That scene just now, everyone witnessed with their own eyes.
Yang Fan annihilated that insufferable demon, vanishing Tan Hai into ashes in just one second.
It left the remaining survivors astonished, sighing in amazement, a miracle really occurred.
At that moment, Yang Fan was a hero, an angel, a supreme and grand monarch, disdainfully overlooking the world as if a divine demonic power had descended from the heavens, immortalizing the most perfect and spine-chilling scene in the hearts of those people, when Yang Fan fell.
Lu Shaowen watched Yang Fan lying on the ground in a daze, having lived a life of tumultuous waves and matters of life and death, yet nothing till today had shocked him more.
A genius is indeed a genius, always reversing the situation against all odds and achieving victory.
Yang Fan, still Yang Fan, the same proud and unyielding Yang Fan.
If in this life, he were to admire someone the most, if Yang Fan were to rank second, no one could claim the first.
