Prince Shen Yi didn't even see Feng Fan as a human; he was nothing more than a stepping stone on his path to dominating the Immortal Realm. As long as he completed the system's mission, the rewards would be immense, paving the way for his ascension.
A spear materialized in Shen Yi's grasp, its tip pulsating with an overwhelming concentration of spiritual qi—so dense it warped the surrounding space. Behind him, the colossal image of a muscular warrior mounted on a horse emerged, radiating an ancient, oppressive aura.
With the slightest movement of his spear, Shen Yi commanded the spectral figure to hurl its own. The very air trembled as space distorted under the force of the attack.
Feng Fan's expression darkened, yet he showed no fear. His hands moved in a blur, forming seals as the tier 8 array before him flared to life.
