After the azure flames flashed, only heaps of black ash remained.
The Azure Yang Demonic Flame burned slowly atop those heaps, absorbing the fuel within to grow stronger.
Dark red bloodstains, pits of every size, and the lingering traces of freezing and burning spells...
The spiritual land, once blessed with nature's finest beauty, was now riddled with scars.
Liu Yu withdrew his gaze indifferently, curled his fingers into a claw, and drew in the dozens of flames before him.
Like fledgling swallows returning to their nest, azure flames streamed into his palm one after another.
In the end, they once again formed a flame the size of a goose egg, only its deep azure hue had grown richer.
He swept out with his divine sense, which approached the foundation establishment peak, taking in everything happening across Phoenix Mountain.
It was as clear as studying the lines on his palm.
In these mere dozen-odd breaths, aside from Bai Caihuang dying at his hands, the White Household's five remaining Foundation Establishment Cultivators had all been held up and were fiercely battling Yan Kai, Cui Liang, and the others on his side.
Of them, the Second Elder of the White Household and the Fourth Elder had acted the fastest.
They had already escaped into secret tunnels prepared beforehand, but they were still being held back for the moment and could forget about escaping easily.
"The formation covered all of Phoenix Mountain, including underground. No wonder they wanted to detonate it."
Constantly monitoring the situation with his divine sense, Liu Yu looked thoughtful.
Looking at the White Household's remaining Qi Refining Cultivators, roughly half their original number, who had scattered to flee, he considered it briefly before abandoning the idea of continuing his harvest.
These cultivators were too scattered. Harvesting them would take time