"It's a Demon Technique!"
A cry of terror rang out. Faced with the sudden, successive head explosions, even though they were all Cultivators accustomed to slaughter and bizarre techniques, they were utterly terrified.
A normal battle would have been one thing. Life and death were matters of fate, and to be killed by another simply meant your skills were inferior. But what was this? Who was the enemy?
To this moment, the White Mountain Tribulation Cultivators who had surged forward to plunder still had no idea who the true culprit behind the exploding heads was.
Fang Qingyuan watched with cold eyes as the terrified White Mountain Tribulation Cultivators' heads exploded one after another, an indescribable sense of satisfaction welling up inside him.
This feeling of holding life and death in his hands, this supreme sense of control... It was absolutely wonderful!
The marvelous feeling surged, slowly suffusing his heart and stirring a new wave of restlessness.
