We Have No Choice

[You have slain the head of the Wenren Family, Wenren Yiyuan.]

[You have slain a descendant of the Wenren Family, Wenren Zikun.]

[You have slain Wenren Jinghai, a Void Refinement realm cultivator of the Wenren Family...]

This was a massacre!

The hidden blessed grotto-heaven of the Wenren Family, buried beneath the dust, was being destroyed by the power of space. Everything collapsed, flowing backward into the spatial rifts that had long filled the sky, swallowed by endless darkness.

Cold flashes appeared one after another within the blessed grotto-heaven. By the time every cultivator had fled it in madness, the battlefield had moved into the clouds, streaks of light marking cultivators fleeing in disarray.

"Where is the Li Family Patriarch?!!"

"Quick, flee to the Heavenly Palace!"

"Help!"

These cultivators, gods among mortals, were fleeing madly. They exhausted every means merely to block that wisp of spear radiance, only to discover that beneath the powers of Taiji, time, and space, all their resistance was futile.

In the end, they all understood one truth. Their gazes fixed on the Heavenly Palace: only by abandoning all resistance and using their mana to flee was there any hope. They did not need to fly faster than everyone else—only faster than the person in front of them!

Fly, fly, fly!

At the instant the Wenren Clan's grotto-heaven shattered, that was the only word in everyone's mind—along with that figure wreathed in roiling black mist, those eyes devoid of even a trace of mercy or hesitation, and that deadly spear!

Fear was descending.

"Run, quickly!" Wei Gang shouted.

In truth, he had long prepared means to deal with the Li Family Patriarch: barriers to imprison others, formations to trap the power of space, spells to affect the soul... Yet only when the Li Family Patriarch thrust out