A wave of instinctive fear rippled through their ranks. The aura radiating from the image wasn't something a Dao Seeking cultivator should be capable of summoning; it was too vivid.
Before anyone could process the terrifying sight, Feng Fan's eyes shot open, gleaming with boundless power. In an instant, the battlefield behind him dissolved into light and was absorbed—not into Feng Fan himself, but into the arrays that shimmered faintly around his body.
And then he moved.
For the first time since the battle began, Feng Fan soared closer to his enemies, crossing the perimeter of his rebound array. He flew like a bullet, a spear of death cutting through the air.
A Transcending Tribulation expert from Green Mountain saw Feng Fan speeding toward them and sneered, anger bubbling in his chest. He was furious—at Feng Fan's arrogance, and at himself for showing fear toward a mere Dao Seeking cultivator.
"Fool! You dare leave your array? Die!" he roared.
