Hearing Venerable Wen Yao's anxious shout, Su Fan abruptly stopped in his tracks.
He did not turn around. His back remained straight as a pine, and he merely raised his right arm, spread his five fingers slightly, and waved casually, as if dispersing a wisp of insignificant smoke.
The next second, dazzling lightning suddenly burst from his body. Crackling arcs of lightning coiled around him like living creatures, and then his figure transformed into a pale violet bolt of lightning.
With a sharp whoosh, he vanished into thin air, leaving behind only a wisp of lightning patterns that had yet to disperse, trembling faintly in the air.
"Senior Brother! This madman has completely lost his mind! Let's withdraw quickly. If we wait any longer, it'll be too late..."
The junior brother beside Venerable Wen Yao spoke with a trembling voice. Even the hand gripping his magical artifact was shaking, and his eyes were filled with fear.
"That's right, Senior Brother... The inner-city defense line can't hold out. The mutated beasts are about to break in. We can't stay here and die with him..."
Another man stamped his foot anxiously, his gaze repeatedly darting toward the battlefield in the distance, where thunderous explosions continued to ring out.
"This person is absolutely insane! If he wants to die, he shouldn't drag us down with him. Let's leave quickly..."
The third man's voice was choked with sobs, and he had long since lost the composure of a cultivator.
Listening to his fellow disciples urging him again and again, Venerable Wen Yao knitted his brows tightly. Nevertheless, he raised his hand and waved, his voice carrying a trace of imperceptible determination.
"Wait a little longer... Just a little longer. Perhaps... there will be a turn of events..."
At that moment, Su Fan had already