As the Divine Envoy died and the altar shattered, the purple mist in the entire valley disappeared completely.
The strange presence that had once been ubiquitous in the nose and mouth vanished.
The oppression in the heart also completely dissipated.
The Iron Clan people should have felt an inexplicable relief at this moment, but the image of the Divine Envoy being brutally killed replayed in their minds like a deep engraving.
Every action in that scene was clearly imprinted in the depths of their memory.
Every movement made their souls tremble in fear.
Their faith was destroyed by violence, leaving behind a stronger silhouette.
These beliefs, which once swayed violently like the Iron Clan people in the sea, now left only submission.
The law of the jungle, universally applicable!
Mu Fan's cold gaze swept over, without the slightest ripple from this scene.
The face armor retracted to the sides, revealing Mu Fan's mature and indifferent face under his white hair.
