After who knew how long, the flying sand and stones that had swept through Warehouse Street finally began to fade.
Warehouse Street no longer resembled its former self at all. It had become a wasteland of broken rocks and ruins.
The neatly arranged containers had either toppled all over the ground or been reduced to fragments scattered everywhere.
The once-intact ground looked as though it had been ravaged by artillery fire. Some of it had turned into scorched earth, while the rest was covered in cracks, gullies, and even deep pits.
All of Warehouse Street had taken on a thoroughly ruined appearance, making one wonder whether a war had taken place here.
In truth, there was little difference.
After all, with so many Professionals fighting fiercely here, the destruction they caused was no less than that of a small-scale war.
But this war had finally come to an end.
Deep within Warehouse Street, a pit buried beneath broken stones and rubble gradually settled, announcing the end of the fierce battle.
"Whew, whew."
Xu Qianqian stood before the pit, gripping her dagger tightly. As she panted heavily, she muttered,
"Did we finish him off?"
The one who answered Xu Qianqian was naturally Su Ming.
"With his incomplete Demonization, getting this far was already impressive. Even if he isn't dead now, he probably no longer has the strength to fight, right?"
Su Ming's figure finally emerged from the darkness and came to Xu Qianqian's side. His voice was no longer playful as before; instead, it sounded somewhat weary.
Clearly, after using so many techniques ranked just below high-level Spiritual Art, even Su Ming's transformed Spiritual Power had been overly depleted by now.
Especially when it came to maintaining Wind Demon Chasing Roar. If Su Ming had stopped supplying it with Spiritual Power,