At that moment, before the towering Starry Sky Gate in Xuan Guang Heaven, countless Integration Stage cultivators had gathered as one, their eyes burning as they stared at the light screen, quietly awaiting Su Fan and the others' return.
A moment ago, through the transparent light screen, they had witnessed with their own eyes Su Fan's heroic bearing as he swept unhindered through the Mo Race Plane alone, wantonly slaughtering the Devil Race.
That terrifying might, which swept through armies and could not be stopped by anyone, was branded deep into every person's heart.
Only now did these old fellows, who had lived for over ten thousand years, suddenly come to their senses.
So Xuan Guang Heaven's utterly satisfying, crushing victory this time had all been propped up by Su Fan alone.
Though their hearts were full of unwillingness and disbelief, they still had to admit that in this great battle, aside from playing a small role in pinning the enemy down outside the Devil Race Defense Line, they had done almost nothing of substance.
By the time they broke through the Devil Race Defense Line, all they had done was kill a few scattered fish that had slipped through the net and fled.
The rest of the Devil Race's main force had all been slaughtered to the last by Su Fan alone.
At that moment, everyone present was filled with remorse, their hearts berating themselves again and again.
Why had they not mustered the courage back then to follow that kid and charge into the Mo Race Plane together?
At first, they had all thought that those Sword Maniacs who followed Su Fan into the Mo Race Plane were sure to go and never return, certain to die, and they had secretly rejoiced that they had not acted on