Su Fan's voice was not loud, yet it rang clearly throughout the entire world. Each word fell like an ice bead, carrying an unquestionable pressure.
Hearing those words, the late-Integration-Stage Great Cultivator leading the Secret Demonic Sect's group instantly turned as pale as paper.
His originally ruddy complexion lost all color in an instant, even his lips taking on a bluish-purple hue.
His body jolted violently, and he stumbled beneath his feet, nearly plunging from the sky.
The Spiritual power throughout his body instantly fell into chaos. The fear buried deep in his soul was amplified to its utmost limits, while cold sweat rolled down his forehead like beads from a broken string, soaking his clothes.
He knew better than anyone that since Su Fan dared to say those words, he would never let him off.
There was no room left to turn back from what had happened today. Rather than sit and wait for death, he might as well take a gamble. Perhaps there would still be a sliver of hope.
Thinking this, he suddenly clenched his teeth, and a trace of resolve flashed through his eyes.
His gaze sharpened abruptly. The Spiritual power within him surged wildly, and his body instantly transformed into an afterimage before vanishing from where he stood.
He had used his strongest escape technique, doing everything he could to flee this place of trouble and escape Su Fan's control.
Seeing that this fellow actually dared to turn and flee, a faint trace of mockery flashed through Su Fan's eyes.
The smile at the corner of his lips deepened, and another soft chuckle rang out.
That laughter was filled with disdain, as though mocking the other party's overestimation of himself.
"Snap..."
Su Fan raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The crisp sound was not