A Scheme to Drive the Tiger to Devour the Wolf

The instant that enormous face appeared, the entire Martial World seemed to freeze.

The wind stopped, and the clouds stood still.

Fang Han noticed that the spectators around the arena showed no surprise at the eerie sight.

Their expressions simply grew vacant.

It was as though the face in the sky had robbed them of their minds.

And it was not just the spectators. Even the two grandmasters, Lu Feng and Luo You, sank into chaos.

Between Heaven and Earth, only Fang Han, towering over the ground as a giant, faced the enormous visage in the sky.

Was this the hidden hand using the grandmasters of the world as a breeding bed of flesh and blood?

And did it have countless ties to the will of the Heavenly Dao here?

Countless thoughts flashed through Fang Han's mind in an instant.

At the same time, he felt the pressure bearing down from the face above.

For a moment, he seemed to have traveled back to the ancient wilderness.

Countless savage beasts of every shape surrounded him and roared together, shaking the heavens.

"Die!"

Fang Han faintly heard the furious command issue from the giant face.

It was not the language of Great Qian, nor the common tongue of the Martial World.

Nor was it the language of the Witch Clan that Fang Han had learned earlier.

Though he did not know its origin, Fang Han understood the syllable's meaning the instant he heard it.

It was as though the word itself had become law.

As the word "die" thundered through the air, Fang Han's giant body seemed to fall under an inexplicable curse.

The boundless vitality surging through him faltered, its flow suddenly obstructed.

Then, at its peak, it began to wane.

Fang Han sensed the change in his body with