The End

Chaos had fallen completely into deathly silence.

The spatial rift Yang Mei had forcibly torn open had utterly collapsed and been annihilated after the axe-light cleaved into it, unable to withstand that destructive power.

Even the Chaos for hundreds of millions of miles around had been drawn in with it, turning into an expanse of eternal nothingness.

Yang Mei's final roar, laced with endless venom and unwillingness, also dispersed into that deathly silence.

The Pangu True Body hovered quietly at the center of that storm of destruction.

The surrounding Chaos storms gradually calmed, leaving only shattered space torn beyond recognition by the aftermath of battle, and a deathly hush.

They had won.

Hongjun, Luohu, Karma, and Fate had all fallen.

Only Yang Mei, gravely wounded, had escaped.

A moment later, the vast Pangu True Body that propped up heaven and earth began to slowly dissipate.

Figure after figure separated from the Pangu True Body and appeared once more in the Chaos.

Zhou Ming stood at the very front. Behind him were the Twelve Ancestral Witches, their auras somewhat unsteady, but their fighting spirit still soaring.

"Elder Brother!"

Zhu Rong, the most impatient of them all, was the first to rush up. He looked in the direction where the rift had vanished, his eyes filled with unwillingness.

"Aren't we going after him? Are we really just letting him run?"

"Yang Mei took an axe from you. He's definitely badly wounded. Strike while he's sick and take his life—just right to settle it once and for all, cutting off all future trouble!"

Gong Gong also spoke up in his muffled, booming voice.

"That's right, Elder Brother. Letting a tiger return to the mountain means endless future disaster."

"That Yang Mei is Hunyuan Infinite, after all. If he doesn't die today, he'll become