"Great Light Floating World!"
He raised his hand and clenched it slightly.
The sun-like radiance behind him erupted, spreading like a ripple across the heavens and earth, instantly expanding for tens of thousands of meters.
The radiance fractured into countless rays of light that zipped through the space. Tens of thousands of meters away, their endpoints rapidly linked together to form a ring. It was like a volcanic eruption, producing an endless torrent of light.
"This is bad! Run!"
Stunned by the scene and astounded by the power Yang An wielded, the Cultivators from the Golden Thread Pavilion snapped back to their senses. They saw that the light blanketing the sky hadn't excluded them—they were caught inside it too. Their scalps tingled with terror, and they immediately screamed.
'This guy! Is he planning to kill us too?! Damn it!'
The Golden Thread Pavilion Cultivators, who had just caught their breath, began to flee frantically once more.
