Epiphany

As Wang Zhifan drew closer, observing the bizarre, frenzied being ahead, it noticed him as well.

The creature abruptly turned and swung its withered arm at Wang Zhifan behind it. A violent force like the collapse of the heavens surged toward him with overwhelming might!

It was precisely these casual attacks that had left colossal craters spanning thousands of miles in the ground below. Any ordinary being touched by even a fraction of that force would have been reduced to dust.

Yet Wang Zhifan had no fear of its attack. He immediately answered with his saber, delivering a fierce downward slash that cleaved apart the immense power approaching him.

The sharp saber light then tore through space and closed in on the bizarre being's face, forcing him to raise a hand to block it. As he recoiled several yards, the madness on his face briefly froze.

He really is at the level of an Immortal. That slash contained considerable power of law, yet he blocked it with a raised hand. No ordinary cultivator could do that.

Wang Zhifan's expression grew solemn at the sight. Although his slash had been a probe, he had hardly held back its power. The result confirmed his earlier suspicion: this being was very likely the so-called Extremely Evil Old Immortal, or at least someone of a similar level.

That made his current options fairly clear. He could either go all out and fight hard or retreat immediately. Battling a legendary Immortal carried considerable risk with little benefit, and might delay his cultivation of his state of mind.

These thoughts flashed through Wang Zhifan's mind, and he quickly made his decision.

Better to retreat. Fighting this thing would be a waste of effort, and that slash already makes us even.

And so, before the bewildered, frenzied