Unlike Fu Nianzhou, who had desperately wanted to fight to the death but, at the final moment, had his destiny's throat forcibly seized by Ling Wuyuan in advance—unable from beginning to end to splash up even the slightest extra ripple, despite being extremely, extremely strong, yet dying in the most stifled fashion, with even the onlookers never figuring out what exactly he had come for, like a stray dog by the roadside.
Now.
Thanks to Ling Wuyuan's mercy—or perhaps his perverse amusement.
As Zheng Fanyi calmly sacrificed everything he had.
The many spectators once more truly experienced what strength meant.
As they looked at the vortex rapidly swallowing everything around it, forcefully grinding even space-time itself into nourishment, and at the [arrow] located at the vortex's center, they felt an indescribable stabbing pain involuntarily arise in both their eyes and the depths of their souls, as though hundreds of millions of steel needles were piercing them all at once.
At the same time.
An utterly obvious sense of mortal danger automatically flooded their hearts the instant they looked at it!!
Their instincts unconsciously urged them to flee this incomparably dangerous region.
It also allowed them to fully understand just how powerful and dangerous that [arrow] had become after Zheng Fanyi sacrificed everything. It was like an ordinary person facing a nuclear warhead about to detonate...
At this moment.
It was not merely the surrounding area.
In terms of its actual range of influence, the vortex created by the surging currents of space-time had, in a short span of time, already blanketed the skies over nearly half of the Lingbo Martial Domain.
Gales powerful enough to effortlessly blow entire mountain ranges away appeared at random within the area affected by the space-time currents, like some kind of natural disaster.
Countless towering