The torn clouds quickly closed again, hiding the battle in the sky.
But Pan Long had already relaxed.
Painter Bi—or rather, the Demon God Yiwu—truly deserved his reputation as Yun Province's strongest Demon God. Even fighting alone against many opponents, he had gained the upper hand.
"Just as warriors at the same level differ in strength, even immortal Demon Gods can be strong or weak," he murmured. "There's no end to the path of the strong. I have to keep moving forward!"
As he spoke, something suddenly occurred to him.
The two Dragon Gods had said that if they died at Yiwu's hands, they hoped he would carry their remains back to the Eastern Sea.
After death, they would become wisps of energy and hide within his body, so he would not have to haul two enormous dragon corpses over mountains and rivers. But if those wisps descended from the sky while he was in town, in full view of everyone, it could cause trouble.
At the thought, he hurried out of town.
The wind was still howling, and the streets remained in chaos. The government's runners, constables, and soldiers, along with respected elders and chivalrous Martial World experts, were all trying to keep order. But how could they bring things under control so quickly?
Some noticed Pan Long, who had just saved people, leaving on his own. Even so, they had no hands free to question or stop him.
Once out of town, Pan Long considered for a moment, then headed toward Half-Mountain.
It made little difference to him where he went. Compared with the battlefield above the clouds, the result of "collecting the bodies" would probably be about the same anywhere. He might as well return somewhere he had been before; at least he knew the way.
Besides,