Aftermath

Feeling the vague thought that came from within his mind, the black tiger felt a pang of pain, strange and unfamiliar.

"Changqing..."

"Go..."

The ancient tree's body abruptly crumbled apart. A vast force of space swept through, shifting a stretch of the void and transporting the woman within its trunk to some unknown corner of the world.

Of the two shapeshifting demon kings, one had died and the other fled. Most of the demonic clouds in the sky dispersed, leaving only one final patch struggling to hold on.

"Haah—!"

Lei Wuji wielded a massive seal etched with thunder patterns. Each time he struck, a boundless sea of lightning came crashing down, carrying an immeasurable weight and the force of ten thousand jun.

The burly man, his face full of viciousness, had been keeping a close eye on the battle near the warships. Seeing the two demon kings defeated, he dared not tangle with Lei Wuji any longer. He endured several divine thunderbolts, then, dragging his grievously wounded body, used a technique to cross space and escape.

Lei Wuji withdrew the seal, inwardly regretting that he had let him go. Unless the disparity in strength was immense, killing an existence at the Wanxiang Realm was simply too difficult.

After two hours of fierce fighting, Shi Lan was still full of vigor, her stamina abundant and her strength at its peak. But the people behind her were already struggling to hold on.

Of the nearly one thousand people caught in the beast tide, more than three hundred had fallen, including nearly a hundred from the Demon Suppression Army. Their losses were truly devastating.

Bai Weiyang's commands had never stopped. Coordinates appeared one after another, leaving Shi Lan no time to let her mind wander to anything else.

The battlefield stretched for