In the Eastern Divine Realm, the Divine Court had been destroyed. The Divine Lord left with the gravely wounded, dying Divine Consort, marking the complete end of an era.
Ning Chen did not slaughter the six heavily wounded Battle Divine Generals to the last. Instead, he spared their lives.
After a thousand years, Ning Chen, whose hands were steeped in blood, had come to loathe killing from the depths of his heart. Though there were times when he had no choice but to be ruthless, he had never enjoyed indiscriminate slaughter.
After the earthshaking battle in the void, devastation stretched as far as the eye could see. Great tears in space crisscrossed everywhere, as though the heavens were about to collapse, a sight that shook the soul.
Ning Chen departed with the critically wounded Purple Lightning and Black Fox. After that great battle, no one had emerged a victor.
"Immortal Elder, she may not hold on much longer."
On Ning Chen's shoulder, Little Gourd spoke in a small voice.
Ning Chen's body trembled at those words, and he silently nodded.
On his back, the life force within Purple Lightning faded away bit by bit. The Divine Lord's palm strike had utterly severed all life from her body.
"Where is Azure Universe Heavenly Venerate?" Ning Chen asked.
"His injuries are serious as well, but his life is not in danger," Little Gourd answered.
Ning Chen nodded and asked no further.
Behind them, Black Fox followed quietly. Of her nine fox tails, only six remained.
The man and fox descended from the sky. Upon the land of the Eastern Divine Realm, Ning Chen set Purple Lightning down from his back, reached into her body to examine her injuries, and his expression darkened slightly.
"Young Master Ning, help me up," Purple Lightning opened