The demon cultivators on Mount Fuji saw Wang Yan about to be swallowed by An Beisan's terrifying mouth, and they couldn't help but gasp.
If Wang Yan were defeated, it would mean their lives would be in peril too.
At this moment, they had already found the hub of the grand array and were attacking with all their might, aiming to break it.
However, now, the actions in everyone's hands came to a halt, as they all focused their attention on Wang Yan.
Just then, they saw Wang Yan's feet land on the ground, standing firmly as he coldly looked at An Beisan.
Although Wang Yan's face was extremely pale from spitting blood, there wasn't a trace of panic on his face. Instead, facing An Beisan's increasingly close mouth, his expression was cold.
An Beisan's huge mouth lunged in front of Wang Yan, opened wide, and attempted to bite down on him.
The second hall master and other demon cultivators didn't dare to watch, closing their eyes in fear.
