Ye Qingci wept with joy, while Great Emperor Glazed Glass and the others trembled with excitement.
They knew Fang Chen was strong, but they had never imagined he was strong to such an absurd degree.
The envoys of the God Race, Blood Race, Elf Race, and Nether Race, however, turned ashen-faced, cold sweat pouring down their brows.
They had sided with Yun Hao just moments ago and spoken ill of Fang Chen.
Now even a two-turn Immortal Emperor of the Heavenly Human Race had been beaten into fleeing for his life. What could their races possibly use to withstand this baleful star's return?
Remembering Fang Chen's icy gaze before he left, they felt as though they had fallen into an ice pit.
The neutral parties' minds raced as they began reassessing the situation.
Fang Chen's powerful return, sweeping everything aside with such dominance, would undoubtedly transform the balance of power in the Ancient Region.
A mighty force centered on Fang Chen seemed to be rising, unstoppable.
Fang Chen's figure swayed violently in the void, like a lone bamboo stalk on the verge of snapping in a storm.
His clothes were soaked through with blood and hung in tatters. On his exposed skin, wounds deep enough to show bone healed at a hair-raising speed. New flesh wriggled like blood-red earthworms with a faint sizzling sound, and every bit of healing brought a violent spasm of his muscles.
His face was as pale as water-soaked rice paper. Blood still stained his seven orifices, stark against his skin, and his breathing rose and fell with frightening violence.
At times it surged like a raging storm, stirring ripples in the surrounding air; at others, it seemed ready to fade out entirely in the next instant.
Veins bulged like coiled dragons across the back of