"All have been killed..."
The last old cultivator was smashed to pieces by Fang Xing, his True Spirit obliterated. Fang Xing paused, taking a few breaths, and glanced around. It was a vast sea, and within the void, there were a few people observing from afar. As his gaze swept over them, they hurriedly flew away in fear. The piercing sunlight over the sea filled Fang Xing with a sense of solitude. While slaying these hidden old cultivators, his heart was full of hatred, yet after slaughtering them all, he felt a sudden wave of emptiness and an indescribable oppressive feeling!
