From the moment the Seven Immortals Old Devil flew down the mountain as a cloud of seven-colored Divine Light to the moment Lu Yuanzhen sealed him inside the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp, only a few short minutes had passed.
From beginning to end, they had given the Seven Immortals Old Devil no chance to catch his breath, much less fight back!
Such a powerful demon had been dealt with without a single casualty. It showed the caliber of these Immortal Sect disciples: once organized, their coordination was unmatched.
Tang Changsheng said, "Since we've made our move, let's pull up the weeds by the roots. Leave no threat behind on Seven Immortals Mountain!"
The others felt a chill and accepted the order. Fresh from victory, their spirits were high, and their confidence in Tang Changsheng's command had only grown.
The disciples of the various Immortal Sects led Demon Soldiers and Ghost Soldiers up Seven Immortals Mountain to root out the remaining threats.
Though the Seven Immortals Old Devil and most of his Demon Soldiers had been killed, plenty of his scorpion offspring likely remained on the mountain.
They seemed insignificant now, but who knew whether they might grow into a threat with time?
Seven Immortals Mountain lay only one or two thousand li from Tang Changsheng's Cloudmist Mountain as the crow flew. He had no wish to leave a future menace for a neighbor.
He was, in a sense, borrowing another's blade to do his killing!
Seven Immortals Mountain was still dangerous, with poisonous miasma drifting through it. But without the Seven Immortals Old Devil and his Demon Soldiers, most of what remained were mere beasts that had neither undergone Transformation nor even developed intelligence.
Deprived of the Seven Immortals Old Devil's protection, those beasts were helpless against the Demon Soldiers