Spirit of Space, Rewards

Before long, the Tiger King finally collapsed.

His eyes were filled with unwillingness and regret!

After glancing at his own clan, his gaze finally grew vacant.

"My Mystic Winged Tiger clan will never let you go!"

After letting out one final weak growl, he completely perished.

Lin Feng had no fear whatsoever of such danger. Instead, he was somewhat excited!

The more enemies there were, the faster he would advance.

The stronger he became, the less pressure he would face!

After taking out the Crimson Soul Banner, he absorbed all the ghosts of these Mystic Winged Tigers.

With no Dao Ancestor Realm Mystic Winged Tigers left to lead them, the remaining Mystic Winged Tigers, along with the other races attached to them, saw that the situation was unfavorable and immediately retreated.

Yet under the siege of five Dao Ancestor Realm experts and the slaughter of the Five Elements Protectors, they were swiftly wiped out.

Not a single one escaped!

After all the invading enemies had been killed, the other cultivators within the city had not stepped out of the formation even once.

Nor had they unleashed a single attack spell.

"It ended just like that?"

"The Alliance Leader is too powerful!"

"How did those two Dao Ancestor Realm cultivators dare to pick a fight with someone like him back then?

Were they idiots?"

"More than idiots—they were simply fools beyond saving!"

The Ancient Night City cultivators within the formation watched those Dao Ancestor Realm experts be wiped out, each of them feeling as though they were dreaming!

"This should be the fastest defeat of enemies in history!

Even if it is not the fastest, there cannot be many battles that compare to it!

After all, neither the enemies' numbers nor their strength could be underestimated!"

"The Spirit of Space's reward