Sun Moon Empire's Gift of Thanks

Huo Yutong and Wang Dong'er stood beside Ji Siyuan, vigilantly watching their surroundings.

Qiu'er went to collect the spoils.

To prevent any possibility of resurrection, the Golden Dragon Spear pierced straight through them, devouring every last trace of life force and leaving not even the slightest hope behind.

"That was a strange feeling. The sword qi seemed to have struck something even more powerful than Ye Xishui." Ji Siyuan felt that something had been off about the attack. It looked like a killing blow, yet the sword qi seemed to have traveled somewhere far away.

"It seems to have been damage transfer." Tang San drew a conclusion based on Ji Siyuan's sensations, but even he did not know where the damage had been transferred.

Huo Yutong quietly told Ji Siyuan what she had discovered. "I evolved Long Xiaoyao's soul, but I couldn't find Ye Xishui's soul."

Ji Siyuan could not think of anyone capable of doing that. If it had been a god from the God Realm, there should have been further action by now.

"We can only deal with whatever comes our way."

With everything unknown, they could only strengthen themselves first. After all, even if they knew the truth, strengthening themselves would still be their only path.

Cheers rose one after another. The two Limit Douluo were dead, and the Evil Soul Masters had lost their greatest support. The Sun Moon Federation would have a much easier time dealing with the Holy Spirit Cult from here on.

At that moment, Du Busi and Xuan Zi were both looking at Kong Deming. Their injuries were far from light. Ji Siyuan had surely been injured when he drew his sword, while Wang Dong'er and Huo Yutong both showed signs of exhaustion. Only Di Qiu'er had just had a hearty meal.