Upon seeing the streak of blood, the remaining four Ancestors Mo breathed a sigh of relief. To them, this was a complete victory. They could only feel at ease once Ye Fan's head was severed. This was the first time they had faced such a formidable enemy since the Mo Sect's inception; the pressure of fighting him was immense.
"No!"
As they looked toward Ye Fan, something seemed amiss. It turned out the decapitated one wasn't Ye Fan, but the corpse of the Ancestor Mo who had died earlier. Ye Fan had used him as a human shield! Looking again, they discovered that Ye Fan had already risen from where he lay.
The group instantly sucked in a breath of cold air. Was this a counterattack from a desperate situation? Why has Ye Fan, who was on his last breath, suddenly become so strong? Their bodies trembled. They had never faced such a terrifying enemy—one who grew stronger the closer he was to annihilation. What they didn't know was that Ye Fan's eyes had turned red.
