At this moment, the Celestial Race cultivators arriving from three directions had already formed a pincer around the western camp.
Behind those Celestial Race cultivators, Yao Zhuang had already gathered several hundred Void Refining Stage clansmen.
His intentions were extremely sinister. He wanted to use the lives of tens of thousands of his clansmen to exhaust Su Fan's Spiritual Sense and magic power completely before Yao Zhuang and the others made their move.
In Yao Zhuang's eyes, no matter how powerful Su Fan was, he could not hold out for long against the frenzied encirclement of tens of thousands of clansmen.
Besides, places like the Netherworld Fierce Land were riddled with Spatial Rifts hidden in the darkness.
Many Spatial Rifts concealed in various places could not be detected by a cultivator's Spiritual Sense alone.
For the demonic cultivators who came here to explore, never mind using escape arts—even riding a flying vessel, or even controlling a magic treasure to fly, was an extremely dangerous undertaking.
Therefore, in Yao Zhuang's eyes, that kid was surely going to die today.
He simply refused to believe that tens of thousands of clansmen above the Deity Transformation Stage could not crush him to death through sheer numbers.
Even if tens of thousands of clansmen were all wiped out, that kid would probably be left in a state of total exhaustion. By then, with several hundred Void Refining Stage clansmen behind him, killing the kid would be as easy as turning over a hand.
No matter the cost, that kid had to die.
There was no helping it. From the moment Yao Zhuang saw the Sword Aura left behind by Su Fan, he had already made up his mind.
Whether for the sake of the overall situation or because of his own selfish motives, he