Lu Yin stared blankly at the ground. Had it just been an illusion? No, it had been real. The sword had simply disappeared.0

If there was a sword, then it had a master.0

Lu Yin felt completely powerless, and his sword dropped from his own hand, striking the ground with a gentle sound. He felt immense danger, the likes of which he had not felt since he had first started cultivating. That fear had disappeared long ago, after he had gained the strength to protect himself and the Lu family had returned.0

Not even nearly being killed by True God had induced such a strong feeling of danger.0

At this moment, he felt like an ordinary human staring at a starving beast. It was the fear of being seen as prey, and the feeling was growing stronger by the second.0

The sky grew darker.0

The battlefield fell silent.0

Lu Yin looked around and saw the excited expressions of his allies. Tian Feng was dead, which proved that even Ortusers could be killed. What could humanity not achieve?0

He was reminded of Great Elder Shan Gu’s words.0

In the Lost Clan’s original megaverse, their civilization had had countless powerhouses who had risen up over the ages, but all of them had been casually slaughtered by an omnipotent being. When Lu Yin had first heard the story, he had not been able to comprehend the despair that such an encounter must have caused, but at this moment, he felt it himself.0

Weakness filled...0