"Wasn't that a bit too much..."
Fang Yun stared ahead and murmured to himself.
Dense Void fragments, like scale-shaped black clouds drawn by an invisible force, revolved around the Chaotic Void and continually repaired it.
Beyond the outermost layer of Void fragments, ordinary space was also mending the shattered Void.
The Void fragments resembled black holes that devoured light, while the spatial fragments resembled bright mirrors reflecting everything, creating a dazzling and chaotic radiance.
At this moment, the battlefield that had caused the fall of two Saint Ancestors was unexpectedly stained with a faintly dreamlike color.
Outside, the fall of a Saint Ancestor would have been enough to create a heaven-shaking phenomenon. Yet after countless ages in the Kunlun Ancient Realm, apart from funeral bells tolling, only two enormous crimson rifts appeared high in the sky, stretching across the heavens in parallel without conflict. They were like giant Space Rend blades that had cut two neat wounds into the sky's body; within those wounds, crimson divinity seethed like boiling lava.
Outside Royal Clan Mountain stood not only Saint Ancestors, but dozens of Kunlun Clans.
Those Kunlun Clans, from Demon Commoners to Great Sages, could not withstand even the aftershock of the Void's explosion, let alone the Chaotic Void.
Every clan that had come to aid Luan Mang Sword Ancestor had perished without a single survivor!
Their clans had been exterminated!
Heaven and earth wailed in grief; gods and ghosts wept together.
Kunlun had never wept for Saint Ancestors, but it shed tears for its clans.
Fang Yun suddenly felt somewhat lost. The ancestral corpses of clans such as the Mountain Fish Race and Stone Race had already paid protection fees, yet now their clans had been wiped out by him.
"Forget it. I can't take all the blame for this.