By then, the Saints no longer had the attention to spare for watching how Fang Yun would strike back at the Saint Ancestor's avatar.
Nearly half of them had been engulfed by the enormous sphere of lightning.
Although most of the lightning sphere's power poured along the spatial fissures toward the Gray Venom Ancestor's avatar, even its residual power was beyond what an ordinary Great Sage could withstand.
Let alone a Half-Sage.
Every Half-Sage within a hundred thousand li, regardless of clan, whether an outsider or a member of a Kunlun Royal Clan, instantly turned to ash. Only a very few with powerful life-saving abilities escaped the calamity, losing only their saint bodies.
Some Great Sages frantically employed every power at their disposal to protect themselves, ultimately preserving their lives at the cost of grievous injuries.
Before long, the lightning dispersed.
The earth had become a pitch-black crater, faint heat drifting upward from it. The ground around the crater was cracked, devastation stretching as far as the eye could see.
Fang Yun stood in the air above the crater.
The distant Saints watched Fang Yun, their hearts filled with shock. They vaguely guessed that it was not that Fang Yun had no fear of Saint Ancestors-he was establishing his might.
He was using the Spirit Race and the Gray Venom Ancestor to establish the Human Race's might!
From this day forward, excluding Saint Ancestors, the Human Race had entered the ranks of the mightiest.
But using two Kunlun Royal Clans and a Saint Ancestor's avatar to establish his might came at a price!
The Saints began retreating faster. Everyone realized that this place would become a true battlefield.
A battlefield between clans.
"You wounded my avatar!"
A furious voice resounded through heaven and earth, forming streaks of gray lightning that