The Osmanthus Tree Brings About a Reversal

The storm lashed the earth madly. Apart from the wind and rain, not a sound could be heard. The magic wheels high in the sky had all flown off to who knew where, and no one knew how the struggle between the Heavenly Temple and the imperial elders had ended.

Yet within this residence near the outer city wall, Lin Qi and the others lay sprawled across the ground.

Sha Xinyue, dressed in a white gown, lay crookedly in the pooled rainwater as well. Venerable Duowen had dislocated both her arms and legs, and a pale yellow soul-binding talisman, a foot long, had been pasted across her forehead, suppressing and sealing even the fluctuations of her soul.

Barrel's arms and legs had been broken, while Alda and Bilibili had been beaten so badly that their spinal columns had pierced through their bodies and jutted out. But demons possessed astonishing vitality. Though their spines had been smashed into eighteen sections, such injuries were not fatal to them.

The two demons lay prone on the ground, their eyeballs rolling wildly as they waited to spot an opening and flee with Lin Qi.

Donkey had gone even further, voluntarily snapping his own neck. He lay on the ground with his eyes rolled white, his entire body cold and utterly devoid of life. He looked every inch a thoroughly dead donkey, and the rain had soaked his black coat until it had begun to turn pale.

Only the brothers Day and Night stood shoulder to shoulder before Lin Qi, expressionlessly watching the slightly astonished Duowen.

The brothers' clothing had already been shattered into scraps by the force of the blows, leaving their powerful bodies wholly exposed. More than a dozen clearly visible golden fist marks covered them. The worst punch had sunk deep into