"Wei Fan..."
The young Martial King of Zilan Sect's expression changed drastically, not because a madman suddenly attacked them without any reason, but because they encountered Wei Fan.
Compared to when he needed the Profound Yellow Tripod to suppress Fang Nanfei and others, Wei Fan had become more terrifying; just a wave could injure a Peak Martial King like him.
"Knowing is enough for you to die!"
Wei Fan's hands moved swiftly, tracing profound trajectories. At the same time, within his Sea of Consciousness, his Primordial Spirit opened its eyes, mimicking the movements of his physical body.
In the next moment, a surge of majestic aura burst from Wei Fan's body, and a phantom of mountains and rivers emerged, with peaks rising and large rivers roaring.
Though illusory, a dreadful pressure descended, as if a real landscape fell from the sky, causing the ground beneath them to shatter and crumble.
"What kind of Martial Technique is this that it can transform into a landscape!"
