Fang Yun had been too close to the center of the explosion. He and his Realm of Family, State, and World were blasted away by the immense force, and fine cracks appeared across its surface.
Although Fang Yun was within the Realm of Family, State, and World, he still suffered the impact. This time, he spat out a mouthful of real blood.
Then, he was fine.
Having consumed vast quantities of divine medicine from Burial Saint Valley, Fang Yun's physical strength had already surpassed that of Great Demon Kings of the same realm.
The mushroom cloud rose high into the sky and slowly dispersed.
Other than Fang Yun, no one else could remain in the air.
A colossal crater more than ten miles across had appeared in the ground. The soil around its edge had been scorched into broad stretches of glass, with black smoke rising everywhere.
Several miles beyond the crater, the ground was blanketed in steaming earth, all of it sand and soil hurled up by the explosion.
At the bottom of the crater lay six Fifth Realm Great Demon Kings, barely clinging to life.
All the other Great Demon Kings had died, their corpses vaporized.
Fang Yun looked into the distance but did not see a single scholar. His heart sank, and he hurried over the crater, flying toward where the Human Race might have landed.
A few breaths later, Fang Yun sensed the aura of the Human Race beneath a patch of soil. He immediately stretched out a hand, gathered the ambient energy of heaven and earth, and swept the earth aside.
Then he saw Human Race members lying unconscious in the dirt, scattered in every direction.
Fang Yun continued clearing away the soil and finally rescued everyone.
The Great Scholars were in better shape, their