As the final attack faded, the golden barrier surrounding them slowly crumbled into countless particles of light before disappearing entirely.
Fang Yuan exhaled quietly.
The defense of his technique was monstrous but the qi consumption was equally terrifying.
That single barrage alone had devoured nearly sixty percent of his qi reserves.
If this continued, he would eventually be worn down to death.
So instead of waiting, he decided to move first.
Boom!
His figure shot forward like a streak of lightning, sword flashing with blinding radiance as he appeared before one of the black-clad cultivators.
Without any sort of a warning, he instantly used, "Tyrant Light Sword: Divine Line."
A thin streak of light flashed across the sky.
The cultivator, before he could react, his body split cleanly into two perfect halves and blood scattered through the air.
Silence fell for a brief moment.
Even Fang Tian's expression changed slightly.
Was that… a fluke?
