Dead silence.
A chilling dead silence.
Mo Qian disappeared into the void, as if he had never existed, leaving no trace behind, only memories in the minds of people.
Despite his lifelong struggles and cunning, people only remember his tragic death.
In the pit.
Lin Fan stood there alone, with nothing beneath his feet.
The Xuanyuan Sword shone proudly with golden light.
Dazzling and striking.
Outside the pit.
Hundreds of thousands of soldiers were stunned, their scalps tingling.
They stood like statues, motionless, staring blankly at the pit, their eyes dull and empty.
Lin Fan, expressionless, sheathed the Xuanyuan Sword.
The golden light vanished.
In an instant, the hundreds of thousands of soldiers came back to their senses.
With a clatter, they all backed away, looking at Lin Fan with the most terrified gaze, not daring to make a sound.
"Mo, Mo Qian General... dead... dead?"
"It seems so..."
"Too terrifying... too terrifying..."
