He spoke again, still using those few words that contained the power of ancient Rules: "Attack, disperse."
The moment his words fell, the hundreds of terrifying attacks hurtling toward him suddenly began to tremble violently in midair.
Then, as if an invisible hand had erased them directly at the level of Rules, they exploded and shattered, turning into fragments of energy that drifted through the air like a shower of multicolored light.
Qin Yan stood with his hands behind his back amid that multicolored rain of energy fragments, his expression as calm and composed as ever.
Yet inwardly, he marveled, What terrifying consumption.
Forcibly dispersing over a hundred Grandmaster-level attacks in one go had consumed nearly a tenth of his Blood Qi.
This showed just how terrifying the power of that concentrated barrage had been.
The more than one hundred local powerhouses opposite him were utterly stunned by the sight.
Their strongest joint attack, unleashed with the full strength of a hundred people, had been casually erased by a single sentence from him.
The shock was a hundred times greater than when he had instantly killed a peak Grandmaster earlier.
"Don't panic. That move must have consumed a great deal of his strength. I can sense that his aura has weakened somewhat. Keep attacking. We can wear him to death."
Bai Jingyuan forcefully suppressed his shock and shouted sharply.
He had keenly noticed that after Qin Yan dispersed that wave of attacks, the aura around him had indeed weakened somewhat.
This meant that the other party's bizarre divine ability could not be used without limit; it required a price as well.
His judgment was accurate and convincing.
Upon hearing this, the surrounding powerhouses rekindled their fighting spirit and prepared to launch a second fierce assault on Qin Yan.
However, before