Meanwhile.
Looking at Western Continent, which had shattered under a single strike, Wen Xingcan's eyes gleamed with satisfaction.
"Got that anger out of your system? Feeling better now?" Feng Yuying asked Wen Xingcan with a smile.
"Indeed." Wen Xingcan nodded.
As the two conversed, they seemed not to regard the living beings of the Eternal Immortal Realm at all. To them, the people of the Eternal Immortal Realm were no more than ants they could kill whenever they pleased.
Western Continent.
Inside a collapsed underground cavern.
Ghost Lord, dressed in black robes, crawled out from the ruins.
"Why am I always the one who gets hurt? I'd only enjoyed a few peaceful years, and now this?" Looking at the hiding place he had gone to such lengths to find, Ghost Lord's eyes brimmed with the urge to cry. The Immortal Realm was simply too dangerous!
But when Ghost Lord saw the Western Continent strewn with devastation, he froze on the spot.
The Demon Race's Western Continent now looked no different from the end of the world. Wherever Ghost Lord looked, there were almost no living creatures left—only a ravaged land stretching as far as the eye could see.
"Good grief. If I hadn't broken through to the Immortal Lord Realm recently, and if I hadn't happened to be underground right at the edge of the aftershock this time, I'd probably already be done for." Ghost Lord swallowed and thought in shock.
But then a smile spread across Ghost Lord's face. "This lord really is blessed with abundant fortuitous opportunities. This time, if I go collect a few more corpses of powerful experts, I should be able to cultivate straight to the Immortal Emperor Realm!"
After saying this, Ghost Lord glanced regretfully at the ruins beneath his feet. He would have