This marked the complete disappearance of a powerful True Immortal. Not a trace of him would remain in the world.
But at that moment, Tang Changsheng suddenly acted. With a sweep of the Investiture Book, he drew the last wisp of True Lord Yude's Essence Soul into its pages.
They had known each other, after all, and belonged to the same side. Though they had clashed more than once, Tang Changsheng could not watch True Lord Yude fall without feeling something.
It cost him little to lend a hand. Even if that lingering shred of will and Essence Soul had little to do with the man he had been in life...
"Even True Lord Yude died in battle. The fall of the Underworld's Ghost Prison must have dealt the Vermilion Bright Nether Void Palace a far greater blow than I thought..."
True Lord Yude was no ordinary True Immortal. He was a True Disciple of the Vermilion Bright Nether Void Palace's Direct Lineage.
He was part of the core strength an Immortal Sect would never lightly sacrifice. Yet he had died at the very outset of the war against the Purple Dusk Demons. The battle in which the Underworld's Ghost Prison fell must have been far more brutal than Tang Changsheng had imagined.
Then again, the Underworld Office was the foundation of the Three Realms of Heaven, Earth, and humanity. For it to have fallen to the Purple Dusk Demons, the situation was clearly dire.
And the Immortal Sects and Heavenly Court's efforts to play it down only made it seem more serious.
A shadow crept over Tang Changsheng's heart. Could the Eastern Glory World emerge victorious from this war?
If it could not, what use were his efforts now?
In an all-out war between two mighty powers of immortals