Old Friends Withering Away

By now, fewer than a hundred demonic cultivators at the Primordial Spirit realm remained.

Of the four ninth-level Primordial Spirit Heavenly Devils, the Primeval Flame Devil had fallen in battle, while the Netherworld Phoenix's body had been destroyed, leaving her unable to fight again for several centuries.

Nine Nether Demon Venerable's body had been shattered, and he and Lin Tianqi had fought each other to a draw. Neither was anywhere to be found now, but neither would likely be able to fight again for at least five hundred years.

Only the Purple-Blood Heavenly Devil retained more than half his combat strength, but he too had suffered grave injuries and was little better off than the master of Heaven's Edge Sea Pavilion.

Of the remaining late-stage Primordial Spirit cultivators, only seven or eight were left. Two had lost their bodies, while another two were too severely wounded to fight again.

All things considered, among the hundred extraterrestrial Heavenly Devils, perhaps only sixty or seventy still possessed combat strength.

The rest had either suffered devastating injuries that prevented them from joining battle, or had lost their bodies and needed many years to reconstruct them.

"This battle is worth attempting!"

The one who spoke was Dao Lord Hao Yuan, disciple of Long River Dao Lord, who had only recently broken through to the middle stage of the Primordial Spirit Dao Lord realm.

In this battle, Long River Dao Lord had risked his life to seal the Demon Abyss. Every cultivator in the Purple Yin Realm owed him a debt of gratitude.

Now that Dao Lord Hao Yuan had spoken, everyone naturally showed him a measure of respect and said no more.

Seeing this, the master of Heaven's Edge Sea Pavilion nodded before saying, "We shall immediately return to Heaven's Edge Holy Land and