Witch Emperor

The soul storm, fiercer than the sun, finally dissipated. The starfield that had originally been riddled with devastation instead seemed to have undergone some kind of purification. All spatial rifts had been smoothed over, returning it to darkness and profundity.

Yet within a radius of ten thousand li, only a solitary Ten Thousand Years Mountain remained. It was so clean that not even a speck of nebula dust could be seen.

At some point, Gao Wenyuan had already dismissed his Soul Dharma Form. Standing atop the mountain in his white robes, he appeared uninjured on the surface. Only deep within his shadowed eyes could a trace of fatigue be found.

Around him, Duke of Yanshan Han Chi, Marquis Tuodong, Marquis Zhaoyuan, Marquis Yongye, and Marquis Liegu had also dismissed their "giant statue" forms. Every one of them wore an uncertain expression.

The deaths of Duke Tianning and Marquis Qin Zhao had undoubtedly struck deep into their hearts.

At this moment, aside from Marquis Yongye and Duke of Yanshan, who still maintained their original oppressive battle positions, the other three had instinctively retreated some distance.

Even though they knew that after such an enormous outburst, Gao Wenyuan's Mental Power had surely been nearly exhausted and no longer posed the same threat as before.

To destroy two top-tier Wang Hou in one stroke, Shen Qian killing their avatars could only be considered the final straw. The power Gao Wenyuan had expended was the true foundation.

Han Chi was furious, but he was now caught in a difficult position.

The first surge of momentum was strongest; the second was weaker.

Though they still held an overwhelming advantage in numbers and had suffered far less than Gao Wenyuan, the instant deaths of two Wang Hou had already shaken their resolve to fight to the