More than a dozen sturdy horses stood quietly, as though frozen in place. Their riders all lay on the ground.
A bloody slit had opened between the brows of each Barbarian. There was no great spray of blood, yet the sight chilled everyone all the more.
With a single move, more than a dozen Barbarian warriors—the weakest of them in the Grandmaster Realm—had been killed without putting up any resistance.
Huang Yuyang, Mu Yan, Xuan Chenzi, and the others exchanged glances, feeling a chill rise through their hearts.
Everyone's gaze settled on Fang Mo's back, shock flickering in their eyes. His earlier battle with the mechs had been spectacular, but they had not felt its impact so directly. This time, he had faced living, breathing martial artists just like them.
Fang Mo had merely swept out a finger with effortless ease, using it as a blade. Without a single unnecessary move, he had wiped them all out.
In other words, if Fang Mo wanted to kill them, he would need only one move.
A wave of helplessness washed over them. The gulf between them and Fang Mo was growing wider and wider, like a heavenly chasm separating them. Even his back seemed somehow unreal as they watched him.
Luo Jiangyan was watching Fang Mo's back as well. She bit her lip tightly, her eyes dimming.
At that moment, she suddenly understood how Guan Lu had felt back then. So this was what that aching helplessness felt like. She had not understood it then, never expecting that she would one day experience it herself.
An urge to retreat rose in her heart, born of self-deprecation and helplessness.
But then a light rekindled in her eyes. *No, I will catch up to him. I believe that one day, I'll be able to