The fall of a Great Saint Powerhouse, the sight of Dao Collapse was terrifying beyond belief, affecting the world for thousands of miles around.
And the higher one's cultivation, the stronger the impact; even the Primordial Spirit felt like it was about to shatter, while ordinary people didn't sense much, maybe just a sudden wild wind sweeping through heaven and earth.
Martial Artists of Shuiyun City fled in horror, desperate to escape the zone, while Demon Fiends all around scattered in panic, staring fearfully at the ten-thousand-foot-high spectacle of Dao in collapse.
"Who just fell?"
Whether Human Race or Demon Fiend powers, all had this thought: Who was the Great Saint that had just been struck down at Wutong Ridge?
Wei Fan had escaped hundreds of kilometers away, but still felt his Primordial Spirit tremble, his own Dao roaring as several connections to lines of Heaven and Earth Dao abruptly snapped.
