At midnight, the Netherworld Fierce Land was utterly silent.
The night here was the most dangerous time, when it was absolutely so dark that one could not see one's hand in front of one's face.
Even demonic cultivators who explored the Netherworld Fierce Land year-round would not travel at night. They would always choose a safe place to make camp.
Although cultivators were not afraid of the darkness, in an environment as harsh as the Spiritless Land known as the Netherworld Fierce Land, Spiritual Sense detection was severely weakened here.
Yao Zhuang sat cross-legged inside the Portable Secret Realm, still pondering the sword scar Su Fan had left behind, the one containing a trace of Great Dao Intent.
Even now, his thoughts remained unable to calm down for a long time.
Although Yao Zhuang had already reached the Half-step Integration Stage and his Dao Heart had always been crystal clear, who could have imagined that today he would suffer such a devastating blow?
Whenever he closed his eyes, the sword scar Su Fan had left behind would appear before him.
Yao Zhuang knew clearly that a flaw had already appeared in his Dao Heart.
He clenched his fist fiercely, wanting to sweep away the wisp of gloom weighing on his heart, but his intense jealousy and competitiveness surged toward him like a rising tide, tormenting him without end.
Although Yao Zhuang had reassessed Su Fan's strength after witnessing the power of that sword strike,
this siege would certainly cost the lives of many, many members of his own race.
But after considering the matter from every angle—as well as his own selfish desires—Yao Zhuang could no longer afford to care about that.
No matter how great the price, that brat had to die.
Yao Zhuang's judgment was that although the