Every member of the Demonic Legion stood rooted to the spot. Even the healers in the back rows, who had been continuously casting restoration spells, were frozen in place, their eyes locked on the crumpled figure on the ground whose HP had dropped to zero.
Meanwhile,
"Holy—is he even a player?!"
Even the normally composed Sheng Wuji couldn't help but curse aloud, unable to believe what had just happened.
Who was Zhan Baiya?
He was the commander of the Demonic Legion, known as the Ghost of Magic. In his hands, magical skills seemed almost alive. The way he linked and coordinated spells was something even Domain-holders would struggle to counter—let alone after he had consumed the Divine Protection Potion.
And yet, even with all of that, Zhan Baiya had been taken out in a single strike. He hadn't even had time to activate a life-saving skill.
"He's dead? What did he do...?"
Zi Qiong's beautiful eyes were wide open, staring in disbelief at
She had seen the moment Shi Feng cut down Zhan Baiya and his four companions, but the whole thing had happened far too suddenly—too fast for her to process before it was already over.
From start to finish, all she had managed to see was Shi Feng suddenly appearing in front of Zhan Baiya's group, followed by a flash of brilliant light, and then all five of them collapsed to the ground. She hadn't seen anything else.
Keep in mind, she had already reached the Void Realm—her five senses had been pushed to their absolute limit, allowing her to perceive everything around her with crystalline clarity. Even if someone's movements were fast enough to evade the naked eye, slipping past her perception was impossible. Not even those old monsters who had mastered the Domain could manage it.
But right now, she had perceived absolutely nothing.
On the battlefield, Shi Feng didn't rush to act after taking down Zhan Baiya and his group. Instead, he turned his gaze toward the remaining members of the Demonic Legion.
"Do you want to keep going?"
Though Shi Feng's voice wasn't loud, it rang out with startling clarity across the silent battlefield.
The moment the words left his mouth, every surviving member of the Demonic Legion felt as though they had heard the verdict of death. One by one, utter despair washed over them. The two top-tier experts who had been about to charge in lowered their heads, not daring to meet Shi Feng's gaze—they feared that if this ghost-like figure sensed any lingering intent to fight, he would strike them down too.
And if even the Domain-holding Zhan Baiya had been obliterated, what could the rest of them possibly do?
Fighting on would only add to the Demonic Legion's losses.
In an instant, the newly constructed magic barrier crumbled apart, dissolving into scattered motes of starlight that faded into nothing.
From a distance,
After Shi Feng had finished listening to his explanation earlier, the man had dashed off toward the Heavenly Dragon Palace and Proud Empire teams without a word. Shi Feng had moved like a phantom—Yuan Tiexin couldn't even keep up.
When he had spotted the magic barrier forming, he knew something was wrong. Shi Feng had clearly clashed with the two major guilds, or a barrier of that caliber wouldn't have gone up.
But the barrier had barely been active for five seconds before it collapsed...
Even someone as experienced as Yuan Tiexin couldn't make sense of it.
When he saw Zhan Baiya lying on the ground and the other Demonic Legion members standing with heads bowed and eyes glazed over with despair, he was even more dumbfounded. Who was Zhan Baiya? What was the Demonic Legion? As an elder-level figure of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion, he knew full well.
Every single member of the Demonic Legion was an elite among elites, battle-hardened veterans who had rendered countless merits for the Proud Empire. They were supremely proud, every last one of them—and even when facing overwhelming odds, they would fight to the bitter end without the slightest hint of retreat.