Two divine beams tore through the sky, one as black as the abyss, the other brilliant as a sea of stars.
They ripped open the firmament, vaporizing everything in their path. Carrying the boundless fury of two Fourth Grade commanders, they vowed to erase the solitary figure below from existence.
Yet faced with this killing blow—enough to scatter the soul of any Fifth Grade powerhouse—Shen Fan didn't even raise his head.
His gaze remained fixed on the trembling "prey."
Boom—!
The terrifying torrent of energy finally descended.
The black Demonic Light and brilliant starlight collided above Shen Fan, unleashing destructive force powerful enough to annihilate an entire True Realm.
The light swallowed everything.
That space instantly dissolved into chaotic nothingness, and almost all signs of life vanished.
"Is he dead?"
In the distance, the star-robed Saint Ancestor commander, Dark Soul Sacred Ancestor, furrowed his brow.
He couldn't shake the feeling that things weren't that simple.
Given the methods Shen Fan had shown earlier, there was no way he could have been blasted into oblivion just like that!
"Could that brat's methods have a major limitation, making him unable to use them a second time in such a short span?"
"If so, then we'll have to revise our earlier judgment!"
On the other side, cruel delight filled the enormous tiger head of Tiger Mo Great Demonic God.
He wasn't as calculating as Dark Soul Sacred Ancestor. Earlier, he'd wanted Shen Fan all to himself simply because he suspected Shen Fan possessed an unusual physical talent. He'd wanted to study him closely, hoping to make a substantial discovery.
But now he hadn't gotten his hands on Shen Fan, and instead had lost half his elite subordinates. He could hardly bear the thought.
Unless he killed Shen Fan, he wouldn't be able to