Faced with the savage and brutal Su Fan, more than a thousand cultivators who had joined the encirclement suffered over half their number in the blink of an eye.
Those lucky enough to survive no longer had even the slightest will to fight to the death. They all began thinking of retreat, wanting only to escape this asura field.
This guy simply wasn't human. How the hell were they supposed to keep fighting?
Unfortunately, how could Su Fan possibly give them a chance to escape alive?
What a beautiful dream.
This time, everyone who had accepted the Celestial Race's bounty and joined in hunting him down was going to fucking die.
"Ao Wu..."
Su Fan threw his head back and roared again. The terrifying sound wave shook blood from everyone's ears, and suffocating pressure followed close behind, crushing the air from their lungs.
The cultivators who had luckily survived nearby once again fell into a dazed, vacant state.
With a thought from Su Fan, a massive black sword appeared in his palm.
"Whirlwind Slash..."
He gripped the hilt with both hands and suddenly swung the massive black sword in a full circle.
"Swish..."
Centered on him, a terrifying sword light swept outward, whipping up a violent hurricane.
The sword light crushed the surrounding layers of air, unleashing ear-piercing shrieks as though it would tear heaven and earth apart.
This terrifying sword light, infused with Great Dao Intent, unleashed a mighty force that shook heaven and earth. It was like a surging flood that would never cease; wherever it passed, all things collapsed and were utterly destroyed.
The cultivators floating in the air around him, still trapped in their dazed state, were swallowed by the sword light before they could even scream.
Some of their forms melted away, some turned to