The terrifying spear radiance swept past like the Grim Reaper himself. No one in its path could escape Shen Fan's judgment.
In just a few exchanges, Shen Fan had slaughtered nearly all the dozens of main-line overseers accompanying Xuan Bing True Ancestor.
But a few were only gravely wounded. They lay on the ground pretending to be dead, and Shen Fan didn't finish them off.
There was no other reason: he still needed a few mouths to report what had just happened. Otherwise, the Tian He Lineage might still be implicated because of him.
At the final step, Shen Fan glanced at his "masterpiece" and nodded with satisfaction. He then looked toward the distant army of mutated Demonic Beasts, frowned, and only then drifted away.
Only after Shen Fan's back had disappeared from view did the survivors finally let out a long breath.
Then they stood there, stunned.
The True Ancestor overseeing them and the elite main-line cultivators who had accompanied him had all... fallen.
Was there any point in fighting the mutated Demonic Beasts in front of them now?
If they didn't run, what were they waiting for?!
With that thought, the surviving cultivators of the Tian He Lineage immediately stirred into action. After looking around, they exchanged glances in perfect unison, then all turned and fled.
The few main-line overseers who had miraculously survived and were lying on the ground pretending to be dead wisely chose to turn a blind eye.
Only after nearly all the Tian He Lineage cultivators had fled the battlefield did they crawl out from the pile of corpses and stare blankly at the sky.
"Old Ancestor..."
The main-line cultivators murmured in disbelief, their eyes filled with fear.
But reason soon overcame that fear. A few main-line overseers came to their senses and immediately