The Wei Clan Army had not gone far. Zhang Yu flew after them for a moment and caught up, then slowly drifted down from midair.
Seeing him return safely, everyone's pent-up tension immediately eased.
They had not wanted this Profound Cultivator Zhang, whom they had gone to such trouble to invite, to clash with the Evil God's True Spirit. Fortunately, judging from appearances, he did not seem to have gone through any battle.
Wei Lingying had been worried all along as well, but she felt much more at ease now. She stepped forward, glanced behind Zhang Yu, and asked, "Profound Cultivator Zhang, that Evil God did not come after you, did it?"
Zhang Yu raised his sleeve and tossed two mangled halves of a body onto the ground. "These are the remaining limbs of that Evil God's True Spirit. Commander Wei may as well take them back."
Wei Lingying was dazed for a moment, feeling that this scene seemed strangely familiar. She subconsciously uttered an "Oh," but after taking two steps toward it, she suddenly came back to herself and cried out in disbelief, "The Evil God's remains?"
Her cry startled everyone behind her. Jin Xiaobai, the soldier surnamed Lin, and several squad leaders were all stunned. Then, as if realizing something, they walked toward where the two stood and saw the corpse on the ground, split into two halves.
The soldier surnamed Lin stared at it for a long while, his lips trembling. "The Evil God... the remains of the Evil God's True Spirit?"
Jin Xiaobai looked at the remains, then at Zhang Yu, and asked softly, "Uncle Lin, are they really the remains of the Evil God's True Spirit?"
The soldier surnamed Lin took several deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down, then said with absolute certainty, "Yes!