Of course, for a handful of Yang Spirit True Persons like Tang Changsheng to defeat a Deity above their level—even a Witch God who had long been gravely wounded and could wield only a trickle of Divine Power—was enough to make anyone look at them with new respect!
By now, night had gradually fallen, and the stars were growing dim and sparse. Clearly, the battle was nearing its end...
Tang Changsheng stood on the peak, watching the night sky. At the sight, he let out a small breath of relief. Whatever else had happened, the Eastern Glory World appeared to have won this battle.
The reason was simple: if the defenders had lost, the Eastern Glory World would not be this peaceful now.
Lu Yuanzhen stood beside him. "The war with the Purple Dusk Demons has only just begun. I'm afraid this battle was merely a warm-up. Two such behemoths won't settle things so easily!"
Tang Changsheng nodded, then gave a bitter smile. "Even if it was only a warm-up, I'm afraid over a hundred Immortals fell yesterday alone..."
Everyone who had taken part in yesterday's battle had been at least a True Immortal. And the losses on both sides had surely gone far beyond a hundred.
Cultivation was arduous. After countless hardships and lonely years of bitter practice, they had vanished like smoke in a single day of this Great Calamity. The thought sent a chill down his spine!
Three days later, thunderclouds appeared on the horizon. Golden light descended, drums thundered, and Killing Intent surged into the sky.
A troop of Heavenly Soldiers rode the clouds toward them, bristling with Killing Intent as they searched for Deities who had broken into the Eastern Glory World.
After all, the Great Earth Witch God Tang Changsheng had killed was not