Past the midpoint of Zi Hour, the Six Teleportation Grand Formations in North Wind Town fully revived. Divine light shot into the sky, clouds churned, and the night became as bright as day.
The Heavenly Capital Divine Court dispatched thirty thousand troops through the void to secure North Wind Town, end the fighting, and bring the battle here to a complete close. Feng Daoquan, General of the Nether Road, fled in panic. Of the six thousand armored cavalrymen who had entered the town, fewer than three thousand remained when he left. The Monk Soldiers and military officials of every rank who scattered through the town were killed, maimed, or captured.
After returning to town, Ren Ye and Old Chu immediately found Fan Ming and the Little Marquis. From them, they learned that the commander leading the Divine Court's thirty thousand troops was none other than the Fulong Pavilion Master-Long Er. Hearing that his boss had arrived, the Little Bad King was so delighted he could barely keep his legs together.
He had thought that after the North Wind Town Secret Realm ended, he would definitely need to make a special trip back to the Heavenly Capital to report. But now that the other party had come himself, he might not need to bother traveling at all. He could simply report here and be done with it.
Ren Ye asked Fan Ming a few questions and learned that Long Er was handling postwar affairs in the Inner Manor. He eagerly hurried over, ready for an in-depth late-night exchange with his handsome male boss. Daoist Chu had wanted to accompany him, but Ren Ye coldly replied, "Be good, baby. This isn't something for three people. Hold on for now. I'll keep you company when I get back...!"
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