Seeing how formidable Su Fan's strength was, the same thought sprang into everyone's minds.
When did Zhengyuan Heaven produce such a ruthless figure?
Wave after wave of utterly horrified thoughts surged madly through the minds of these Integration Stage Old Monsters.
The way they looked at Su Fan had already changed from its initial coldness into utmost fear and awe.
It was submission before absolute power, an instinctive dread of death.
After witnessing that heart-stopping scene, the dozen or so Integration Stage Old Monsters who had originally lunged at Su Fan from other directions all abruptly halted.
Their steps faltered, as though they had been struck by a body-locking spell. Not one of them dared take another step forward.
The group stared fixedly at the unremarkable figure in the distance, his robes fluttering in the wind, not a trace of aura escaping from his body, as though they had seen a ghost.
Their bodies trembled faintly, their backs already drenched in cold sweat. Even their breathing had become cautious.
The Old Monsters secretly counted themselves lucky, a lingering fear after surviving calamity rising in their hearts.
Fortunately, they had charged slowly just now and had not fought to be the first to attack.
If they had been at the very front, the one devoured by the Yin flames and reduced to nothingness would have been them.
They had all begun to retreat.
Escape...
They had to flee this place immediately.
The thought spread through every heart in an instant. All they wanted now was to turn and run, to flee as far as possible, never again to have anything to do with this devil.
Yet they also knew very well that before an existence like Su Fan, they might not even have the right to flee.
Su Fan seemed to