The aftershock of the Mountain-Suppressing Chariot and Froststream Boat's alternating bombardment had yet to dissipate, and the battlefield was filled with the strange sight of scorching steam intertwined with biting frost mist.
At the edge of the deep crater smashed out by the golden dragon phantom, surging light still flickered.
Along the passage plowed open by the White Tiger phantom, corpses cleaved in half at the waist were piled on both sides.
The Froststream Boat's freezing aura had sealed the more distant battlefield into a silent expanse of ice.
Across the ravaged earth, the few demons lucky enough to survive were fleeing toward the Central Region with their tails tucked between their legs.
On the vast battlefield, only Demon Emperor Bixin was still struggling to hold on.
Her snake tail was now covered in wounds torn open by the Dragon-Tiger phantoms. Vast swathes of dark green scales had peeled away, exposing dark brown demon blood and mangled flesh beneath.
The Froststream Boat's freezing aura had formed a layer of frost over her forearms and shoulders, and every breath she took expelled white mist from her mouth and nose.
The cold gleam in those upright diamond-shaped snake pupils had dimmed, yet they remained fixed stubbornly ahead, her eyes churning with indignation and humiliation.
She had never expected that her first attempt at commanding a demon tide would end in failure.
Xu Changqing raised a hand, and a streak of five-colored radiance came whistling from behind.
As the light faded, Kong Ling's enormous form was revealed.
Xu Changqing leaped onto its back and called out, "Fly over there!"
Fenglong and Mu Qingshuang saw this, but neither said anything.
Clearly, Sect Master Xu had questions for this Demon Emperor.
Sensing something approaching, Bixin raised her head. The instant her upright diamond-shaped snake pupils