From Ling Feng, An Yang saw the hope of victory.
Because the immortals and gods of the Hermit Faction were the ones he pursued—those without immortals and gods. If the Hermit Faction immortals and gods won, it could basically be said that there were "no" immortals and gods in this world.
This world never needed gods and Buddhas to begin with!
An Yang muttered softly, then suddenly took a step forward, and his body abruptly turned into a streak of light, disappearing into the horizon.
When he appeared again, he had already found the monsters of Flower Fruit Mountain.
At this time, the monsters of Flower Fruit Mountain had not yet collapsed, and the base of the demon crowd remained intact. The first and second armies remained intact, the third to fifth armies suffered about half casualties, and the sixth to tenth armies had only a few representatives left, which was already equivalent to the annihilation of the entire army.
Four of the eighteen Demon Kings had died, but apart from causing panic among the demon hearts, it could not cause much impact. The remaining fourteen Demon Kings could still prop up Flower Fruit Mountain.
By the time An Yang arrived, the monsters of Flower Fruit Mountain were on a mountain soaring into the clouds, seeming to have occupied the place as soon as they arrived.
The spiritual Qi of this mountain was still abundant, but the climate and environment were somewhat harsh due to being too high, yet it could not cause any impact on these monsters and demons, allowing it to serve as a temporary resting place.
In the distance, some monks wrapped in yellow robes and red robes were rushing over, and their targets were all this mountain without exception.
An Yang flew straight to the mountain