The Integration Stage bigwigs of the three demonic sects in the distance had long since become locked in a bitter struggle, their fierce battle raging at full force.
Pitch-black demonic arts as deep as an abyss and Daoist techniques shimmering with eerie spiritual light collided thunderously high above the firmament.
All sorts of magic treasures rose into the air, some transforming into devouring demonic shadows, some condensing into sharp blade-light, and some blooming with demonic, eerie radiance. Interweaving together, they erupted with world-destroying might.
Peal after peal of deafening thunder resounded through heaven and earth. The clouds were torn to shreds, Gang Wind swept across all four directions, and even the void trembled violently, as though it might shatter in the next instant.
Su Fan hovered in midair, gazing at the chaotic slaughter churning across the distant sky. There was not the slightest intention of getting involved in his eyes, and his expression was as detached as though he were an outsider.
His fingertip moved slightly, and his Spiritual Sense instantly spread out like an invisible net. It swept across the chaotic battlefield and locked onto Song Yuanze and the others in moments.
They had been entangled by cultivators from several unfamiliar forces. Spiritual light and Demonic Flames intertwined as they fought just as fiercely, but the auras around them remained fairly steady. Clearly, their lives were not in danger for the time being.
Seeing this, Su Fan curled his lips in a cold sneer.
Fight... fight... Fight until your brains are beaten out.
As long as none of you are blind enough to provoke me, I don't care if you fight until heaven and earth grow dim.
He hovered quietly beside the flying boat he had taken, his gaze fixed on it from start to finish, with a trace