Seeing that An Beisan's head still existed, everyone on the giant carpet was shocked.
At this moment, they tried to struggle to stand, but they were completely drained of strength and couldn't get up.
Beiming Heng wanted to fly the giant carpet away, but the power of Demon Patterns within him was exhausted, and despite his best efforts, the giant carpet barely moved like a crawling turtle.
Only Wang Yan gritted his teeth, stood up from the giant carpet, and looking at An Beisan's head in the distance, Wang Yan said, "An Beisan, I know you're not dead, so I lured you out. You finally fell for it."
But An Beisan laughed madly again, "Hahaha, Wang Yan, did you think I would be afraid again? If you could still attack, why did you secretly escape earlier? Where did the black clouds in the sky go if you could attack?"
Upon hearing An Beisan's words, everyone looked up to the sky.
Indeed, the black clouds had turned into wisps and dissipated in the sky.
