Rumble... The Ghost Sect disciples scrambled away in panic, and the Artifact of Attack that had been relentlessly bombarding the sect gate had collapsed to the ground with a loud crash.
At this moment, Zhao Fangyuan still felt as if everything was unreal.
Just a short while ago, Zhao Fangyuan was on the brink of being slain. Yet now, the entire situation had flipped, and the once fearsome Ghost Sect had fled in disgrace.
"Dad, are you alright?" Right at this moment, Zhao Yan rushed over out of concern for Zhao Fangyuan.
"Yaner... Thank you," Zhao Fangyuan said, knowing full well that if Zhao Yan hadn't risked her life to seek reinforcements, the Zhao Family would have been annihilated.
The father and daughter, after enduring what felt like a brush with death, embraced tightly as Zhao Yan broke into tears in her father's arms.
Ding Fan, cautious of the Ghost Sect's retreat potentially being a trap, immediately unleashed his Divine Sense to survey the surrounding area.
