Heaven. The next moment, he plunged headlong into the Great Dao and flew toward the source of the people's roaring cries.
He still had many cultivation plans left unfinished. After his breakthrough, he needed to complete the sixth transformation of his Primordial Spirit, temper his imperial weapons, raise all his merely major accomplishment-level martial arts to perfection, and cultivate the Five Emperors Fist again.
Once those were done, if he still had sufficient cultivation power, he would try to see whether he could elevate the Myriad Dao Bell once more.
But the demons gave him no time at all. They could not wait to kill him.
His cultivation had been forcibly interrupted, and coupled with the roars of countless people, the fury in his heart as the Human Emperor was impossible to suppress. Nor could he calmly continue transforming his Primordial Spirit.
Still, the panel had one advantage: as