As the three thousand Half-Sages fell, the three thousand Fang Yuns all vanished as well.
Time seemed to freeze.
The fleeing Sages stopped running, staring blankly at the now-unfamiliar Royal Clan Mountain.
Fang Yun's single sword strike seemed to have created a new world.
In the history of the Myriad Worlds, no one-not even a Saint Ancestor-had ever simultaneously mastered the two terrifying Saint Ancestor Powers, The Myriad Worlds Bear Witness and Self-Created World.
One step to slay one Sage, ten thousand miles without a trace.
Fang Yun slaughtered the Sages, yet not one could hold him there.
"Not bad..."
With that, Fang Yun vanished again.
The twenty-six Great Sages scattered wildly, like a flock of chickens with their feathers standing on end.
Their eyes brimmed with despair.
Some Great Sages even blasted wildly in every direction as they fled, heedless of injuring themselves.
Great Sage Hu Lun exhausted every means at his disposal, broke through the void, and finally escaped ten thousand miles away. Relief washed over him, and he sped farther into the distance, turning his head to look behind him.
He saw the Great Sages still fleeing, but there was still no sign of Fang Yun.
"Where are you looking?"
Fang Yun's gentle voice rang out.
At that moment, Hu Lun remembered a nightmare he had suffered back when he was still a Demon Marshal, after a battle in which he had hovered between life and death. He had dreamed of being sliced apart by a thousand blades, of his comrades and loved ones dying, even of the Demon Realm falling, and of his skin peeling away from his body inch by inch.
At that moment, the nightmare descended once more.
"You..."
From the corner of his eye, Hu Lun caught a flash of cold light. Then