No mark had been left on the armor over Gu Xu's chest.
But after more than a hundred billion people had sought revenge, subtle changes appeared in Gu Xu's resolve.
Why are they all smiling?
What does it have to do with me that so many people have died?
Why can't I see their hatred?
Why do I feel somewhat panicked inside?
What is going on?
How could I be affected by such weak ants?
What kind of power is this?
Fang Yun would never shoot an arrow without a target. What is the power of this attack, and what is its target?
What kind of power is this? Why can it so easily pierce the protection of the Ancestral Treasure Embryo?
Why... are they all smiling?
The Ancestral Treasure Embryo still hung high above Gu Xu's head. The Heaven-Reliant Sword and Demon-Slaying Sword continued their unceasing assault, but they could only make the Ancestral Treasure Embryo tremble; they could not truly shake it.
Gu Xu's eyes were no longer clear, and his Sacred Sense had become chaotic as well.
Faced with the onslaught of trillions, Gu Xu, who lacked Literary Guts, no longer knew how to confront them.
The smiling attackers in the darkness came without end, and Gu Xu's thoughts grew increasingly disordered.
Suddenly, the Ancestral Treasure Embryo jolted violently. Gu Xu was greatly alarmed and hurriedly released his Sacred Sense with all his strength, bracing the Ancestral Treasure Embryo.
"Something's wrong... This is an illusion attack..."
Gu Xu immediately realized that Fang Yun had used the power of Literary Guts.
Gu Xu looked around and reexamined everything. He found himself in a world of absolute darkness, yet no matter how he moved, someone would always suddenly appear behind him, tap his chest, and then retreat into the