Destroying the Gate

"No!"

The moment Zhan Jianming saw Chen Fan appear out of nowhere, his heart lurched, and he immediately spat out a bloody arrow.

At the same time, the light atop the silver sphere in his hand flared brilliantly. A thick silver streak shot out, blasting several arm demons blocking its path into fragments as it charged straight at Chen Fan.

Yet before that silver streak could arrive, the branch in Chen Fan's hand had already come crashing down.

Multicolored fluorescent light struck the "Demon Prison Gate" in an instant.

Boom!

Violent power exploded outward in a single moment.

A terrifying shockwave rippled in every direction.

Crack, crack, crack.

The Demon Prison Gate collapsed with a thunderous crash.

The silver streak Zhan Jianming had unleashed was one step too late.

A difference of a hair could lead to an error of a thousand miles.

Feeling the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, Chen Fan's face turned cold. The Void-Escaping Wings had already activated, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared on the other side of the Demon Prison Gate...

The silver streak struck nothing and shot into the distance, vanishing without a trace in moments.

At the same time the Demon Prison Gate was destroyed—

The dense blood-red mist shrouding the entire Jialan Kingdom, as well as the tightly packed tide of demons surging in from the outskirts, completely vanished at that moment!

In the blink of an eye, apart from a few arm demons, there were no other enemies left nearby.

The pressure on Chen Qingru and Rong Ziqi eased. They exchanged glances, then looked toward Chen Fan in the distance, their expressions both excited and strange.

"You bastard!" Zhan Jianming roared furiously. He looked coldly at Chen Fan in the distance and raised