Han Yi didn't have time to marvel before quickly using his supernatural power of Light Realm to escape the aftermath of the Immortal battle.
In just under ten breaths, at a distance of a hundred miles, something as large as a mountain range slanted down, creating a sky full of spiritual energy storm. The storm was like a tide, spreading in all directions.
Han Yi, a hundred miles away, felt like he was directly facing the terrifying and shuddering Immortal might.
This was an Immortal Artifact, a tower-shaped one to be precise. However, it had only the lowest three levels left, as the upper floors had been destroyed by Ghost Witches.
As for whether the master of the Immortal Artifact had met his demise, Han Yi didn't dare to look up. He had tried before but was burned in the eyes by the destructive aura emanating from a great distance.
He turned around and fled.