"What's with that miserable look on your face?"
Looking at Daoist Si Shui in his hand, pale as paper and consumed by endless collapse and terror, Fang Mo simply let go. "Remember to have fun with Nyarlathotep..."
Si Shui only had time to let out a crazed scream.
Then he fell into the rift, his entire body instantly vanishing into the rolling mist-like shadows.
After Daoist Si Shui disappeared, Fang Mo slowly turned around and fixed his gaze once more on the remaining people present.
"..."
With just that one look from him, the souls of the remaining few nearly fled their bodies, cold sweat instantly soaking their backs.
The battle just now had seemed long, but in truth, everything had happened in the blink of an eye.
He had slapped Wu De Sheng Seng to death, crushed Zhiyuan the Witch into a singularity, pulled out Dragon Seeker Venerable's spine, blasted a hole straight through Bai Zhi, planted Twilight Thorn inside Rebirth Daoist, and given Daoist Si Shui to Nameless Fog Nyarlathotep...
Though according to Fang Mo himself,
these righteous sect leaders and demonic sect masters had not truly died, and still retained their consciousness.
But as long as the others extended even a trace of Divine Sense, they could hear the nearly inhuman wails. It was hard to imagine how agonizing it was to be reduced to pulp without dying, forced to experience that sensation every moment.
The only people still standing on the field
were Daoist Xianyu, master of the Southern Saint Sect; Hundred Nights Demon Venerable of the Northern Demon Sect; and Huan Xue, Na Jie, and Yan Yin.
Truthfully, they were all panicking. The power Fang Mo had displayed was far beyond anything reasonable. Cultivation systems were already considered T0 in strength among all power systems,