Role Reversal

Just as Jiang Yan chose to keep his distance from the Baiyang Academy while carrying two people, many others there made the same choice. Each used their own methods to save whoever they thought worth saving, then slipped away as discreetly as they could.

In an instant, the Baiyang Academy, which had been noisier than ever, fell silent.

Crack, crack, crack!

Suddenly, a continuous series of cracks rang out. A pair of huge hands tore through the flames filling the sky, crushed layer after layer of earth, and reached the outside world.

Boom!

The various attacks that had trapped and sealed Fulong burst like fireworks, scattering into countless fragments before reverting to the most basic essence of heaven and earth.

Tap, tap!

Tap, tap!

Fulong strode across the bluestone ground and looked around. The Talisman Realm warriors present, along with several people he vaguely remembered, had all disappeared.

"As expected, everyone has a trick or two."

He showed no disappointment. Instead, he took a ring of deep green from his pocket, its aura cold and sinister, and gently rubbed it.

Then the green ring blazed with light, radiating a verdant glow like a strange sun.

The phenomenon lasted ten breaths before gradually fading. The ring returned to its ordinary appearance.

Fulong took it off and slipped it back into his pocket. The corner of his mouth lifted almost imperceptibly.

"But I have other preparations too.

"None of you are getting away. Take your time savoring the pain before death."

When he had finished, he made a gathering motion with his hand, drawing in the gray tide that had spread around them.

Fulong's expression turned stern. He called out loudly:

"Someone!"

Soon, a dozen figures drifted over from nearby.

Fulong closed his eyes briefly and issued an order:

"Spread the word.