Under General Cang Ya's "watch," Shen Fan left the camp.
Then they fled together for hundreds of thousands of miles, arriving at the front line of the battlefield.
Just a little farther, and they would enter the territory controlled by the Abyss Demon God.
But once they reached this point, Sacred Ancestor Cang Ya raised a hand, bringing their advance to a halt.
He didn't turn around. He merely angled his face slightly and glanced at Shen Fan behind him from the corner of his eye.
A silent gesture.
The dozen or so personal guards who had followed him instantly fanned out.
Their movements were perfectly synchronized, not making the slightest unnecessary sound. They swiftly took up positions at several key points around them, then drew out some unknown array flags and drove them into the ground. A formation lit up, sealing off the entire area!
A cold killing intent spread like a web, enveloping Shen Fan.
This place had become the perfect execution ground.
And Shen Fan was the lamb led to the block, waiting to be slaughtered!
Only after all this was done did Cang Ya slowly turn around and face Shen Fan.
The last trace of pretense on his face was finally torn away.
In its place was a lofty judgment and undisguised killing intent.
"Shen Fan, I gave you a chance."
His voice no longer concealed any emotion. It was cold enough to freeze.
The next instant, an overwhelmingly terrifying aura erupted from Cang Ya.
The pressure of a Sixth Grade Sacred Ancestor at the early stage burst forth without restraint.
Space let out a muffled groan, as if clutched in the grip of an invisible hand.
Thin Space Rifts spread like a spiderweb.
The scattered rocks around them began to shudder violently, fine cracks racing