Among the distant mountains, the cultivators of Taiyin Palace had also suffered considerable losses, even though they had caught their enemies unprepared and many of the demons were already thinking of retreat.
But the demons were numerous, and many possessed considerable cultivation. With their lives in danger, they could hardly avoid fighting desperately.
The cultivators of Taiyin Palace enjoyed every advantage of the terrain here, easily commanding lightning, wind, and clouds, yet the pressure remained immense. The expenditure of magical power was the least of their worries; injuries and forced retreats were inevitable.
When both sword intent and terrifying demonic energy rose from the distant direction in which the flood had flowed, immortals and demons alike knew the battle over there had reached a fierce pitch!
Only now did that heart-chilling, terrifying demonic energy disperse.
Before this, the towering demonic energy of the wolf demon Beiming had been almost visible to the naked eye. At least, every immortal and demon within the Mountain and River State Map could see it at a glance.
Yet now the Northern Mang Demon King's demonic energy had scattered, and that alone was enough to tell them something.
Leaving aside Sikong Zhe's excitement, the demons elsewhere also felt tremendous unease rising in their hearts.
"Why has the demonic energy of the Great King Beiming scattered?"
"Could the Great King have lost?" "Is that flood dragon really so powerful?"
Several cultivators of Taiyin Palace finally had a chance to catch their breath, riding clouds and wind to regroup.
Ning Chen held a hand over the bloody wound on her shoulder, clearly badly injured. She looked into the distance, where the shifting winds, clouds, and monstrous waves had seemingly subsided, leaving only the bright moon overhead.
"Did Martial Aunt and Immortal Yi win?"
"We should have won,