"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Di Jun. Dong Wang Gong is dead, and the Great Desolate's fortune now belongs entirely to the Demon Race." As he spoke, Hong Yun handed Di Jun the Abi Sword in his hand and the Hongmeng Measuring Ruler, the spiritual treasure Dong Wang Gong had left behind.
Di Jun didn't stand on ceremony. These were his spoils of war, after all, and he accepted them.
"Not everything about this is good!"
He knew that from this point on, his true adversaries—the Witch Clan—would gradually begin to clash with him head-on.
Moreover, he had defeated Dong Wang Gong so easily because of the information Li Mo had provided.
If not for Li Mo, the Demon Race would never have been so well prepared.
"Hong Yun!"
"Fellow Daoist Di Jun!"
As the two were talking, a figure appeared before them.
It was none other than the battered Zhen Yuanzi.
"You're both all right! Thank goodness you're both all right!"
Seeing that they were safe and sound, Zhen Yuanzi finally breathed a sigh of relief. Then he asked, "I was trapped by a formation laid by Daoist Minghe. I heard he'd joined forces with Dong Wang Gong to hold Fellow Daoist Di Jun back, while he and Kunpeng teamed up to deal with Hong Yun. How did you deal with them? Where are they?"
The corpses left scattered nearby had been burned to ashes by the Solar True Fire during Di Jun's attack, so Zhen Yuanzi naturally couldn't see them.
Hong Yun merely glanced at Di Jun, whose battle intent had yet to completely fade.
And with the Abi Sword in his left hand and the Hongmeng Measuring Ruler in his right, the truth was plain to see.
Zhen Yuanzi's eyes nearly bulged from their sockets. He could hardly believe