As Fang Xing leisurely chanted, a killing aura as if tangible appeared out of thin air, instantly filling the space within a hundred feet!
At that moment, the divine light and Magical Treasure attacking Fang Xing from all directions suddenly seemed influenced by some force, pausing for a brief moment in the air. Simultaneously, an extremely unsettling feeling surged in the hearts of the Demon Clan, a sense of danger akin to what they felt before embarking on the path of cultivation when facing natural enemies...
"Thanks to you serving as whetstones, I finally comprehended... that damned... Technique of Slaughter!"
Fang Xing's voice echoed from below, carrying a hint of fatigue and more of a secret joy.
Beneath all these layers of attack power as if they were curtains, one could vaguely see Fang Xing already sitting cross-legged in the void.
