We're all fiends—so why was your whole body bathed in Holy Light? Ears and hair...
This was the command talisman.
Could the complete command talisman be a human head?
Yang An had every reason to suspect it.
If it was a human head, whose head would it be?
Those people of Central Continent had used all sorts of wicked methods to seal off Central Continent and keep outsiders from entering.
With Wusheng's death, the Golden Soul Cult was left leaderless and immediately lowered its banners and drums.
Thirty Flow joined the battlefield. The Golden Soul Cult's overall strength had originally been inferior to the Golden Thread Pavilion's, and now its defeat came like a mountain collapsing.
Countless Golden Soul Cult cultivators had already lost all will to fight and began fleeing in panic.
As for Guidao, the Golden Soul Cult's upper echelon, after personally witnessing their cult leader's death, they too had no desire to continue.
The weaker Guidao were intercepted by Thirty Flow and the other Internal Affairs Elders—some were captured, while others were blasted to death on the spot.
As for the stronger Guidao, those of the same realm could not stop them either. Unable to pursue them, they could only let them leave.
In this battle, Great Virtue Temple was annihilated, while the Golden Soul Cult had suffered such grievous losses that it could no longer stir up any significant trouble.
Watching the Golden Soul Cult cultivators flee, Thirty Flow allowed his subordinates to pursue them. Kill as many as they could—Yang An had no objection.
The Mana within him had not recovered much to begin with, and after killing Wusheng, barely any remained. He could not be bothered with the matters that followed.
If the Golden Thread Pavilion still could not clean up the loose ends