"What is this..." The smiles on the faces of the three Spirit Refining Stage Mid Stage powerhouses instantly froze.
Then they shouted in unison, "Retreat!" The three of them rapidly fell back, withdrawing several hundred meters in an instant. Their hearts were filled with horror. A mere Spirit Refining Stage Mid Stage youth had actually managed to silently leave behind an afterimage right before their eyes, while his true body vanished outright.
A sense of foreboding abruptly surged into the hearts of all three.
Over the sea, the cultivators aboard the two ships were also stunned. They did not even understand what was happening—why had the three Spirit Refining Stage Mid Stage powerhouses reacted so drastically, retreating hundreds of meters at once?
But everyone quickly understood. At this moment, only the three Ink Clan powerhouses remained in the skies, while Chen Fan had vanished completely.
"How is that possible?" A Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivator aboard the Ink Clan warship cried out in shock.
Suddenly, Chen Fan's true body appeared behind the scar-faced man. Wisps of Black-and-White Flames spilled from his sword as he simultaneously manifested a six-armed form, each hand forming the Divine Silkworm Seal. A vast, towering pressure came crashing down.
The scar-faced man was instantly scared senseless. It was as though he faced the attacks of three Chen Fans at once. Every avenue of retreat had been sealed—before him stood the sword, behind him a golden fist blocked his path. His only escape route was below.
"No need to clash head-on with him and end up with both sides wounded. Better to evade first!" The scar-faced man came to his senses. He lowered his head like a turtle pulling into its shell, while his body abruptly dropped downward, trying to evade Chen Fan's airtight barrage.
Yet his