Everyone in the ancestral hall looked up at the sky, their mouths open. They thought the First Elder was about to use his trump card, maybe even perish with the enemy and save the clan. Who knew this person wouldn't even give them a chance, let alone annihilate their hope? Who knew their top-tier array that should have been able to block a few attacks from a 5-star Ancestor Fiendgod couldn't withstand four punches?
Wang Wei remained calm and composed; it was as if what he had done was not just killing a powerhouse that was close to the limit of [Immortality] — it was as if he had just stepped on one of the countless ants he had accidentally killed in his life. Without paying much attention to these people's feelings, Wang Wei snapped his finger.
