"Hubby!"
Before Silver Moon, the little fox, could finish speaking, another major incident occurred on the Heavenly South side.
Long Han had tried to save the Seven Grand Truth Cultivators, only to fall for the Mulan Sacred Bird's scheme. He collided head-on with the azure flames it spewed forth. His body was burned to ashes, his Nascent Soul destroyed, and he perished on the spot.
The sight made Feng Bing let out a piercing, grief-stricken cry.
Unfortunately, it was utterly useless. She instead had to face the Mulan Sacred Bird alone.
But how could she possibly be a match for it by herself?
Likewise, with Long Han dead, the Heavenly South side no longer had anyone capable of opposing the Mulan Sacred Bird. Le Xi had no more concerns and was just about to take things further and kill Feng Bing as well.
Then a familiar voice rang out by her ear.
"Don't kill anyone else, or there truly will be no end until one side is dead."
At those words, no matter how intense Le Xi's killing intent was, she had no choice but to stop. She merely had the Mulan Sacred Bird firmly suppress Feng Bing, who was desperately making one final stand.
At the same time, the gaunt old man in the sky laughed triumphantly once more.
"This time, it is too late even if you surrender. With the Sacred Bird here, the entire Heavenly South cultivation world will belong to our Mulan Tribe."
As soon as his words fell, before Wei Wuya and the others could say anything, a long howl came from the great grasslands behind the Mulan Tribe.
Then more than a dozen streaks of light in different colors shot over.
Before they even approached, another voice rang out.
"Divine Masters, stop at once!