The mighty beings locked in fierce battle all stopped fighting.
The monkey flipped through the air, spun his iron staff in a flourish, and rested it across his shoulder. Shielding his eyes with one hand, he chittered anxiously as he watched Sky Pillar Mountain collapse.
Countless colorful butterflies fluttered around Mu Duo, and she smiled brilliantly.
Above the shattered shield wall of the Snake Demon Army, Qing Ling and Iron Ball, who had followed Bai Yujun from the very beginning, laughed until they cried.
Zhen Bei rode a two-winged Wyvern through the battlefield, directing the battle. He merely felt it was a pity for such a tall mountain to collapse. The Primordial Land would lose a landmark and a scenic wonder from this day forth. At last, he would see an old friend again. The last time they had met seemed like a lifetime ago.
On the crashed giant warship, Old Hui Xian took out a hard, dry coarse-grain cake and gnawed on it. Little Stone struggled to carry back the severely wounded Longface, while the Snake Demon Boy carefully cradled the Wine Worm, whose Vital Energy had been badly damaged and whose wine was gone.
Gan Wu's Sword Qi shot into the heavens, too dazzling to look upon. He seemed not yet satisfied, with countless Daoist Immortals behind him.
Yu Rong, her ritual robe damaged and her shoulder wounded, smiled. Her disciple had finally escaped trouble. Judging from the Dragon's might, she had reached a higher realm—likely above Great Luo, yet not a saint. Being able to teach such a disciple truly filled her with accomplishment.
Tens of millions of snake demons stood silently.
Inside the Ice Cave of Sky Pillar Mountain.
The pursuers from the Immortal Realm, who had been frantically chiseling through the ice with immortal artifacts,