The Immortal Kingdom shrouded everything. Heaven and earth fell silent, the sun and moon lost their light, and the coldly beautiful woman in the colorful skirt felt as though she had plunged into an abyss. She could not sense a trace of immortal power anywhere in her body. With all her Immortal Dao power stripped away, she was like a mortal whose limbs had been crippled, her heart filled with nothing but shock and terror.
Suddenly, a streak of silver light cleaved through the darkness, like a ray shining into her world.
Then that ray passed through her eyes, piercing her flawless skull in an instant. Dao blood splattered, and her Primordial Spirit perished.
A bearer of the ancient Zhan Tian Clan's bloodline fell upon the sacred land.
After slaying three people in succession, Daoji seemed somewhat exhilarated and let out an excited, growling cry. But it soon obeyed Li Hao's will and returned to his hand, flickering briefly in his palm before disappearing into his Heaven and Earth Space.
At that moment, the darkness cast by the Immortal Kingdom receded like a tide. The three True Immortals who had oppressed the sacred land's countless millions had fallen in an instant, leaving innumerable onlookers speechless with shock.
With the three True Immortals dead, the murderous intent in Li Hao's eyes faded, leaving only the joy of reunion after a long separation.
He smiled at Old Feng and the others. "Sorry to have kept you all waiting!"
Those few words brought tears to Feng Boping's and the others' eyes once again.
Five years was a short time, but those five years apart, watching day and night pass with Li Hao's body before their eyes, had been exceptionally hard to endure.
They had yet to fully adjust or emerge from their grief,