Within the Mu Clan's stronghold, the joy of surviving the calamity turned into a roaring clamor of voices.
Duan Tianhe felt as though he had been drowned beneath an endless tide of sound. To his surprise, he felt fear.
Fear of death!
The moment fear arose, the urge to retreat followed at once!
Having witnessed the instant destruction of more than a hundred True God Realm experts, he no longer cared whether he had fulfilled the imperial clan's orders.
The instant the thought of retreat arose, he prepared to withdraw.
Jiang Feng's lips curled upward, a sinister smile spreading across his face:
"Leaving only now—don't you think it's a little too late?"
In that instant, Duan Tianhe was already several hundred zhang away.
His peak sixth-level True God Realm cultivation, coupled with his Marrow Transformation Realm application of divine power, made his speed extraordinary.
In his view, even if he could not stand against Jiang Feng, he was certainly capable of escaping from his grasp.
But he had still underestimated Jiang Feng's strength.
Just as Duan Tianhe's figure shot out a hundred zhang, Jiang Feng lightly raised his right hand. A wisp of starlight swirled around his fingertips.
The next moment, the starlight shot forth, crossing a hundred zhang of sky at a speed too fast for the naked eye to perceive.
Duan Tianhe sensed a sharp ripple coming from behind him. Thinking it must be one of Jiang Feng's techniques pursuing him, he was about to deploy a defensive measure when pain suddenly pierced his chest.
Looking down, he saw that a horrifying hole had already been torn through his chest.
The edges of the wound looked as if they had been scorched by flames. No blood spilled out, yet it also prevented his divine power from repairing the