"Bang, bang, bang..."
"No, I don't want to die!"
"Void God Mochou, save us!"
At this moment, on Xiefeng Mountain.
Starting with those relatively weaker wind-spirit cultivators of the Eastern Evil Civilization, because they had been bound to Void God Mochou's defensive chariot.
When Ye Fan unleashed a strike using thirty percent of his strength.
And it transformed into countless weapons of slaughter descending from the heavens.
They were caught in the crossfire and became the first to suffer the backlash!
At this moment.
It was already impossible for them to escape.
They could feel it.
That terrifying power of slaughter was continuously entering their bodies from Xiefeng Mountain.
Thus.
Upon Xiefeng Mountain.
Scenes unfolded like bloody, bewitching flowers of crimson mandrake blooming.
Bursting forth and flourishing in furious splendor!
At the same time.
Boulders rolled down Xiefeng Mountain.
The earth shook and the mountains trembled, as though Xiefeng Mountain itself—a wicked sword thrust into the entrance of the Extreme Emperor Interface—
Was on the verge of collapsing and disintegrating.
Countless wails, screams, curses, and pleas for mercy rang out without end!
Those Eastern Evil Civilization martial artists who had previously declared that they would kill Ye Fan and leave him here.
At this moment.
Their eyes became incomparably clear.
The savagery, wickedness, and killing intent had vanished.
Replaced by fear, despair, and intense regret!
"No, that's absolutely impossible.
He's only a twenty-five-year-old young martial artist. How could he possibly be this strong?
And what kind of secret art was that?
It turned Spear Light into a torrent of weapons in an instant?!"
Void God Mochou's body trembled violently, blood continuously spilling from her mouth.
Her face was filled with disbelief.
She had never imagined.
That Ye Fan's single spear strike would be so overwhelmingly powerful.
The True Divine Artifact