Yesterday's chapter has been supplemented with 4,000 words.
As the final Primordial Spirit's shrill wail came to an abrupt end.
The black mist filling the sky finally slowly stilled.
More than a dozen Tower-Climbing Martial Immortals.
At this moment.
Apart from the severed limbs and broken arms drizzling down through the air, and the flickering motes of Primordial Spirit light dissipating away.
Not the slightest trace of them remained in this world.
Between heaven and earth.
Only a hundred ferocious demon souls remained, standing silently in the void.
Each one overflowed with Killing Intent, its savage might eclipsing the world.
They did not disperse. Instead, they all turned their heads, hundreds of scarlet, bloodthirsty eyes gazing respectfully at the sole figure clad in black.
As the girl slowly nodded.
Roar—
The hundred demons howled as one, their cries shaking the nine heavens.
Their enormous bodies collapsed one after another, transforming into billowing black smoke that surged into the girl's acupoints like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.
In no more than the blink of an eye.
The darkness that had once blotted out the sky and sun was entirely drawn away.
Once more, sunlight that had long been absent spilled over Chang'an.
It shone upon the wreckage-strewn streets, appearing especially glaring.
Only at this moment.
Did Wu Shisan beside the girl, along with the Great Tang crowd below who had long been dumbstruck, finally awaken as if from a dream.
It was over?
Was it really over?
More than a dozen Tower-Climbing True Persons from the major Dao Orthodoxies had joined forces to besiege one person.
Yet they had been completely slaughtered instead.
This was just...
Too one-sided, wasn't it?!
Even having witnessed it with their own eyes, everyone still felt as though they were trapped in a