Cultivation perfected, Yang Jian demonstrated the Dao, and the assembled sages imparted their arts!

The victor and the vanquished were decided in an instant.

Though the two Nether World Quasi-Saints had suffered grievous wounds, their immortal essence remained intact.

Countless twisting, vine-like strands of power covered their densely packed wounds in an instant, and the injuries on their bodies began to heal.

Yet those grievous injuries had worn away a portion of their Quasi-Saint immortal essence.

Wounded so badly, they no longer dared linger. They retreated at tremendous speed, withdrawing tens of thousands of miles in mere moments.

The World of the Living experts watching the battle were overjoyed, and cheers rose one after another.

"The Judicial Heavenly God fought two opponents alone and drove back two Quasi-Saints! And he's still only a Great Luo!"

Few noticed, however, that Li Beichen remained rooted to the spot, utterly motionless.

Meanwhile, on the main battlefront, the World of the Living's advance preparations had once again allowed them to crush the Nether World's invasion. Once the enemy army broke, many experts from the World of the Living pursued the fleeing troops, hunting them down across a million miles.

Yet Li Beichen still stood where he was, without joining the pursuit.

Zhang Shou was the first to notice something was wrong.

Instead of pursuing the enemy with the army, he moved swiftly to Li Beichen's side.

Only when he drew close did Zhang Shou discover, to his shock, that although Li Beichen still towered between heaven and earth, eyes wide with fury and body poised for battle, every trace of magical power within him had dried up. He was like a deep well drained to the bottom, without a single drop of strength remaining.

He even sensed that Li Beichen's consciousness was drifting, as though merely maintaining his standing posture had exhausted his very last sliver of strength.